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Chapter 592 When Life Becomes a Battlefield
The broadcast played over and over again.
The only sound in the canteen was the chopsticks hitting the plates; everyone seemed to be on the eve of a battle.
Lu Renjia lowered his head and ate, chewing each bite of rice for a long time.
He is not a hero.
He was just an ordinary worker in the underground city of Tian Shu.
Before the cataclysm, he worked repairing elevators in the surface city. Later, he moved to the underground city with his family and was assigned to work in the seventh industrial zone.
He used to think this job was quite boring.
Every day, I sit at my workstation, facing the robotic arm, circuit board, sealing ring, and testing instrument, repeating the same action hundreds of times.
But things are different now.
He suddenly realized that every sensor he had installed could eventually be sent into the body of a robot.
That robot might go to Antarctica to block some suddenly appearing wormhole in space.
Every minute it holds out reduces the danger in the dungeon.
Halfway through the meal, Lu Renjia's personal terminal vibrated.
He looked down.
[Urgent Notice from the Seventh Industrial Zone:]
[The original Civilian Machinery Repair Team 3 has been integrated into the Tier 3 Combat Robot Core Assembly Line starting at midnight today.]
All leave is cancelled; a four-shift, three-rotation system will be implemented.
[Estimated shift duration: 10 hours.]
Please report to your post by 11 PM tonight.
Lu Renjia was silent for a few seconds, then frowned slightly. A Tier 3 robot? What's going on?
Li Mei also saw the notice and asked:
"Leaving tonight?"
Compared to the unfamiliar term "third order," she was more concerned about her husband's working hours.
Lu Renjia nodded.
"Okay, I'll be there before 11 PM."
Li Mei glanced down at her daughter and asked again:
"Can it hold on?"
Lu Renjia smiled.
"Just consider it as working two hours of overtime every day. Compared to the frontline soldiers, what is this?"
There was one more thing he didn't say: "This is the only way I can do my part to protect you."
Unmanned production lines are not enough, and automated equipment doesn't just appear out of thin air.
The industrial capacity of Daxia is indeed strong, but this time it is not ten or a hundred units, but hundreds of thousands or even millions of unmanned equipment.
Robots, robot dogs, unmanned tanks, modular turrets, loitering munitions, repair robotic arms, energy block adapters...
We need everything, but we lack everything.
Automate the production line where possible; otherwise, use manual labor.
If there aren't enough robotic arms, people will move them; if there aren't enough testing equipment, people will verify them.
The intelligent sorting warehouse is full, with people checking the numbers of boxes one by one.
The Great Xia C Plan is not only a plan for the military, but also a plan for every ordinary person.
After finishing his meal, Lu Renjia took his daughter back to her residential area.
In the residential area, neighbors were also packing up their belongings.
Mr. Zhang, who lives across the street, is over sixty years old and was a retired fitter.
He was wearing reading glasses and taking out his toolbox, which he had used for decades.
Lu Renjia was stunned when he saw it.
"Uncle Zhang, you received the notification too?"
Grandpa Zhang snorted.
"Someone from the community just came and said that if the experienced technicians are willing, they can help with the maintenance of the robotic arm."
"I can still move, why shouldn't I go?"
Someone nearby advised:
"At your age, don't push yourself too hard."
Grandpa Zhang looked up and glanced at the man.
"What are you trying to prove? I spent my whole life working with machine tools when I was young, and now I'm letting those young guys take over while I sit in the room watching?"
He patted the toolbox.
"My old arms and legs aren't what they used to be, but I still remember how to adjust a bearing or calibrate a cutting tool."
No one tried to persuade them anymore.
Lu Renjia smiled and walked further in. Several young people who looked like college students were registering at the community volunteer terminal.
"I'm reporting parts sorting."
"I have programming experience, can I do data annotation?"
"I'm physically strong enough; I can carry things."
"Stop being picky! Go wherever there's a shortage of people. We're all fighting to kill the demons!"
These young people would occasionally crack a joke.
Everyone was very focused today.
Lu Renjia returned home and changed into his work clothes.
Li Mei helped him stuff his goggles, gloves, and lunchbox into his bag one by one.
Finally, she took out a small bag of candy.
Lu Renjia frowned.
"Wasn't this meant for Xiaoxiao?"
Li Mei stuffed the candy into the side pocket of her bag.
"She only had half a day of classes today, I'm keeping an eye on her. You work ten-hour shifts there, what do you do about low blood sugar?"
Lu Renjia tried to take it out, but Li Mei held his hand down.
"You are the pillar of this family, you are more important."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and neither of them spoke.
Lu Xiaoxiao peeked out from beside the bed and whispered:
"Dad, are you going to build a robot to fight monsters?"
Lu Renjia squatted down and patted her head.
"right."
"Then make it more impressive."
"Okay, Dad will try to make it as powerful as possible."
Lu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, then added seriously:
"Let it protect you."
Lu Renjia paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, and to protect you and Mom too."
At 10:40 p.m., Lu Renjia walked out of the residential area.
There were many more people on the main road in the residential area than usual.
Some were wearing work clothes, some were wearing community volunteer uniforms, and there were also medical staff, transportation dispatchers, maintenance team members, and so on.
Everyone is going in a different direction.
The dungeon's broadcast system is still playing the latest dispatches.
"The food processing plant in the third district will downsize its snack food production line and switch to producing military nutritional blocks."
"The Fifth District Civil Appliance Factory has ceased production of household appliances and switched to producing unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) electronic control modules."
Residents of all residential areas, please note that hot water supply hours have been reduced to twice daily.
"Non-essential lighting will be reduced by 30%, and public entertainment areas will be temporarily closed."
"Prioritize all energy resources for military production, medical care, ventilation, and water circulation systems. We hope everyone will cooperate to drive away the demons and save our homeland."
As notices were issued one after another, life, which was originally relatively normal, was gradually compressed.
Hot water became scarcer, lights dimmed, entertainment ceased, and supplies were rationed.
Occasionally someone would complain, but they would quickly shut up.
Because everyone knows that the little bit of electricity, the little bit of hot water, and the production line saved will eventually be turned into weapons, into an iron torrent blocking the demons!
Lu Renjia followed the crowd into the Seventh Industrial Zone. As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he was stunned by the scene before him.
The entire industrial area has been completely transformed.
The signs that originally read "Civilian Machinery Parts", "Underground Rail Maintenance", and "Living Equipment Repair" were all temporarily covered up.
The newly hung signs are rows of eye-catching signs.
[Type A Joint Assembly Line for Tier 3 Combat Robot]
[Zhengjin Shield Brand Exterior Frame Welding Area]
[Miniature Missile Mount Assembly Area]
[Energy Block Interface Verification Area]
[Quick Replacement and Repair Module Cable for Battle-Damaged Parts]
In the distance, the transport tracks vibrated continuously as boxes of materials were delivered.
There are ordinary alloys and Zhengjin composite sheets.
Forklifts, transport robots, and manual carts are all mixed together.
The dispatcher stood on the high platform, his voice hoarse from shouting.
"Attention! Don't send the wrong B7 batch sensors! Those are leg joints, not arm joints!"
"Welding Section 2 is short-staffed; we need two certified welders!"
"Hurry up, manual verification team! The assembly line is waiting!"
"Moving crew, move aside! You're blocking the way!"