allendalepharm Chapter 11 Long Live the Workers!
Chapter 11 Long Live the Workers!
In the Qingshan base in the suburbs of Anhai City.
Li Xiaming was wearing a black training uniform, his chest rising and falling slightly.
He stared at Lu Yi, who was standing five steps away. The other man was just standing loosely, with his hands hanging down at his sides.
"Again."
Lu Yi's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.
Li Xiaming took a breath, pushed off the ground, and lunged forward, his right fist aimed straight for Lu Yi's face—
This is the straight punch he's practiced the best in the last three days.
However, just as Li Xiaming's fist was about to touch his opponent, Lu Yi moved.
With a smooth sidestep and a half-step forward, Lu Yi...
Li Xiaming's fist grazed his cheek.
Li Xiaming knew he was in trouble and tried to pull back his fist, but he couldn't retract it.
"When you throw a punch, your center of gravity should follow the movement, not just your arm."
"Also, don't use all your strength. When you miss, here—"
As Lu Yi spoke, his knee suddenly slammed heavily into Li Xiaming's lower back.
"That's when you're most vulnerable!"
Li Xiaming groaned and staggered forward, losing his balance.
He tried to steady himself, but Lu Yi's hand was already on the back of his neck, pressing down along with his momentum.
boom!
Li Xiaming landed hard on the training mat, his chest numb from the impact, and his vision blurred with golden light.
"stand up."
Lu Yi took two steps back, his voice remaining steady.
"Fighting is not about who is stronger."
It's all about tactics and timing. Your body is like a house; if the frame is stable, your fists will have a solid foundation.
If the framework falls apart, no amount of force can be transmitted.
Li Xiaming gritted his teeth, supported himself with his palms, and slowly got up.
His knees and elbows were burning, but he didn't look at them. He simply got back into position, his eyes fixed on Lu Yi.
Why did you step to the side just now?
Li Xiaming asked, panting.
"That's a good question. Now you're finally not just relentlessly pestering me, but starting to reflect on things."
Lu Yi said with a smile:
"If you throw a straight punch, whether you meet it head-on or retreat is within your expectations. I'll sidestep and cut into your outside."
As Lu Yi spoke, he demonstrated it again.
"They're standing to the side of the direction you're applying force."
Your force is hitting the air, but my position directly threatens your supporting leg and the midline of your spine.
"Remember, in a real confrontation, disrupting the opponent's rhythm and center of gravity should take priority over causing superficial damage."
By making the enemy lose his footing and balance, his attack will naturally crumble.
"Come on, again."
Five minutes later.
With a clean and swift over-the-shoulder throw, Lu Yi delivered the move.
In a dizzying moment, Li Xiaming slammed heavily onto the mat once again.
He was panting heavily, unwilling to admit defeat, and wanted to stand up and continue fighting Lu Yi.
But Lu Yi waved his hand and said:
"That concludes today's combat training."
"In addition, your evening academic classes have also been temporarily canceled."
"Why? Today isn't a day off."
Lu Yi reached out and helped Li Xiaming up, saying:
"Have you forgotten what day it is today?"
"We are fully prepared to deal with the [Doomsday 1.00 Update]."
A nationwide emergency announcement will be made at 18 PM today through all official media and emergency broadcasts.
"We're about to enter the final sprint to the apocalypse."
……
……
Inside the ZPMC factory.
After roaring for eighteen hours, the 10,000-ton press and the five-axis machine tool finally came to a slow stop after emitting a long and heavy sound of pressure relief.
Old Chen, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, walked unsteadily down the gradually cooling workshop aisle.
Two weeks ago, he couldn't believe that his men could actually squeeze such amazing potential out of his factory's production capacity.
At the current production rate, the seemingly astronomical national task may be completed ahead of schedule, perhaps before the end of the month!
Old Chen licked his dry lips and shouted loudly to the workers in the workshop:
"Brothers, let's call it a day!"
Go to the cafeteria for lunch. You're getting two extra hours of rest today, but you'll still get over a thousand yuan in overtime pay for those two hours!
"Long live President Chen!!"
The workers cheered enthusiastically.
Old Chen shook his head and said loudly:
"No, it's 'Long live the workers!'"
"The miracles of our factory are all thanks to you!"
The workers were stunned. Then, from a corner, someone shouted the first cry in a hoarse yet fervent voice: "Long live the workers!"
Immediately afterward, everyone came to their senses and shouted:
"Long live the workers—!!"
"Long live the workers!!!"
The workers shouted until the veins in their necks bulged and their eyes turned red, as if they were pouring all their usual fatigue, silence and strength into those four words.
The deafening cheers nearly lifted the roof off the factory building.
After shouting, everyone dragged their exhausted bodies, but with incredibly happy smiles, towards the cafeteria.
While other countries have begun implementing strict food rationing, the menu at ZPMC's canteen is surprisingly abundant.
A whole roasted goose, glistening and fragrant, piled high like a small mountain; thick, tempting braised pork ribs; crystal-clear boiled prawns; and a variety of fresh seasonal vegetables and fruits…
Plenty of food was piled up at each serving station, and it was all free and unlimited for the workers.
This is the nation's most direct and heartfelt gratitude to these workers who have shed blood and sweat for their compatriots.
The government even allowed workers' relatives to come to the canteen to collect these plentiful meals.
Therefore, in today's world, any family that produces a worker who can be considered a model worker in the factory will be highly respected and envied by their neighbors!
The workers lined up silently and orderly to get their meals. Old Chen, holding the same rice tray, sat in the canteen with several other exhausted workers who were too tired to speak, burying their heads in their food and swallowing it down.
The canteen was bustling with activity. A young apprentice was texting his pregnant wife, excitedly telling her how much money he had earned from his hard work that day.
Some middle-aged veteran workers were video chatting with their families, greeting their children.
However, almost at the same second in the next moment.
The screens of everyone's phones, regardless of brand or model, suddenly went black.
"What happened? Is my phone broken? I just bought it a month ago..."
"Huh, it seems like everyone's phones are having problems."
"Wait, a message suddenly appeared on my phone!"
This is not just about ZPMC.
Electronic screens on large shopping malls in urban areas across the country.
The loudspeaker in taxi drivers' cabins across the country.
National television channels.
At that moment, all electronic broadcasting equipment in the country was taken over by the state.
Immediately afterwards, a solemn national emblem appeared on the screen in front of everyone.
Below is a line of bold text:
[Emergency Announcement to All University of Tokyo Citizens]