Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"One point left!"

"Final assembly, don't fucking poop your pants at the last minute!"

"Whoever pulls the strings has to treat the whole factory to drinks!"

"I'd rather die in the furnace!"

The core ring is then sent to the final assembly area.

This time, everyone in the factory kept quiet.

The robotic arm descended slowly.

The core ring is connected to the main shaft of the gun body.

Thirty-six workers were scattered around different locking points, operating the fastening devices simultaneously.

The cornerstone sequencer stood at the central control console, his fingers flying across the data panel.

"First locking point, pressure difference is 0.3."

"Received, callback in progress."

"Twelfth lock point, angle offset."

"Correction."

"Twenty-seventh locking point, abnormal bolt resistance."

"Pause for a second, clean up the debris."

"continue."

As Ilancia listened to these brief commands, he suddenly recalled Saim-Han's Wild Riders Battle Formation.

During a high-speed assault, each rider needs to understand their position, speed, turning angle, and point of entry for fire.

The entire hunting pack was almost thrown into chaos.

This factory is also a hunting pack.

It's just prey, not an enemy.

Rather, it's about time, error, material fatigue, and task milestones.

With ten seconds remaining, the projection screen began its countdown.

10...9...8...

boom!

Accompanied by a final, dull, metallic clang.

The projection screen flickered suddenly, then switched to glaring green text:

[Seventh Artillery Group Core Assembly: Perfectly Completed.]

[Delivery timeframe: 24 seconds ahead of schedule.]

A brief moment later, the entire workshop erupted in cheers.

The workers threw their hats into the air.

Some people sat on the ground and laughed loudly.

The heat treatment team leader rushed toward the burly man from the maintenance team. The two exchanged insults before bumping shoulders hard, nearly falling into the tool rack together.

The fifth-line worker, holding up the testing equipment, shouted, "Three barrels of rye beer! Anyone who dares to renege on their debt is a green-skinned orc!"

The young worker, who had almost fallen, was clutching his record board, his face flushed. The older worker slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"You did a decent job."

The young man immediately puffed out his chest, like a proud little rooster.

The factory's loudspeaker blared.

[Task complete.]

The second shift, the fifth line inspection team, and the seventh artillery assembly line received extra work points.

The personnel involved in the emergency repairs received rest compensation.

The first train tomorrow will be delayed by one hour.

Increase meat rations.

As soon as the last sentence was uttered, the cheers rose even higher.

"Did you hear me, meat!"

"I knew today was worth fighting for!"

"Long live the Lord of the Seal!"

"For Agrippina!"

"For the Emperor!"

"So that I don't have to change my quota two hours early next time!"

The last sentence made everyone around him burst into laughter.

Ilancia watched as these people finished work.

They took off their protective jackets, draped them over their shoulders, and walked out of the factory area in twos and threes.

Some people went to the handwashing station first to rinse off the engine oil.

Some people just wipe their faces haphazardly a couple of times and leave.

Some people are still arguing about who will treat them to drinks tonight.

Someone boasted about how crucial the angle he had just corrected was, but the person next to him immediately debunked it, saying that the slight deviation was caused by him in the previous round.

The streetlights outside the factory came on.

Dusk had fallen, and the sky was a dark red.

There is a workers' street outside the factory gate.

There was a canteen, a bathhouse, a shoe repair shop, a public communication booth, and several taverns.

Lawson followed with Ilancia.

The liveliest place was a tavern called "Broken Bolt".

A giant bolt model, cut in half, hangs by the entrance.

The workers rushed in, and the air was immediately filled with the smells of alcohol, sweat, barbecue, and loud voices.

The owner behind the counter skillfully poured rye into glasses.

"The seventh line?"

"The seventh line has made a significant contribution tonight!"

"Come on, we haven't settled the debts you owed for your meritorious service last time."

One of the workers burst into laughter and, with an utterly shameless slap, patted the bar counter: "Put it on the tab! Put it on the tab of the great Seal Bearer!"

The boss grabbed a greasy rag and smashed it squarely across his face.

"You bastard! If you dare say that in front of those cornerstone officers outside, I'll buy you a whole bucket of drinks for free today!"

"Never mind then, I still want to live."

Laughter filled the tavern once again.

Some people draped their clothes over the back of chairs, revealing their sweaty and muscular arms.

Someone sat down and started boasting: "If I hadn't been watching the last main axis, we would definitely have gone over time today."

The person next to him took a sip of his drink.

"You were staring? Your eyes were almost blinded by the welding light."

"That's because I was watching over it. If I hadn't been watching over it, and the main shaft had been off by half an inch, you would all have had to sleep in the factory tonight."

"Stop patting yourself on the back. Were you even looking at the main theme just now?"

"Then what should I be watching?"

A worker next to him slammed his cup on the table and made a face.

"You're staring at that girl at the third quality inspection station. While she was bending down to look at the weld, your eyes were practically popping into the cooling tank."

A strange laugh immediately rang out from the table.

The male worker blushed when he was exposed, but remained defiant.

"Bullshit! I was observing the quality control process."

"Yes, the process is written all over her ass."

"That girl's walk is quite interesting; when she twists her waist, it's like a snake-like shaft just coming off a conveyor belt."

Several female workers, who were sitting at another table and drinking, turned around when they heard this.

The first to speak was the female welder on the fifth line.

"Have you finished talking?"

The male workers immediately pretended to be stupid.

"We're talking about craftsmanship."

The female welder looked at the man who had just said, "Write the process on your butt."

"If you keep bringing up the quality inspection process, I'll have station number three keep a close eye on the weld seam in your crotch tomorrow."

The next second, laughter erupted.

The male worker coughed because he choked on the alcohol.

"Sister, don't be so cruel."

The female welder sneered.