Overnight, the entire modern industrial park with thousands of people, together with equipment and technical workers, traveled to the wasteland world after the nuclear war.
Here, order breaks down and the weak eat the strong. What the time travelers bring is not personal abilities or systems, but a running assembly line, a furnace that is not extinguished, a complete technical database, and a set of collective discipline and production management systems that are deeply rooted in the bone marrow.
When the heroes of the wasteland drove the mutant beasts to the city, what they saw was no longer a lamb to be slaughtered. On the city wall, standardized ballistae produced by machine tools roared in unison; during the broadcast, three shifts of production mobilization drowned out the war cry.
The protagonist, the former production dispatch director and now the "commander in chief", writes in his diary:
"They loot, we produce.
They divide, we organize.
They worship power, we believe in order.
This is not a race for survival.
This is a dimensionality-reducing blow from civilization to barbarism.
