[October 22, 2083, 4:30 p.m. Haydn time, outside Olympus North Kleist Division]

It was a gloomy afternoon, the die-casting machines in the North Kleist Industrial Area were still thumping, the engines of the giant trucks were still roaring, the conveyor belts were still transporting ore to the plant, the helium-3 fireballs in the fusion reactor were still rampage restlessly, the only difference was that there was not a single worker in all the factories.

At this time, in the center of North Kleist, outside the Olympus branch, on 53rd Street, more than 300 military and police officers were on standby. They cordoned off the entire block, with the front row of military police armed with one-man tall steel shields, the back rows armed with ray guns and stun bombas, and further back, two machine guns and a laser array pointed forward. Their helmets were black and shiny, their armor thick and tight, their barrels shiny and shiny, and their shields lined up in rows.

Opposite them were nearly 50,000 unshaven, ragged workers. These workers were armed with pipes and shovels, and those who did not have pipes and shovels used wrenches and tongs, and those who did not even have wrenches and tongs clung to stones that they had picked up from nowhere. They were covered in bruises, some had their arms strangled by machine tools, some had their legs out of shape, some had their chests corroded by strong acid, and some had burns all over their backs. Their eyes were filled with the fire of revenge. They are angry because of the desecration of personality and the trampling of dignity; They were angry because of the injustice of their status and their mortal end. They had no leader, and when the first worker took the wrench and walked out of the factory, all the workers put down their work and appeared on the street in droves. The rule of Olympus has cornered them, and no matter how friendly and peace-loving they once were, there is only one way left to resist desperately.

On both sides of the wide streets, the leaves of the plane trees are falling and the crows are standing on the branches, quacking and screaming. The autumn wind is gusting, wrapped in a little drizzle; The clouds were heavy, obscuring the yellow sunlight.

"The North Kleist Division called the 51st Armed Guards, the inferior people are about to riot, and we are short on manpower, so we are asking for reinforcements."

"The 51st Armed Guards have received that a brigade of troops has departed and will arrive within twelve minutes."

"Gott be quick, Morant and his escort are here, I'm not sure how long we'll be able to keep the situation under control."

"What do you say? Okay, I see, three more wings, and the 11th Armed Guards will come to help, and we'll be there in seven minutes. ”

"As soon as possible!"

……

On Avenue 53, the workers approached the blockade step by step with firm steps and determination to die.

There are still four hundred meters left.

The military and police officers loaded their ray guns, and the laser arrays began to charge. With a buzzing sound, the front-row workers were locked.

Three hundred meters.

"Warning, everyone lay down their weapons, stop moving forward, and crouch on the spot with their heads in place, or we will shoot."

However, the workers paid no heed, and step by step, the blockade line was ahead, and the moment of decisive battle was coming.

Two hundred meters.

"One last warning, everyone lay down their weapons, stop moving forward, and crouch down with their heads in place, or we will shoot."

The workers were still moving forward, and none of them were timid in the face of the muzzles of the black holes.

One hundred and fifty meters.

The workers sprang to their feet, roaring and lunging at the military police, who had long since become numb and cold. Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire.

The ray guns formed a network of crossfire in the block, and the laser array was charged, and dozens of blue-and-white lasers with a death breath were plunged straight into the ranks of the workers.

The sycamore branches trembled slightly, and the crows scattered in all directions, it was a slaughter.

The corpses soon filled the streets, the air filled with a burning smell and a trickle of blood, staining the walls of the sewer pipes red.

The workers in the back row did not flinch, they still roared, brandished the steel pipes, wrenches and tongs in their hands, and rushed towards the blockade without hesitation.

Batch after batch of workers fell in front of the blockade, and they were getting closer and closer to the blockade.

Soon, the first worker rushed to the shield, raised the wrench in his hand and smashed it hard at the head of the military police.

The military police in the front row shrank their heads under their shields, and the wrench smashed into the air. Dozens of rays pierced his chest, and the worker fell feebly on his shield, spitting at the military police who killed him with the last of his strength.

A steady stream of workers rushed up, their shoulders pounding the front shields, and their chests shielding their comrades from the rays, and the military police gradually became overwhelmed.

In the midst of the confusion, a worker picked up a steel cone in his hand, stepped on his companion's shoulder, and stabbed it at the military policeman's helmet. A large hole was broken in the helmet, and the military policeman was bleeding profusely and fell to the ground screaming.

Then, another worker leaped up with his shield and plunged a sizzling drill into the chest of the military police......

And just like that, one after another, the military police fell to the ground. The blockade line gradually collapsed, the workers and the military and police were scuffled, and the laser arrays were difficult to fire.

Step by step, the workers approached the North Kleist Division, paying the price of hundreds of sacrifices for each step, and the corpses were piled up into a hill.

The Kleist branch is getting closer and closer, and today is the day of the showdown, a day that will surely go down in history. Olympus doesn't treat us as human beings, so let them see that the so-called "inferior people" can make them chill and make their heads bleed.

Closer, closer, they could already see the spires of the Kleist branch glittering, the massive satellite pan of the radio array beckoning to them. Victory lies ahead.

The workers sang the song "Song of Steel", which symbolized strength. The military and police were pressured to retreat. Of the 300 military and police officers, more than 20 have died and more than 50 have been injured. Combat effectiveness began to gradually decline.

The number of casualties among the workers has exceeded 10,000. The hatred in the hearts of the people was further aroused by the dead workers, who rushed forward like a tidal wave, and no one could stop them.

At this moment, the roar of aircraft engines was heard in the sky, and eight DE-53 attack planes appeared in the sky. "DE" is the abbreviation of Dr. Edgar, and this attack aircraft is equipped with four 20 mm Gatling cannons and two high-powered ray guns each, and is designed to harvest local remnants in a superior battle situation.

The roar of machine guns resounded throughout the city, and the workers fell one by one, helpless. In just one minute, thousands of people died.

Reinforcements arrived.

Seeing this, the military and police restarted the laser array, and dozens of lasers were once again inserted into the ranks of workers who had already collapsed. Screams rang out one after another. Those who survived by luck scattered and fled.

Nine troop carriers have also arrived, and thousands of members of the Armed Guards have landed in the city of North Kleist. Divided into hundreds of teams, they brutally blasted every building, searched the city without any corners, and killed anyone they saw.

Those who tried to continue the resistance under the cover of the building waited with flamethrowers and bazookas; Someone tried to open the door and come out and surrender, but they were greeted only by a shuttle of bullets......

The workers had never seen such a powerful fire, and fear began to take over...... The captured workers reported each other's hiding places, blamed each other in an attempt to reduce their punishment, and voluntarily threw away their weapons in order to clear their name, but this only increased the efficiency of the Armed Guards' killings, and all the workers would eventually die.

The last worker in North Kleist died at 8:07 a.m. the next day, a massacre that directly killed 49,986 people.

In the aftermath, the North Kleist Industrial Zone replaced all the dead workers with robots and fully resumed production at 12 noon, with no intention of keeping them alive in the first place.

Morant walked out of the safe house, looked at the messy city in front of him, and asked his subordinates dissatisfiedly, "How is the optimization progress of the inferior people?"

"In the last five months, 35 percent has been completed."

"How much longer?"

"At least six months."

Morant glared at his subordinates fiercely and said coldly, "I'll give you three months."