The Dalianor base is under construction, and although Red Alert buildings do not require human labor, more facilities and venues for people to live in are gradually needed here. The troops stationed here have increased to a regiment, because Xilingol League is close to Mongolia, where the Soviet Union has a large number of troops, so protecting the base is the top priority, and reliable defenses must be established here.

  Also, due to the involvement of a large number of important technologies and other materials over thirty years, some research institutions can only be set up nearby. Groups of workers and construction personnel arrived at Lake Dari Nur one after another, bringing tools and driving Liberation trucks with full enthusiasm to rush to where they were needed in the Republic.

  As outsiders, they don't need to know what those strange-looking buildings are for. While marveling at the magnificent and majestic architecture, a sense of heavy mission drives them to contribute every bit and every ounce with full energy before this winter is completely over.

  They built mainly barracks and other facilities for the troops to live in. Most of the researchers had already entered the main base, but unfortunately, there were no guest rooms in the main building, so they brought in simple iron folding beds, put on thin mattresses, and rested on the spot. Fortunately, the main base building has a perfect central air conditioning system, which is very warm, and everyone is still relatively comfortable.

  Also changed into military uniform, Qi Yiming couldn't help but walk out of the building and stand in front of the construction site, watching the soldiers and workers laboring. Before crossing over, he had seen many house-building activities, as that era's China was experiencing a super-large-scale real estate development, with migrant workers flocking to cities and building high-rise buildings one after another. Until the eve of his crossing over, the huge real estate bubble had prompted the central government to muster all its strength to bring down housing prices.

  But today, what Qi Yiming saw was that these people, when they worked, were completely different from the migrant workers thirty years later.

  "What are you doing here? The teacher was just looking for you!" A bright figure appeared beside Qi Yiming, she was Zhao's female disciple, not long ago Qi Yiming had just learned her name, Sun Jing.

  Since Professor Zhao's Dawn Project has completely changed to Red Alert, Professor Zhao had to stop his efforts in finding parallel surfaces and instead devoted himself to the collation of some key scientific materials. As he is a cross-disciplinary academician and an insider, it is most appropriate for him to lead this work.

  Although Qi Yiming taught Zhao Yuan how to "go online", there were still many problems that Zhao Yuan would ask Qi Yiming for help with, from some specific technical issues to the next phase of the most important plan to set up China's own World Wide Web. Many things Zhao Yuan wouldn't go to Liao Huaren and other bureaucrats for, but instead would look for Qi Yiming who could provide resources based on his base.

  Zhi Yi Ming smiled slightly at Sun Jingyu and said: "I like it here, it makes people feel very satisfied."

  Sun Jing furrowed her brow and said, "What's with you? Watching others work while you're idle, feeling especially satisfied? You're just like those capitalists."

  Zi Yi Meng couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, "Of course not. To be honest, I really want to go down and work with the masters together. There's a kind of aura about them, an aura that has been lost in my time. Although the country is more prosperous thirty years later, some things have been lost, it's quite a pity."

  Sun Jing didn't understand what Qiyiming was doing with the airplane and said, "You're quite a poet, lamenting the passing of spring and autumn." Thirty years later, this sentence would translate to "You're so pretentious!"

  Zi Yi Ming didn't explain and said to her: "Listen to what everyone is saying."

  Although the tools were clanging and banging, making a lot of noise from labor, the voices of several workers talking could still be heard over here.

  "Old Xu, Chinese New Year is coming soon, and this project has just started, it's definitely not going back."

  "No choice, we are just a brick in the socialist society, wherever the country needs us to go, this year it's said that our unit has taken on this task and will give us welfare benefits, at least one ham per person, my three kids are growing up and craving meat now, work hard, if they can eat more meat, their father will be happy too."

  "Haha!"

  Someone else is talking over there.

  "Big Liu, look at those buildings, they're like small mountains! The exterior alone must have used tens of thousands of kilograms of steel to build such a shell. What's it actually for?"

  "Who knows? Don't ask blindly, but I heard that some big scientists work there. They used to develop two bombs and one satellite in such a desolate place, probably also working on some kind of weapon."

  "It's great to make weapons, create something even more powerful than atomic bombs, and strike at American imperialism and Soviet revisionism!"

  Not far from the cement unloading truck, Yang Youguang, the leader of the engineering corps, solemnly instructed his soldiers: "Comrades, the task entrusted to us by our superiors is arduous but also glorious. This is a moment to test the loyalty of each and every one of us. Each company must emphasize the importance of secrecy discipline, give it your all, and ensure that all projects are completed before March. Especially the highway from here to Chifeng, which is the most critical part of all the projects. The country has placed its trust in us, we absolutely cannot let the Party and the people down!"

  "Yes, Captain!"

  At this time, Sun Jingyu seemed to still not understand Qiyimen's meaning. In her eyes, everything was so ordinary.

  Soldiers and workers with a strong sense of discipline and honor, who have thrown themselves into their work with passion and 100% enthusiasm, and the spirit that does not prioritize personal interests, but is willing to sacrifice everything for a common and great goal.

  There was once a poet who lamented that the 1980s were China's last era of innocence. After entering the 1990s, superficiality, worship of money, moral decay, and loss of faith became mainstream in society. In schools, political classes still loudly sang about building socialism with Chinese characteristics, but university students joined the party only for personal advancement. On the road, when an elderly person fell, no one dared to help them up, and finally someone did, but then they were actually sued by the good Samaritan. Poisonous food harmed people's health, making money had exceeded the last moral bottom line that people guarded. Public intellectuals began shouting about the beautiful free democratic Western society, and vagrants abroad were noble and rich with human nature shining brightly.

  It seems that all the officials in the government have become corrupt, and the urban management officers represent the image of the government. The Southern media can stir up anti-party and anti-state sentiments at will, and bureaucrats treat ordinary people as inferior citizens. Having power and money has become a privileged class. Under the banner of defending rights, they promote Western values, causing the whole country to lose its way and become chaotic. These so-called "conscience" individuals, as well as wealthy entrepreneurs who complain about the lack of safety and protection for private property, make it seem like this place is hell. But these people never think about how this country was established, what is written in the constitution, or whose country this is.

  This is not a country dominated by capitalists, lawyers and doctors, nor is it a country of corrupt bureaucrats, monopolistic state-owned enterprises, vested interests and descendants of meritorious officials. This is a people's country, a country of laborers!

  When people envy the Western way of life, they no longer take that sickle and hammer and red flag seriously. Thirty years later, the Republic is not a land under the red flag. Qi Yiming knew well that it was a world of pragmatism, Machiavellianism, and populism.

  When standing in an era that still retains the last purity of a red nation, looking at those workers and soldiers who seem to be emitting hot air, Qi Yiming's heart was touched by a string. Materially poor but spiritually strong, what they said and did was what they believed in. Collectivism, people's power, workers' voices, these familiar words seemed very distant to Qi Yiming.

  He involuntarily walked down from the stage, picked up the iron shovel, and danced with everyone together, his not-so-sturdy body swaying in the midst of Son Jing's astonished gaze, that kind of laborious beauty made him feel so sweet.

  Although it is unknown who this person is, everyone smiles at him, as if they all know that laborers on this land do not need a second name, they are all called comrades!

  Zhi Yi Ming sang loudly with a high-pitched voice, "

  "Arise, slaves, who are oppressed by hunger and cold!"

  Arise, ye wretched of the earth!

  Seething with indignation

  "Struggle for the truth!"

  His singing voice was hoarse and disorderly, not to the extent of being tone deaf, but absolutely not pleasant to listen to. However, when he started singing loudly, the people who were waving their tools along with him were like shouting slogans, opening their throats one after another to sing along with him:

  "Let bygones be bygones."

  Arise, slaves, arise!

  Don't say we have nothing

  We will be the masters of the world!

  This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow

  The international must be achieved!

  This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow

  "Internationalism must be achieved!"

  From a corner of the construction site, the singing voice is getting farther and farther away, just like a small drop of water starting to gather more water at the bottom, eventually that drop becomes a mighty torrent, surging violently on this construction site, that awe-inspiring force washes people's souls, inspiring footsteps forward, it is a microcosm of human soul bursting out with the most wonderful ideals.

  Even the cold and detached Sun Jing stood there, opening her cherry lips, following the rough men's singing voice, singing this "International Song" together. This empty grassland should not have been able to make the sound so turbulent, but that magical power, as if it had been born on top of the world, even in the emptiness, it gathered together.

  Until the third chorus and three verses have ended, it seems that the sound of the song is still echoing. Qi Yiming has quietly left the bustling construction site, but his eyes are bright, and his waist is particularly straight. At this moment, Qi Yiming deeply understood what value he had in coming to this era - he wanted to let the red flag fly forever, and let this great spirit never dry up!

  "Workers of the world, unite!"