195: Chapter 195 A Pure Black Robot Formation: This is True Industrial Aesthetics

Time crept bit by bit toward the end of the early morning.

On October 1st, before the sky had fully brightened, Jingzhou City had already awakened.

The streets were as clean as if they had been scrubbed.

The very air was permeated with a solemnity and grandeur that was completely different from any ordinary day.

In the viewing area not far from Tiananmen Square, the Lu family sat very close to the front.

Chen Wanqing had specially changed into new clothes today, but once she sat down, she found her hands had nowhere to rest, and in the end, she could only clutch her bag strap, looking forward again and again.

Lu Jianjun, on the other hand, still kept a straight face.

But his slightly clenched jaw and his back, straighter than usual, had already betrayed his emotions at this moment.

Lu Yaoguang sat between the two, appearing relatively calm on the surface.

But in reality, her phone was almost burning hot in her palm from being squeezed so tightly.

Because she had just received over a dozen messages from Wang Peng.

"Sister Yaoguang! Has it started yet!"

"Is it cold over there?"

"Watch my brother for me!"

"If he gets on camera, tell me right away!"

"My heart is about to jump out of my chest!"

Lu Yaoguang looked down and wanted to laugh. Just as she was about to reply, a middle-aged couple sitting on the other side of Lu Jianjun suddenly struck up a conversation.

The man was around fifty, dressed very neatly, and the woman had a gentle temperament; they were clearly also here to watch the ceremony, and their family background was likely not ordinary either.

They probably noticed that the Lu family's expressions were different from others—a mix of nervousness and irrepressible anticipation—so they smiled and asked:

"Is this your first time here?"

Chen Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"Yes, first time."

The middle-aged woman smiled and said:

"No wonder you look so nervous."

"The two of us have already watched it three times, but we still didn't sleep well last night."

Speaking of this, she looked ahead and couldn't help but ask:

"What are you most looking forward to seeing today? New equipment?"

Chen Wanqing subconsciously exchanged a glance with Lu Jianjun, then smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Of course we'll look at the equipment."

"But we are mainly here to see our son."

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged couple were clearly stunned.

"...See your son?"

The man didn't react for a moment and subconsciously repeated it.

The woman was also a bit bewildered, couldn't help but look ahead, then looked at the three members of the Lu family, her eyes full of confusion.

Being able to sit here and watch the ceremony meant they were no ordinary people.

But the four words "here to see our son" still left them unable to wrap their heads around it.

See their son?

Could it be that their child has a task in an occasion like today?

Which phalanx is undergoing inspection?

But before they could ask more, Chen Wanqing just smiled and did not explain any further.

Lu Jianjun also maintained his usual reticent demeanor.

Now, the middle-aged couple was even more confused.

Lu Yaoguang, sitting beside them, almost lost her composure and hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to look at her phone, though her shoulders trembled slightly.

And in this atmosphere, the live broadcast officially began.

However, it wasn't the scene itself that really heated up first.

It was the people in front of countless screens.

Before the sky had fully brightened, there were already people in subway carriages turning their phone brightness to the max, putting in their earphones, and quietly staring at the live broadcast.

Near the door, a young man was holding the handrail with one hand and lifting his phone with the other, his eyes fixed without blinking. Two strangers next to him, also up early for work, watched for a while and then silently leaned their heads over.

Someone was originally scrolling through short videos, and as they scrolled, they suddenly switched into the live broadcast room.

Others were stuck in traffic on the highway while traveling to another city; the people in the car were originally complaining about why the traffic wasn't moving, but as soon as the front passenger turned on the live broadcast, the people in the back stopped arguing, and even the children were leaning over the middle of the seats to watch.

"Don't be anxious anymore, we're stuck anyway, might as well finish watching it."

"Quick, quick, quick, turn the volume up."

"Don't miss it today, I heard there's new stuff."

"You know, I'm also here to see if Lu Li will appear..."

Similar scenes were playing out continuously all over the country.

In offices, people had switched their computers to the broadcast page in advance.

In dormitories, some were staring at screens while brushing their teeth.

In breakfast shops, the steamed buns had just been put in the steamer, and the owner couldn't help but prop their phone up next to the condiment bottles.

And the barrage in the live broadcast room was ridiculously dense from the very beginning.

"Front row!"

"It's here, it's here, it's here!"

"Nobody stop me today, I can go to work late, but I can't be late watching this broadcast!"

"I say I'm watching the military parade, but actually, I want to see if God Lu will come."

"Don't rush, watch the equipment first, there's definitely something big today!"

It was the same overseas.

Some international students connected their dormitory TVs to screen casting early in the morning and dragged their roommates to watch together.

Some sat in front of their computers clutching coffee, not even caring about the time difference.

There were also some foreign military bloggers who simply started live streams in advance, preparing to watch and explain simultaneously.

The comment section was scrolling rapidly.

"The live broadcast of China's National Day military parade is starting."

"Wait, is that rumor about Guanghui Technology true?"

"I'm here to see the Robot release."

"After what that company showed before, I'm not laughing at any rumor now."

In the viewing area, everyone was very quiet.

But beneath the quiet, that increasingly intense anticipation was stretched tight like a taut string.

Especially the Lu family.

They didn't say anything on the surface.

But everyone knew in their hearts that what they wanted to see most today wasn't just those grand scenes.

It was also Lu Li.

Or rather, they wanted to see with their own eyes just how far that child, who grew up right under their noses, had come.

Until—

The first batch of truly new equipment entered their field of vision.

The air seemed to tighten abruptly at this moment.

What first caught their eyes was not traditional armor, nor was it the familiar torrent of steel.

It was rows upon rows of pitch-black humanoid combat Robots.

They advanced in perfect order.

Their pace was so uniform it was almost terrifying.

Their entire bodies were matte black, with cold, rigid lines; there wasn't a single superfluous decoration on the surface of their metal armor, only that sense of extreme restraint and extreme danger—the essence of industrial aesthetics.

On their chests, the national flag was distinct.

Some held Type 95 assault rifles.

Some carried individual rocket launchers on their shoulders.

And others were carrying heavy anti-materiel sniper rifles.

That wasn't "looking human."

It was more like a group of steel units that had been completely industrialized and completely militarized, moving forward step by step, carrying a silent sense of oppression.