Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

Lop Nur, in the heart of the region.

A hundred-meter-tall steel tower, like a lone iron nail, stands in the heart of the wasteland.

At the top of the tower, the "giant iron ball" that carries the hopes of countless people has been hoisted into place.

But it seems that God is determined to bring down one last test for the people of this land.

The sky, which was originally clear and blue, changed in an instant, turning into a hazy yellow.

The gale-force winds whipped up yellow sand, like millions of tiny knives, lashing the iron tower madly, emitting a grotesque, tooth-grinding creak.

"Report to Commander-in-Chief! Instantaneous wind speed has reached level eight! And it's still increasing!"

The meteorologist's voice was torn to shreds by the wind.

Below the tower, the command post tent was being blown about as if it were about to take off at any moment.

Marshal Nie's brows furrowed deeply as he stared intently at He Yuzhu and Deng Jiaxian: "What do we do? The last detonating pin isn't installed! The wind force is exceeding the limit; we must stop according to regulations!"

stop?

The arrow is on the bowstring, it can't be stopped!

If we don't install it, we'll wait until the sandstorm is fully formed. Once the static electricity detonates the detonator, everyone will be sent flying into the sky.

But if you go up there, you're hundreds of meters in the air, and you could be blown off by the deadly wind at any moment and smashed into a bloody pulp.

Deng Jiaxian gritted his teeth: "Fine! I'm a theorist, I know the pin positions best!"

"You're kidding me."

He Yuzhu shoved him back into his chair. "With your small frame, a gust of wind could blow you all the way to Siberia."

He dusted off non-existent dust from his collar, put on his goggles, and moved with the ease of someone going for a walk in the back hills.

"I am the chief engineer and also an eighth-level fitter. This kind of high-altitude live-line work is my specialty."

"Rain!" Lin Wanqiu rushed over and grabbed his sleeve tightly, her eyes instantly reddening. "The wind is too strong! The top of the tower is swaying more than a meter! You will..."

"Afraid I'll die?" He Yuzhu laughed, reaching out to tuck her wind-blown hair behind her ear with incredibly gentle movements. "Wanqiu, remember that."

"Those of us in this line of work, from day one, never have our heads on our own shoulders."

"Besides," He Yuzhu looked up at the iron tower swaying wildly in the wind, grinned, and was incredibly arrogant.

"This breeze is just enough to cool me down. To be honest, it's actually quite comfortable."

After saying that, he suddenly broke free from Lin Wanqiu's hand and strode towards the steel behemoth.

His back view was resolute, as if he were heading to a war alone.

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He Yuzhu grabbed the cold iron ladder.

The wind howled like a demon in my ears.

For every meter you go up, the wind force increases tenfold.

At fifty meters, you feel like a tattered rag hanging on a flagpole, being torn apart by the wind.

Everyone below had their hearts in their throats.

Marshal Nie gripped the binoculars tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands. Lin Wanqiu clasped her hands together, muttering something repeatedly, her vision already blurred with tears.

But He Yuzhu was so steady it was unbelievable!

His hands and feet seemed welded to the iron ladder, and every step he took was so precise that it looked like it had been calculated by a computer.

The body, repeatedly forged by the [King of Soldiers Engine] and the [Tiger and Wolf Body], now unleashed inhuman power and balance.

Eighty meters.

Ninety meters.

Top of the tower!

The wind here is so strong it could blow your bones apart!

The enormous "iron ball" shook violently in the wind, emitting a dull, loud noise.

He Yuzhu tied himself tightly to the railing with a safety rope, his body almost suspended in mid-air as he reached for that core part.

The pin hole is very small, only about the thickness of a finger.

Trying to insert the pin accurately under such high-frequency and violent shaking is more absurd than threading a needle during an 8-magnitude earthquake.

One attempt failed.

Two attempts, failed.

The sandstorm fogged up my goggles, making everything in front of me blurry.

He Yuzhu simply ripped off his goggles, squinted, and let the sand hit his face like bullets.

He took a deep breath, held it, and instantly activated his [Micrometer-Level Perception]!

In an instant, the whole world seemed to slow down in his perception.

The swaying trajectory of the iron tower, the pulse of the wind—everything is transformed into data!

It's now!

"Click!"

A crisp, clear sound of metal being sheathed pierced through the howling wind.

Pin, precise insertion!

locking!

"Done!"

He Yuzhu used all his strength to shout into the walkie-talkie.

This sound seemed to carry divine power, piercing through the sandstorm.

Below the tower, the deafening cheers were instantly swallowed by the gale, but hot tears streamed down everyone's face.

He Yuzhu slid down the ladder, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, Lin Wanqiu rushed up and hugged him tightly, making his ribs ache.

"Alright, alright, so many people are watching." He Yuzhu patted her back with a smile and teased, "People who don't know better would think I'm glorious."

Lin Wanqiu raised her head, her face covered in tears, yet her smile was brighter than ever before.

Strangely, the wind seemed to have actually subsided.

A sliver of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

This day is June 16, 1964.

The sun rose as usual.

But today, there will be two suns.