A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

It has to be said that the one left behind by the Alliance Cherkov was quite large.

As the saying goes, that fish is so big that it can't be cooked in a pressure cooker.

After finishing the first pot, there's a second one.

However, the dog couldn't wait for the second batch. It took the four freshly made tubes, made an application to its superiors, and ran to a certain area.

Of course, his superiors knew what he was thinking, and after giving him a stern warning not to mention the outside world, they let him be.

"You mutt, if you really care about this kid, don't bring up his past. He... doesn't belong here!"

The dog looked at the white box in its hand, paused, and then tightened its grip.

"Got it, you mutt!"

……

Having regained some of their strength, Jiang Xia led the soldiers to install dustproof curtains around the processing center to minimize the impact of wind and sand on it.

Finally, a large steel lump was brought up.

Although Jiang Xia thought it was a bit far-fetched to use a machining center to handle gas cylinders, it was an urgent need, so if it was needed, then it should be done.

Once the cold rolling mill and hydraulic free forging machine at the steel mill are completed, the gas cylinders produced can be thrown around by the locals for fun.

Moreover, the ordinary machine tools that were transported with the truck were left in the peripheral factory. If there were a boring machine to do the rough machining first, the working time could be saved by at least one-third.

After offering their suggestions, the technicians took notes of each one.

Next came the busy work of calculating the abacus. The outer structure was relatively simple, but the dimensions of the inner wall and the cutting pattern still needed to be readjusted.

After all, this machining center, which looks incredibly efficient to outsiders, still has significant shortcomings. At the very least, it can't bring up preset programs like in later generations by simply clicking a few buttons.

This is such a hassle!

Jiang Xia chewed on a blade of grass, remembering the homework he had assigned to Jiang Qiu. He wondered how the girl was doing with it.

If we bring that thing over and work it with this machining center, I dare say that straightening the missile body shell wouldn't be a problem, and maybe we could even make a waverider for the tail fins and wings.

Haha, you're overthinking it. Let's take it slow.

After the data verification was completed, the technicians carefully entered it into the system.

To ensure accuracy, the feed rate of the machining center was not adjusted to be very fast. A technician with a bright red badge on his chest smiled and invited Jiang Xia, who had just finished eating the second pot of fragrant meat, to go and rest first.

The sandstorm outside had stopped, and the sky was ablaze with a magnificent, endless expanse of red clouds.

"The setting sun is like blood, and the shadow of a lone figure stretches long on the desert."

The lonely city is closed, heroes shed tears, and countless heroic sentiments remain.

In the boundless sea of ​​sand, my heart follows the setting sun into hiding.

After some shaking and swaying, Jiang Xia finally managed to come up with this poem. Unfortunately, one of the two people beside him was leading the way with a smile, while the other was pointing at a certain place and shouting.

Tsk, that's so devoid of emotional value!

"Hey, comrade, is that your reservoir?"

The technician paused, then said in a low voice, "It wasn't like that before, but now..."

"Why don't you put a cover on it? The sand has swallowed up all the water we finally have!" Wang Kui said, looking at the sand piled up by the pool. He felt a pang of heartache.

"That used to be the swimming pool for the Alliance experts, and that guesthouse too, they were all their exclusive use~" The technician gestured towards the small white building not far away.

"The reason it's not covered now is because an environmental expert from the unit wanted to conduct an experiment on desert erosion, and the general thought it was very meaningful, so it was left there."

Jiang Xia and Wang Kui exchanged a glance, their faces filled with disbelief.

"What? This used to be a swimming pool?"

"Damn it, these bastards, they'd better get out of here and be reborn!"

The technician wanted to correct the two men's opinion of the expert, since one of them was genuinely sincere, but the two men were cursing and swearing, which sounded quite satisfying, so he just let them talk.

Upon arriving at the white building, Jiang Xia approached and took a closer look.

It's true that the real value of a steamed bun lies in its filling, not its pleats; the interior decor has a luxurious feel reminiscent of the older generation.

Upon entering, there are two large portraits, one of the instructor and the other of the man with the mustache. Next to the two portraits are rows of slogans.

As you ascend the stairs, you'll find wooden sculptures of a sickle and a hammer hanging at the corner.

Stepping into the second-floor room, you'll find European-style furniture everywhere, decorative paintings hanging on the walls, and antique-style candlesticks on the table.

Jiang Xia casually brushed his hand across the long table. Hey, it seems to be cleaned regularly; there wasn't even a grain of sand.

"We'll stay here?"

"Yes! This is the room of the former head of the expert group. It was just cleaned yesterday, so it's quite clean. The shower pipes in the room are connected to the swimming pool. Feel free to take a shower if you want."

"Well then, Engineer Jiang, I won't bother you any longer." The technician nodded politely and turned to leave.

"By the way, Engineer Jiang. It's very windy and dusty at night, so try not to go out unless necessary. You can call this number if you need anything."

"I understand, I'll sleep soundly until dawn and wait for you to pick me up."

The technician left with a smile, while Jiang Xia sat in the chair, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He rubbed the sand off his body and actually managed to roll it into a ball.

"Old Wang, do you want some Hundred Spirit Pills?"

"Stop eating, go wash up. You smell about the same as the salted fish I used to fill my truck with."

Uh... After wandering around for so long, it would be a lie to say that he didn't smell, but the thought that the water he used to take a bath was from a Russian swimming pool made Jiang Xia feel a little uncomfortable.

However, the communications soldier was right; a bag of sand in his pocket was really a nuisance.

Go ahead and wash, go ahead and wash.

Jiang Xia, having scrubbed himself clean, felt as if he had lost two pounds. Looking at the two large ribs in the mirror, he looked almost like someone who had fled famine.

No, I need to go back and ask Manager Wang to exchange some more chocolates for me. That stuff seems to work better than the "strategist's" magic pills.

Even the slow-witted Jiang Xia has now realized that the effects of this "power pill" seem to be all going to the lower body...

I have to wear pants a size larger, otherwise they won't fit.

Jiang Xia, fresh from a bath, leaned against the headboard, examining a deer head sculpture, and then kicked Old Wang.

"Old Wang, can you turn that head to the side? I can't sleep with its dead eyes staring at me."

Wang Kui also felt disgusted by the deer head.

"Why do all these Russians love this stuff? I've seen people hang the upper body of a brown bear on the wall when I went out with others before."

"It looks quite scary from a distance, but when you get closer and smell it, it has a foul odor."

Jiang Xiale chuckled, "If it weren't for their love of perfume, hey, let me tell you, during that so-called queenly era they were praising, they'd just be squatting by the roadside..."

As Wang Kui listened to Jiang Xia speak, he moved a stool over and tried to take the deer head off.

"Crackling~"

"It fell, it fell? I hadn't even used any force yet..."

Wang Kui and Jiang Xia stared at each other, holding the fallen deer head.

"They won't make us pay, will they?"

"Plop~~" A small, hammer-like metal device rolled out of the broken deer head.

Wang Kui picked it up and examined it. "Is this the connection? Let's reattach it and see."

Jiang Xia leaned closer to take a look. The front of this thing looked like a stethoscope, with a short rod extending from its body.

"Tsk, this pole is way too thin, no wonder it falls off when you touch it."

I habitually turn on the scanner to see how to install it.

Holy crap, what is this?

"Precious metal resonant cavity microphone"

"The resonant cavity is intact, the silver diaphragm is intact, but the radio beam receiver is bent..."

This, this is "the thing"!