A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"These eggs aren't very powerful, are they?"

Xiong Da held up his binoculars and looked at the missile exploding in the air, clicking his tongue in regret.

"Is the container not full of medicine?"

Before the words were even finished, several streaks of light flew over.

"Lie down!"

Wang Kui tackled Jiang Xia to the ground.

"Pa bang bang~~"

After a few sounds of rain pattering on banana leaves, the group finally raised their heads from the ground.

"Enemy attack! Be on alert! Everyone back behind the truck tires!"

After a series of tactical maneuvers, Lao Wang grabbed Jiang Xia by the collar, bent over, and ran, stuffing Jiang Xia behind the tires before pulling out the Wuliu Chong from behind and sticking his head out to check.

"What was that? It didn't sound like a bullet; there was no gunshot."

"Pang Guoxing, Pang Guoxing, you have good eyesight, pay more attention!" Old Wang was a little anxious, and he was sweating profusely.

"Uh, Old Wang, it's nothing, it seems like I added the stuff to the combat compartment~" Little Dumb Hair was dragged on the ground by Wang Kui until he was dizzy and disoriented. He then raised his head and looked at the short stick stuck in the hood of the jeep.

"Really?"

Wang Kui was worried, so he told Jiang Xia to stay put and not move. He then used several vehicles as cover and made several tactical maneuvers, while instructing the others to pay close attention to their surroundings.

After waiting for more than ten minutes and seeing that there were no other abnormalities, I finally felt relieved.

"Hey kid, why are you putting these sticks in the missile?"

A short rod gleaming with silver metallic light was removed from the hood of the jeep by Old Wang. The object was small, but it seemed unusually heavy.

It flew over such a long distance and managed to pierce a hole in the hood of the little jeep.

"Titanium-tungsten rods! Great for masturbating! I originally wanted to make them into sheets, but I didn't have time to finish them here."

"By the way, this thing is quite valuable. Help me retrieve it, and while you're at it, drag the missile debris back too!"

Little Dai Mao picked up his notebook and started writing again.

That's right, the missile's warhead has been modified. Instead of relying solely on explosion for damage, titanium-tungsten rods have been evenly placed around the warhead, creating an effect similar to a fragmentation grenade.

Where do titanium-tungsten rods come from?

Hey, I told you not to underestimate the big brother of Northeast China. Their status as the eldest son of the Republic was an honor they earned themselves back then.

The Metallurgical Research Institute in Fengtian began its research six years ago, and produced its first batch of titanium alloy before 1957.

In the past two years, they've managed to extract the titanium sponge from it.

The output is small, only about one ton per year.

It barely meets the requirements for the use of certain high-precision weapons.

Looking at the blueprints handed over by Mr. He, the enthusiastic older brother completed the corresponding parts, but he struggled with the thin metal rods required by the blueprints. In the end, he could only compromise and put in some titanium tungsten rods.

Because Jiangxia's initial idea was that famous split-link combat system.

It involves folding and compressing numerous thin titanium-tungsten alloy rods around the explosive; once detonated, these alloy rods instantly form a continuously expanding kill ring in the air with a radius of tens to hundreds of meters. Like a super aerial circular saw, it can instantly slice any enemy aircraft or even missile warhead in two!

This wasn't his original idea either; the Bald Eagle did the same thing in subsequent Sidewinder missiles, and with great success.

We can use existing experience as a starting point, but the explosion effect was designed to erupt in a fan shape, so how did it end up here?

Logically, it should have been sprayed all over the ground.

The little guy gestured with his hands to indicate the location of the missile's explosion, unable to understand it.

……

What a load of rubbish! Other people's things are folded and compressed, while this little guy's is just a straight titanium-tungsten metal rod. It would be a miracle if they were the same.

It's not impossible that the tumbling titanium-tungsten metal rod could crash into the fortress that the notebook had painstakingly built, changing its course.

However, given the current industrial conditions, it's already good enough that they have titanium tungsten rods to spray; at worst, they can modify it later.

Of course, our little ahoge hasn't noticed this yet; he's just focusing on the differences between the air and ground environments:

Tsk, it seems air-to-air missiles should still be tested on aircraft. Air-to-air and ground-to-air really are two different things.

Little Dai Mao pulled out the "Missile Overview" that Dean Qian had given him, flipped to the back, and began to carefully read some PPT-like things that Dean Qian had written.

With Dean Qian's written description, Xiao Dai Mao's mind started to wander again.

Yes, the experiment has proven that the egg can fly. If it can fly, hang it on an airplane and do an aerial test!

If there are no target drones, that's easy too. We can use high-altitude balloons. At worst, we can put a few incendiary bombs in the basket to simulate the heat of an airplane engine.

The replica seeker head and its glass cover are almost here. Let's get a complete version and fire one more!

Hey, thinking about it like that makes me feel really good.

Seeing that Xiao Dai Mao was spacing out again, Wang Kui left a few skilled men to guard him.

He then followed Xiong Da and the others to the big bunker to retrieve what the little brat had mentioned.

Two or three of those titanium rods have already been taken out of the car.

Apart from being blackened, its appearance hasn't changed much.

The rest are easy to find. Look at the snow, where are there any dark holes as thick as a thumb? Just dig down and you'll always find one or two.

It's quite troublesome to take it out; you have to dig a hole!

They searched and dug their way along, and slowly made their way to the largest fortress.

"Mom!"

Pang Guoxing was startled by the sight inside the fortress as soon as he entered. His legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

And just like that, by sheer coincidence, we came face to face with the thing standing on the ground!

Suppressing his nausea, Pang Guoxing turned around and crawled behind him.

"What's up? What kind of wild game did you find again? Let's pick it up and give it to you guys as an extra treat! There's a bear sleeping in one of these pits up ahead..." Xiong Da let Pang Guoxing crawl out and excitedly poked his head in.

Everyone was stunned!

"Damn it, didn't I say there was no one around? They cleared the area yesterday and even put up police tape last night. I even shouted it out loud at the beginning!~~"

"What happened? What exactly did you hit?"

Old Wang was pulling down a section of the missile's tail fin when he saw the two people in front of him. One of them came out vomiting, while the other stood there dumbfounded. He chuckled and asked a question.

Then, he patted Pang Guoxing on the shoulder: "Hey, that's why you pilots are so precious! You've never seen anything even slightly brutal!"

As Pang Guoxing vomited, he pointed shakily to the entrance, "People...people..."

Hearing that it was a human, Old Wang was stunned. Damn, this is it.

The four-character idioms "poor organization" and "disregard for human life" filled Lao Wang's mind.

"Damn! Didn't the factory manager promise there wouldn't be anyone here?!"

Thinking this, he pushed Xiong Da aside and crawled into the bunker to begin his thorough investigation. He took two steps forward, used the muzzle of his gun to push aside the plant root-like things hanging from the top of the bunker, and slowly entered the bunker.

The head is still partially intact, hmm, the calves are still there, and the body...

The paint must have gotten on the wall.

Tsk tsk, that's pretty pathetic. Was it that stick ejected from the missile that did it?

Old Wang inexplicably recalled the juicer his son had tinkered with at the factory before leaving for Lanzhou. He had even drunk several bowls of the apple juice it produced back then.

Thinking about this makes my stomach churn.

what!

Wait, what's that?

Type 38 rifle?

That's a scope hanging on its left, isn't it? Hey, people in Northeast China are really rich; they can even use a scope when hunting.

However, upon closer inspection of a metal object next to the muzzle, Old Wang's eyes widened.

Damn! Someone's ambushed us!

Thinking of this, Old Wang turned around and slapped Xiong Da, who was still in a daze.

"Move in reinforcements! Seal off the scene! Don't be afraid! That's the enemy!"