A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

When Lao Wang entered the underground warehouse, there was a room that originally contained "Sidewinder missiles".

This tough guy, who had previously received three "First-Class Merits" and most recently a "Collective First-Class Merit," was immediately taken aback.

Because there was something cold and unfeeling staring intently at him in the room.

Wang Kui dodged to the left, and the eyeball-like thing followed his movement and turned as well.

He walked a little further to the right, and a slight squeaking sound came from behind him. Those eyes, which seemed like black holes, fixed their gaze on him again—on the cigarette in his hand.

"Old Wang, take two steps back, then move again!"

Only after looking at the tuft of hair swaying in the room did Old Wang's mind calm down.

Obediently, he took two steps back and began to shake the cigarette butt in his hand vigorously.

Suddenly, the creaking sounds in the room grew louder.

"This! This missile has eyes!"

"Hmm! If you dare bring a cigarette in again, I'll cut you into seventeen or eighteen pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Kui hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette.

Okay, this time when I moved again, those cold, indifferent eyes stopped looking at me.

"What the hell is this?"

"An upgraded version of the 'Cannonball' air-to-air missile!"

That's right. These days, Lao Wang has been arresting people until his hands are sore, and our little idiot hasn't been idle either, working with the newly arrived lead sulfide infrared guide head and the glass cover that the camera factory just ground.

The complete version of the air-to-air combat bullet has been officially born!

Furthermore, it has undergone certain upgrades.

Yes, he also added a small compressed nitrogen cylinder inside the guide head, along with a device for compression and cooling via a vortex tube, which relatively solved the problem of the infrared guide head's detection sensitivity.

However, this makes the projectile about 50 centimeters longer than the original.

In addition, the current state of China's rocket engines using solid fuel is somewhat questionable, and he doesn't even know the exact range of its missiles.

The only confirmed positive is that this infrared seeker is definitely much more sensitive than the original Bald Eagle and the Alliance's imitation.

It can be identified even without seeing a single cigarette butt?

Today, the sun is shining brightly, a rare sunny day in Northeast China.

The weather is perfect; it's the perfect time to conduct experiments.

On the runway of Factory 112, a fighter jet, somewhat different from the ordinary J-6, was buzzing at the end of the runway.

If you look closely at this J-6, you'll find that it has a little more and a little less.

少的是歼6那引以为傲的航炮，原本混合装备了三门23-1型或30-1型航炮的歼6，在这架试验性的飞机上只保留了机腹的那门30-1型航炮。

This was at Pang Guoxing's insistence, who said that caliber is everything, and any smaller, and it wouldn't feel safe flying up there. If it were according to Jiang Xia's opinion, he would have preferred to remove the cannon altogether, so that the remaining weight could be used to hang a large firecracker.

The extra ones, of course, are the two missile racks that were originally installed on the Liberation Truck.

However, because the large firecracker-shaped fuel tank from Jiangxia was a little too long, it couldn't be directly mounted on the forward extension pylon inside the wing. Therefore, a new mounting point had to be added outside the auxiliary fuel tank mounting point.

Fortunately, the additional hundred or so kilograms on each side did not significantly affect the overall flight configuration of the aircraft.

The egg hanging on the rack is also quite different from the original one.

The original one only had one umbilical cord (electrical signal interface) connecting them, but the little guy's side has two...

Besides Pang Guoxing's experimental aircraft, there was also an An-2 on the entire runway, which served as his wingman and provided observation and recording services.

In fact, at first, Jiang Xia wanted to test-fire the missile on the An-2, since the old man was so steady that it would be convenient to observe the missile's flight.

However, the old man was flying too slowly, and Jiang Xia was a little worried that the upgraded missile would not be able to find the heat source and would turn around to send itself into the air before it was time to finish.

Xiong Da also borrowed a high-altitude weather balloon from a nearby unit.

It was called a balloon, but it was a bit too big. Jiang Xia had also attached a pod to the bottom, which contained several white phosphorus bombs salvaged from the northern battlefield.

An altimeter was connected to the triggering device of a white phosphorus bomb to simulate the thermal indicators of an enemy aircraft engine.

Everything is ready!

"Tower, call number one!"

"Speaking!"

"Pole One, ready to takeoff!"

"Understood, takeoff is permitted, runway tunnel two!"

"Tower, pole number two is calling!"

"Staff Two, ready for takeoff! Runway Tunnel One!"

Upon hearing the takeoff command, Pang Guoxing pulled the throttle, and the J-6's tail nozzle spewed out a stream of orange-red flames. After gliding for a while, it immediately took off.

The An-2, an old man, was quick on its feet, managing a couple of quick movements before taking off in a short distance. While the J-6 was still pulling its nose up, the An-2 was already looking down at its younger counterpart from the air.

Well, five meters above the ground is considered airborne, right? After all, in later generations, even working two meters off the ground requires a safety officer.

But~~

The old man is being too kind. The J-6 fighter jet has already started climbing, so why is he still struggling in the same spot?

"Control tower, control tower. The airflow is complicated, uh, the relative speed between the fuselage and the ground is zero... but it's okay, we'll follow up immediately!"

The tower commander, watching Mr. An's amazing skill, gave the bearded man a slightly embarrassed smirk.

The bearded man waved his hand dismissively: "We're just conducting an experiment, not rushing to a battlefield. Take your time!"

As he spoke, he turned to the side and asked a man wearing a military officer's overcoat, "By the way, how do you plan to implement the suggestions Xiao Jiang gave you? I didn't know that our current operating procedures are still so irregular!"

"Comrade Xiao Jiang makes a lot of sense. Our newly recruited pilots have been learning a bit too roughly from their seniors. Based on the operating manual, we've also created a 'finger-and-verbal' guide. We'll give it to Comrade Xiao Jiang for a look later." A certain comrade had just returned from the Alliance when he encountered this air-to-air missile test firing.

I decided to postpone my trip and take one last look before returning to Beijing.

"By the way, boss, where's Comrade Jiang? I haven't properly thanked him yet! He gave us a lot of good suggestions for our alliance trip!"

"Huh? Isn't it right here?"

After looking around, where is that familiar ahoge (cowlick)?

"Hey, where is everyone?"

Old Wang, still holding the leather hat that Big Beard had given to Jiang Xia, grinned widely upon hearing this: "He's probably nervous. He said he needed to go to the toilet earlier, and he's already gone two or three times!"

"Oh~~"

"This kid is still too young. Back in my day, when I was wielding a kitchen knife..." The bearded man listened to the little guy's embarrassing stories, pulled up a stool in the control tower, sat down, and began to reminisce about the past.

Everyone's attention then shifted to the An-2, which had finally started moving.

The old man finally broke free from the entanglement of the complex weather, and slowly began to climb while making a gurgling sound.

"Tower, tower! Signal number one calls, you have reached the designated airspace!"

"Tower, understood. Circle a few more times. An-2 is still there... uh, still on its way!" The commander looked at the An-2 that had just disappeared from sight, somewhat helplessly.

I don't know why that silly little brat insisted on choosing this slow old machine. Is there some reason I don't know about?

"Old Wang, why hasn't the little brat come back yet? Go check if he's frozen in the toilet!"

"Yes!"

Old Wang ran out quickly.

Before long, he ran back with a nervous expression.

"The person isn't in the toilet!"

"What! Hurry up and go find it!" The bearded man stood up abruptly, his previous leisurely demeanor vanishing.

Old Wang looked at him strangely.

"I probably, maybe, possibly know where he is?"

?

"In the morning, he said he wanted to observe the missile launch up close... He's very likely on that An-2."

What the hell!