A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Xia lay in his hospital bed, looking at a special edition of a certain newspaper.

The style of the central bank was already beginning to emerge at this time, with the article focusing on the hardships of missile development and the dangers of launch.

Finally, a photo of the An-2's riddled-hole body was included to demonstrate how difficult it was to shoot down the RF-101.

However, the article glosses over the relevant combat personnel and the battle process with a very brief and indirect approach.

However, the two prominent "domestic" elements in the article's title still stirred the emotions of the public. Sure enough, a convoy carrying plane wreckage was circling the city of Fengtian, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums.

The model of the air-to-air missile was also made larger and wrapped with red flowers, and was displayed to the public.

Tomorrow, the convoy will head to Beijing, saying it's to bring joy to the city, especially to the elderly.

"Wow, this is really well written. It's a shame you're not a novelist!"

"Such a scholar's words!"

Jiang Xia tossed aside the newspaper he hadn't finished reading and started scribbling in his notebook again.

He had the internal components of the upgraded missile, especially the arrangement of the linkages and warhead, all in his mind. The Sidewinder missile he initially imitated didn't have these things.

After all, nitrogen-cooled guidance heads only appeared on the original L model, and the connecting rod warhead was only equipped on later models.

Furthermore, some data scanned yesterday has given Jiangxia a somewhat vague direction for further upgrades to the upgraded version.

Could the nitrogen cooling system be installed directly on the launch pad? Would the space and weight saved allow for an even greater range for the missile?

"What, I think it's written quite well?"

"Look at this: 'Especially the project's chief engineer, disregarding his own safety, personally went to the front line?' You, aren't you doing just that?"

Wang Kui looked at the little brat with amusement on his face.

"Pshaw, when did he become the chief engineer? I had no idea!"

Jiang Xia twisted his neck and slammed the pen heavily onto the notebook.

"Besides, that whole thing was just a coincidence. If I had really known there was that plane, I definitely wouldn't have dared to get on!"

The main problem is the use of words like "personally present," which sounds awkward. Weren't Uncle Xia and his men personally present on the battlefield? Didn't Pang Guoxing risk his life to fight them?

"Look what the newspaper is saying! They don't praise those who deserve it! They just write a bunch of random things!"

Wang Kui opened his mouth, but didn't say much. He picked up a glass of water and handed it over with a smile: So that's why the little brat is angry!

"What, you think others won't get awards and commendations? You think our Air Force would keep those medals to themselves!" The Air Force comrade was already at the ward door. Seeing Jiang Xia throwing a tantrum, he didn't come in. After listening for a while, he understood what the little brat meant and was both amused and exasperated.

But a warmth touched my heart: no wonder everyone likes him so much; it's hard to harbor ill will towards someone like that.

Hmph, those ignorant fools should be swept into the trash heap!

Comrade Yalou steadied himself, went into the ward, and placed a hat properly on Jiang Xia's head.

"Commander? Didn't you go to report?"

Comrade Kong Jun patted his head: "It's not far, a word and he'll be back. The other big shot, though, is getting old and stays in Beijing. He asked me to bring this!"

He stopped the little brat from taking off his hat and continued, "Don't worry, three first-class merits. The Xia brothers were credited for luring the enemy, and Pang Guoxing was credited for annihilating the enemy. Neither of them will be overlooked!"

"Their deeds will also be reported within the team!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xia finally smiled again.

"Where are you? What do you want?"

"Tsk, can we even choose this reward?"

"I can't choose! Besides the medal and 30 yuan, this hat is all I have!"

After saying that, Comrade Kong Jun looked at Jiang Xia with a hint of amusement: "Are you feeling a little disappointed? You know, I approved a pretty big budget for that PL-1 thing back then!"

PL-1?

Jiang Xia thought for a moment, then realized, "Oh, it's that missile that was copied from the Russian K-5 and guided by radar waves, isn't it?"

This missile was probably the first generation of air-to-air missiles developed by the Russians. However, since even the Russians themselves didn't think it was very good, they simply sent the blueprints over under the guise of providing support. We tried to copy it, and the result was, well, predictable.

You should know that the current air force only has the MiG-17 with a usable radar, because it is equipped with the PB-5 radar.

This radar has a maximum detection range of only 10 kilometers and a rangefinding radar has an interception range of only 4 kilometers, but it is still much better than the MiG-19's pitiful 2-kilometer interception range.

A radar-guided missile, as the name suggests, requires continuous radar illumination and guidance after launch. Therefore, this large missile is only useful for bullying slow-flying bombers.

Hey, why beat around the bush? If you want structural drawings and suggestions for improvement, just say so. It's not like I'm not going to give them to you.

The little brat didn't continue the conversation; instead, he shoved the drawing he had just finished at him.

"Just tell me the blueprints and manufacturing requirements for the improved infrared missile, why beat around the bush! Steel mills can't produce these things..."

This brat, how come he's so likable?

Comrade Kong Jun did not take the blueprints Jiang Xia handed him, but simply moved aside.

The man in military uniform who had been standing behind him took a step forward, opened the leather suitcase in his hand, and gestured for Jiang Xia to put it inside.

Then, out of nowhere, a large seal appeared. After confirming with Jiang Xia that nothing was missing, it was stamped all the way through using a seal that overlapped the seams.

Then the small suitcase was resealed, and a chain was used to bind the suitcase to the man's arm.

After finishing everything, the man visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He gave Wang Kui a wink, then looked at Jiang Xia.

"I'm sorry, the blueprints are classified as top secret. You will remain unknown in this project..."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Xia's reaction, he gave a military salute, then turned around and hurriedly walked out.

Following the man's gesture, Wang Kui slid to the door without revealing his expression and took a small metal rod from the man's hand.

After the man left, the leader clapped his hands: "Are you feeling a little disappointed?"

Jiang Xia remained silent, picked up his satchel hanging by the bed, rummaged through it, and finally pulled out the silver bullet he had obtained from "Gua Dongfeng".

She grabbed the hanging rope and shook it at him.

"You mean that!"

The leader clapped his hands and laughed, "Alright, I should go now. You continue to recuperate, and have a few more days of fun before going back."

"Oh, right, and this too. I'll give it to you in advance!"

As he spoke, he tossed a small badge over.

Jiang Xia picked it up and looked at it. Huh?

This thing looks a bit like the one the railway company gave us.

"Does this mean I can fly for free?" Jiang Xia took out the badge that the railway boss had given him and compared it.

Tsk, apart from the different markings inside, they seem almost identical. The designer of this badge really knew how to cut corners!

"Hey!" The leader chuckled, looking at the other badge in the kid's hand. "You're something else, kid. You've got the land and air badges, all you're missing is the sea one~~"

"Go for it! I'm not the only one who thinks you'll succeed!"