A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The MiG-19 arrived very quickly.

Driven by Pang Guoxing, they arrived at the 112 Factory's private airport in the afternoon.

Before Jiang Xia could even pick up the screwdriver, the technicians from Factory 112 swarmed in, and before the engine had even cooled down completely, the original MiG-19 was reduced to a pile of parts.

The experimental aircraft that had already been painted with stars was also dragged out. Looking at the J-6 fighter jet, which was in the shape of parts, Pang Guoxing couldn't help but grimace with heartache.

Two planes stood on either side of each other, with technicians lined up on either side. A long row of tables was placed between the two planes.

It serves as both a fence and an inspection platform.

The experienced craftsmen divided into two groups: one for the original parts and the other for the experimental parts. They began inspecting the identical parts.

This is also a characteristic of our country: concentrating resources to accomplish great things! It's also fortunate that 112 is a large factory, which is why we have so many experienced master craftsmen.

If it were someone from another place, well, they might have been struggling with just one landing gear for a year.

Upon comparison, the problem immediately becomes apparent:

"The stainless steel connecting pipe definitely has a problem! Look, this flared end is so round, it could never have been 'cut' off!"

"My landing gear is different too! Look, this part has reinforcing ribs, but this process wasn't on our blueprints!"

"Here! The engine, the engine's drive shaft has also changed!" The comrades who rushed from the Liming Factory to provide support also raised their hands and shouted.

……

No better than not knowing, one is scared.

The experienced craftsmen aren't just spouting nonsense; with so much work experience, they can easily distinguish processing methods.

All of these were photographed and documented, leaving no doubt that no one could find fault with them.

Although these are all minor flaws that seem harmless, if there are too many minor flaws, the chances of problems with the finished product will increase exponentially.

Report it!

After we report it, we'll revise it ourselves!

Despite the relatively simple craftsmanship, the young man still possessed a certain confidence. Moreover, with so many master craftsmen around, even if they couldn't upgrade the aircraft, patching things up was certainly no problem.

Jiang Xia stood on the table in front of everyone, showing no stage fright whatsoever.

Holding a tin megaphone, he shouted:

"Comrades! It's time for a general meeting! To summarize, improve, and further develop—we, the working class, have nothing to fear!"

"it is good!"

"Let's sing a song to cheer ourselves up! Let's not forget the spirit we had back then!"

With heads held high and chests puffed out, we strode across…

The atmosphere instantly became lively, with everyone gripping their tools tightly in their hands.

Some carried screwdrivers, some hammers, and many more pencils and compasses that could be used as spears.

Amidst the resounding singing, an invisible force seemed to rise up, an force like flames, completely surrounding the test J-6 fighter jet.

Rebirth from the ashes?

Awaiting the phoenix's rebirth!

……

Meanwhile, Vladivostok, this fertile land, was once one of the most important cities inhabited by Chinese people.

A famous revolutionary visited this place many times and established a base here.

Unfortunately, starting this year, the alliance began to implement anti-foreign nationalism policies, stipulating that those residing here must be members of the alliance.

Two men in yellow military uniforms wearing small notebooks were swaying slowly down the street.

It was so cold that their faces were completely covered by tattered strips of cloth used to block the wind, and they smelled strongly of fish.

Some blond-haired, blue-eyed people passing by glared at them, and some even yelled at them:

"You idiots, this is not the place for you! Go hide in the gutter!"

The two men, hearing the shouts and curses of the crowd, dared not refute them. They followed a small path and turned into the shadows of a tall building.

"Rats from island nations should stay in the gutter!"

One of the men was shouting loudly, and the two men's filthy behavior caused some onlookers to burst into laughter.

After a while, the people around lost interest and walked away in twos and threes.

Many of them went into the building.

"That's it? That 'consulate' thing?"

"Yes! It was built by Tsarist Russia back then, but now people call it the 'City Government'!"

"Damn, it makes me so angry. It's all those long-braided men's fault. Such a great port, what a waste."

The taller man looked around and, seeing that no one was around, plopped down on the floor, took out the backpack he was clutching tightly to his chest, and began to pack it.

The thinner one stared at the half-open window of the tall building, listening absentmindedly to the music coming from it: "Yes, using land to appease Russia is like carrying firewood to put out a fire; the firewood will not be exhausted, and the fire will not be extinguished."

"Hey big guy, do you know what 'Vladivostok' means in Slavic languages?"

The big guy's hands kept moving as he quickly assembled something: "What do you mean? Hey, I've noticed you're getting more and more educated following this little brat!"

"Control the East!"

"what?"

"'Vladivostok' means 'control of the East'!"

The big man's hand paused for a moment.

"groove!"

"Let's not worry about our ancestors for now. Considering our relationship, maybe we can do it again... Hey, it's not like there aren't any Chinese people here, why did you bring two sets of clothes with notebooks?"

The big guy looked at the "cake" he had made, smiled with satisfaction, casually put it aside, and then took out some dark-colored things from his bag and got busy.

"Big guy, use your brain when you do things. You know, there used to be hundreds of thousands of Chinese people here, but now? There are probably less than ten thousand left!"

"We're here to do business, we can't cause trouble for our own family members, life is already hard enough."

The big guy paused again: Tsk~~

"Hey, by the way, why are there so many notebooks here? Are they from prisoners they captured before?"

"Yes! Quite a lot, so I don't feel guilty at all using this identity!"

Old Wang finished his sigh, and a hint of crimson appeared in his eyes again.

"Big guy, after we finish this, we'll see how things go. If we can't leave, how about we shout 'Great Japan Banzai' and charge into the crowd?"

The big guy raised his head, revealing a set of white teeth in the darkness: "Hehe, I like it!"

"They're having a party, and I saw a lot of people in navy uniforms there. If we make a scene, do you think those Russians will kill all those prisoners of war?"

"Who cares! I'm going for it!"

Old Wang took the thing that Big Guy handed him and carried it on his back.

Then the two men picked up a log that hadn't been sawed off yet from the pile of firewood behind the building.

With a nod from Lao Wang, the two of them simultaneously kicked off with their hind legs and shot off at the same time.

With that momentum, Old Wang lifted his legs and stood straight on the wall. At that moment, Big Guy hugged the log tightly, gritted his teeth, and charged forward. Old Wang, who was already standing parallel to the wall, used the momentum to run along the wall.

Appeared!

The strongest infantry on Earth, climbing walls with logs!

Reaching the window, Old Wang stretched out his arm, deftly grabbed the windowsill, and like a raccoon, slid in through the half-open window.

After standing still, Lao Wang held his gun in both hands, quickly looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was a toilet, just as the intelligence described.

Hmm, that Ah Zu should be to the left of the bathroom. Even if he's not there, destroying the documents would be a good idea.

After gesturing to the window and showing it to the big guy, Old Wang prepared to sneak out quietly.

The moment my hand touched the door lock, a sharp whistle rang out.

Then came a cacophony of footsteps, and the Russian's booming voice rang out:

“ectь y6nnцa.”

"cyka 6лrдь. 6лoknpoвatь 3дahne."

Just as Lao Wang hesitated, the door was suddenly kicked open, and Lao Wang, unable to dodge in time, was hit hard on the nose by the door.

"Gan!"

Ignoring his own physical reactions, Lao Wang picked up the PPSh and wanted to give it a good whack.

Unexpectedly, the other side reacted quickly as well. Old Wang's gun was pushed aside by a hand, and at the same time, a dagger emitting a cold aura was plunged into his neck.

Gunshot!