A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Uh, this five kilometers was measured at night, by shooting at a stationary target. During the day, the furthest we could go was only three kilometers." A pale-faced comrade who was suffering from airsickness walked in, and the big guy Hong chuckled as he handed him a glass of water: "What's wrong, airsick again?"

"What do you mean 'again'? You mean you're constantly dizzy!" Then, she looked at Zhao Bin.

"This isn't just to appease Old Zhao, otherwise I would have accompanied the little brat back by train..."

As he drank the hot water, Comrade Kong Jun's unpleasant expression suddenly improved a bit. After thinking for a moment, he laughed again: "Just as I entered the gate, I ran into someone who was throwing up even worse than me, and he was walking like a drunkard..."

"Hahahaha~~" Zhao Bin suddenly burst into laughter, "No grievance, no complaint! With these parameters, let alone 3 kilometers, even 2 kilometers is better than ours!"

"There are always people more capable than you! I, Old Zhao, am convinced!"

I was laughing, and then tears started to come out.

That's absolutely true. The K-5 is guided by radar waves, but the range at which it can launch missiles is 2.5 kilometers. The missile's range is limited to no more than 4.5 kilometers by engine thrust. The missile's operational altitude is affected by ground clutter and is no less than 2000 meters. The carrier aircraft can only attack enemy bombers with poor maneuverability from behind.

Moreover, this is the original data. Although their copy has been improved and hasn't been tested in the air, it's easy to see that the data won't be much better.

Although the "Big Firecracker No. 1" was far superior to the K-5, it was ultimately developed by our own people and put into actual combat, achieving results in the battle!

Zhao Bin was both happy and sad at this moment. This mixed feeling was just like a male Pallas's rabbit finally meeting its dream Pallas's rabbit.

but.

Three seconds later, it felt like all the world had vanished.

As he spoke, Zhao Bin handed the specific parameters to the core members behind him, saying, "Take a look too. If you fall behind even one step, you'll fall behind every step of the way."

"Look at the imitations others have made; their performance is far superior to the originals..."

Leaving aside the astonished looks of the core members behind them, Minister Huang summoned the group into a small office inside.

"Old Zhao, calm down first. We'll talk about the K-5 reverse engineering results later. Now, there's a very serious question, please answer truthfully!" Minister Huang sat at the head of the table, opened his notebook, and solemnly asked Zhao Bin.

"During the process of replicating the K-5, did you find any unreasonable or even scientifically flawed aspects in the original blueprints?"

"What, are you starting to hold people accountable? I'll take the blame! It's all my fault! I've wasted the country's expectations and the people's trust. Don't blame our researchers, they really worked hard!" Zhao Bin said, gently patting the table.

Minister Huang shook his head, took out a stack of documents, but did not hand them all to Zhao Bin, only taking the top document, the general outline.

"Don't misunderstand. Take a look. This is a summary of the unreasonable parts in the MiG-19 manufacturing drawings compiled by Factory 112..."

"121 items? What's this?"

Zhao Bin looked up in surprise at the people present.

“Keep watching, and you’ll find out what we’re asking…” Hong Da Ge said calmly, making a downward gesture towards Zhao Bin.

After reviewing the report from Factory 112, Zhao Bin recalled the arduous process of replicating the K-5.

In particular, they spent a full six months resolving the problem of mutual interference between the vacuum tubes and the directional antenna on the K-5's onboard computing device.

Now that I think about it, wait a minute? Could it be that the original K-5 didn't solve this problem?

Are they bragging?

No wonder when I asked the alliance expert this question before, the expert always dodged the question, and when I pressed him further, he would say things like that the processing level was not up to standard.

Because of this statement, I even went to Shanghai and begged everyone to get a refrigeration system back to the factory, just to reach the "level" mentioned by that expert!

The more Zhao Bin thought about it, the angrier he became, and the crunching sound of chewing beans came from his mouth.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, did the organization give you guys soybeans to boost your brainpower? Share some, my stomach's been feeling really empty..."

Zhao Bin moved his mouth, spat, caught it with his hand, and held it up to show his leader.

This wasn't a soybean; it was clearly half a molar. Zhao Bin actually bit off half of it.

"I hate it!"

……

The Minister of the Second Ministry of Machine Building sat upright in front of the leaders of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

"That's right, Comrade Deng firmly believes that he did not make a mistake in his calculations, and that the parameter given by the alliance expert was incorrect!"

"They are now preparing to recalculate!"

The old man picked up a pair of black-rimmed glasses, put them on, and looked at the document in his hand: "Sir, I trust Comrade Deng! I spoke with him on the phone earlier, and after receiving the data from the research institute, he immediately said that they had made a mistake in their calculations."

"Oh? I heard from the report that this data involves tens of thousands of network points, and each network point requires solving five or six equations. Is he so sure?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Yes! He said he has a rough estimate, and if it exceeds that, it must be wrong!"

"The experimental team has already begun the first round of calculations!"

At this point, the old man recalled the room piled high with calculation papers and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's tough on the kids again."

Recalling the scene from his last inspection, where some people had to hold the paper to their noses to read the words, the old man opened his mouth:

"Big boss, may I be so bold as to make a request?"

"Say!"

"Could you give our comrades some soybeans and carrots? They're working so hard!"

The senior leader stood up and patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Add more! I'll definitely add more. Thanks to that little brat, I've been a bit more financially comfortable lately. But I thought you'd ask me for another treasure."

"what?"

"Haha, you just got back from the Northwest, you don't know, do you! You'll understand when you visit the Chinese Academy of Sciences sometime!"

"However, before you go, you should all take a look at the report on Factory 112!"

……

Late at night, in a quaint courtyard house.

A group of bigwigs were in one room, each holding a document and studying it carefully.

"It's been confirmed. So far, Big Brother's side has been relatively discreet, focusing mainly on industrial aid projects and advanced weaponry. The Lobster Army and the Bald Eagles have been more secretive, focusing primarily on cutting-edge technology..."

"Ha, the Bald Eagles have gone to great lengths to weave this vast web. In public libraries, they've used books with altered data."

"But in their university libraries, the data is completely different! Especially some papers, none of which are included!"

After the report, one of them looked up at the old man smoking in the middle.

"hateful!"

"I told you imperialism is a hungry wolf! Comrades, we must remain vigilant!" The old man at the head of the group, with a cigarette between his fingers, drew a circle in the air.

"We are undertaking an extremely glorious and great cause that our predecessors have never done before. We must achieve our goal! We will definitely achieve our goal!"

"Then let's eat the sugar coating off these 'sugar-coated bullets'! And then fire the bullets back!"