A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Ignoring the cut on his forehead from hitting the stairs, Lao Wang turned and ran towards the annex of the steel mill's office building.

"Red Army, you will temporarily take over my duties and be in charge of on-site command..."

"Yes!"

Liu Hongjun stood up, clenched his teeth, and mimicked blowing up a balloon. Don't think he was joking; this was a unique skill taught to him by his old company commander, used to relieve tinnitus and dizziness—it was incredibly practical.

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. (I was terrified! My post got stuck until now; I thought I'd been reported again. Whoever reported me will have some high-ranking officials come to talk to you tonight. You still have time to offer incense to your elders… an eight-foot-long ghost-headed sword, and you'll have to run three meters ahead of them.)

Old Wang ran faster with his head down, and when he reached the annex building, he saw the badged warriors beside the two old men already protecting the three of them as they hurriedly ran down the stairs.

"What's going on?" the elderly man with round-framed glasses asked calmly.

"Report! Suspected attack, high-yield TNT detonated. The specific cause is still under investigation!" Old Wang, barely managing to stay calm, answered the old man's question before taking a few deep breaths.

"Hmph! You mere rat! Listen to my command, now..."

"What are you doing! Don't make things worse, let's go first, leave the scene to the comrades!" With that, the old man who loved playing with air fryers pushed him into the small jeep driven by the badge warrior.

"You little brat, follow us!"

Old Wang shoved Jiang Xia into their modified Jeep, jumped into the driver's seat, and quickly followed the two old men's convoy away.

"Did you bring your blueprints?" Old Wang asked with a serious expression the whole way, only letting out a slight sigh of relief when he saw the Liberation Cards that had appeared on both sides of the road.

"Tsk, it's not just the blueprints, they even dismantled the dedicated phone line. That was incredibly fast."

"Hey, Lao Wang, what's going on? This commotion is huge!"

As Lao Wang followed the convoy, he recounted his actions to Jiang Xia.

Well, that's their unspoken agreement. Back at Factory 112, didn't they agree not to hide anything from each other? As for leaking information...

Tsk, even the little tuft of hair knows about the young lady's progress, so what else is there to hide?

Listening to Lao Wang's description, Jiang Xia was very worried about his coworkers' situation.

Upon learning that only two charred torches remained at the scene, and everything else was unharmed, and knowing exactly who it was, Little Ahoge patted his chest: "Then everything's alright..."

However, the explosion described by Lao Wang doesn't seem to be from TNT. It's more like a dust explosion.

"Dust explosion?"

"No, little idiot, have you gone crazy from drawing pictures? Flour can explode?" Old Wang looked on incredulously.

Yeah, don't blame him.

After all, the Chinese people only gradually became aware of dust explosions after the major accident in the 1980s.

Jiang Xia remembers clearly that this major accident was repeatedly mentioned at every safety meeting.

In an accident at a flax factory in Northeast China, 58 people died and 177 were injured. The whole country was shocked!

This prompted China to begin systematically studying the mechanisms and protective measures of dust explosions, and to carry out a great deal of scientific research in the field of dust explosions.

In particular, the "Dust Explosion Prevention Standardization Technical Committee" was established at the same time. For a period of time, this association was like a "Sword of Damocles" hanging over all factories. If any related data was not up to standard, you could expect to be punished!

"Hmm, this is something we should educate the bigwigs in each department about..."

"But before we get to the science... dust explosions and stuff seem kind of fun, don't they?"

Jiang Xia's eyes lit up again: Hey! How could I forget about this killer weapon? A thermobaric bomb! This fuel-air explosive is just too awesome. Didn't someone in later generations say that this thing is the most terrifying weapon after "Young Miss"?

The structure of this thing is simple; it just uses a two-explosion mechanism, right?

The first explosion ejected liquid fuel into the air, forming a large-scale fuel cloud. The second explosion ignited the fuel cloud, generating a high-temperature, high-pressure shock wave.

As for what liquid fuel is? Isn't that the propellant of the Dongfeng missile, something called ethylene oxide?

Not long ago, Teacher Qian was complaining that this kind of fuel was difficult to preserve; it was almost expired and he hadn't used much yet! (Actually, Teacher Qian was complaining that he hadn't fired enough and the data wasn't sufficient. But at that time, where would he find so much money to fire off firecrackers for fun? There wasn't even enough to buy food. But you see, the difference is clear. If it were a foreign country, they wouldn't care about the lives of their people; they would still bomb as they pleased. Unlike our motherland, who, just so her children could have enough to eat, was willing to continue to grovel on the ground and endure humiliation.)

Since it's hard to preserve, why not use it to make these bouncy toys? Once you launch it, it'll either blow you up or suffocate you!

Especially the armored assault vehicles that the Russians love. If you hit one with a large-caliber weapon in front of you, not only will you be unable to move your vehicle, but you won't even be able to start it!

Ah, just thinking about it is wonderful!

Feel the suffocating feeling brought by technology! Thinking of this, the little guy's face turned ferocious.

Oh right, there was also an improved version, I think. In later generations, the Russians liked to use something like a rocket to bombard buildings, what was it called again? I can't remember right now...

So, where should we begin to achieve this goal?

Well, first, we need two fuses. Since it's a cloud explosion, we also need to put a deceleration chute inside, and a chute opening mechanism is also necessary. To form a homogeneous gel-like powder, a propellant cartridge is also essential.

Hey, I think there was a program about weapons that covered this in detail, and there was one key point... Oh well, I'll think about it slowly. This kind of thing was only used by the Bald Eagles in the 1970s on the "monkey battlefield," there's still time!

Seeing Jiang Xia start drawing again, Old Wang turned on the flashlight fixed to the side of the windshield: "Your eyes, do you even want your eyes anymore...?"

"Time waits for no one. If inspiration strikes, I'll work on it. If I get too busy and forget, it'll be a huge loss..."

"What is this thing that's so powerful!"

"Below the young lady, there is something that can devour everything!"

Upon hearing this, Old Wang's hands trembled, and even the little jeep started drawing dragons...

After catching his breath, Old Wang, his voice hoarse, finally managed to speak: "What were you thinking...?"

"Hey, why don't you just say I'm bragging? You trust me that much?" Jiang Xia raised her head, her eyes sparkling.

"Tsk, who told you to keep making those boasts? Have you actually come true?"

"I'll take this as a compliment. Drive carefully. I need to figure out how to address the issue of this sensor's excessive size... Also, this was inspired by the explosion earlier..."

"Let's open it up," Old Wang suddenly spoke up again.

"Those two people provided you with inspiration, so wouldn't you say they did a good job?"

"Uh, why not paint them on the missile bodies as a memento? It's such a great honor..."

The little jeep quieted down.

"Hey Hey……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Loud laughter came from the two people inside the carriage.

The two big shots in the car in front heard the laughter: "Hey, this kid has a good attitude! Composed!"

"Yeah, that's right. How could I have misjudged the person I picked? Let's go to my place. I only heard half of that cat-themed all-terrain platform, and I'm really itching to try it..."

"Good! A late-night conversation by candlelight is indeed a pleasant story! However, you stubborn old man, if you throw a mouse into a pot to fry again and try to fool me into thinking it's a pigeon, I'll turn on you..."