A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Alright! I'll have someone send over the specific information right now! You need to pass it down as quickly as possible!"

"As decided by the Ministry of Defense, this operation will be placed under the full command of your department!"

"I only care about the result! I don't care about the process! Understand?"

"Yes!"

An Air Force comrade who gets airsick looked at the urgent document delivered by his confidential secretary and a smile appeared on his face.

"Boss, I have the specific intelligence, and the planned combat orders have been issued! We estimate that he will pass over Guangzhou, and our 'Air Tiger' is right there..."

"Hmm! Good!" The bearded man nodded in satisfaction. The Tiger in the Sky, with him around, would surely make the invaders pay with their heads!

Wait a minute, my communications officer hasn't even been dispatched yet, and your air command headquarters has already received the message? Who are you trying to fool, you son of a bitch!

The bearded man was about to start ranting when, thankfully, the voice of an Air Force comrade came through the microphone.

"Boss, I've connected with the front lines. 'Tiger' is online. Shall we set up a conference call so you can personally encourage the comrades at the front?"

What is this? What online or teleconference is this again?

I went downstairs to inspect the production, and when I came back, I couldn't understand the words these people were using.

The bearded man looked somewhat bewildered.

Just like the cattle and horses of later generations, who were misled by new terms such as "empowerment," "leverage," and "pain point" without truly understanding them.

What the hell is this?

However, how could a boss possibly show weakness?

"Yes! Agreed!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a voice came through the microphone: "Gensheng, 1st Fighter Division of the Air Force, reporting to you! Requesting instructions!"

The bearded man looked at the microphone in his hand and thought, "Hey, interesting. I haven't even hung up the phone yet and a new line has already come in?"

interesting!

What's even more interesting is yet to come. After a brief exchange, the voice of the Air Force comrade also came through the microphone.

At this moment, the three people, separated by thousands of miles, seemed to be sitting together and communicating. Information that usually required multiple relays was exchanged in just five minutes.

Don't be surprised that deploying a missile battalion would involve an Air Force leader in command.

Because the current missile battalions, namely Unit 543 and its subsequent surface-to-air missile battalions, are all under the Air Force and are directly led and managed by the Air Force Command.

"So this is a teleconference? It works surprisingly well! And the intelligence transmission is this fast? It's from thousands of miles away!" The bearded man suppressed his excitement and, after hearing Comrade Gensheng say, "Complete the mission resolutely," he wanted to hang up the phone to find out the specifics.

"Boss, the frontline combat orders have been issued, but I still feel it's not safe enough. Should we use my trump card?"

Wait, didn't I already hear the dial tone after the call ended? How come the Air Force officer can still talk?

The bearded man remained calm and collected: "Since it's your trump card, don't reveal it lightly! I'm coming right now!"

"Yes!"

The call was finally disconnected.

The Air Force leader stretched, squinted slightly, leaned back lazily in his chair, and looked at the confidential secretaries and staff officers in front of him, saying:

"The convenience of communication is no less important than our 'firecrackers'! If it were before, my office would probably already be full of telephones..."

The confidential secretary smiled knowingly at her boss's lazy demeanor: "Yes, just turning the phone handle must have made my hand sore by now!"

"Hahaha, not only, not only, just telephones aren't enough. For this level of command, you need several radios!" Another staff officer recalled the glorious past with a somewhat wistful expression.

"There are just too few big yellow dogs. If we had more, we wouldn't even need to get a phone..."

"By the way, has the reliability of this intelligence been verified?" The Air Force leader interrupted their discussion.

"Hey! Intelligence is a tricky thing. This intelligence was urgently transmitted by the 701 Bureau, which has done a remarkable job. They've figured out a new decryption method. You might not know the specific person in charge, but you're very familiar with the person who guided this decryption method..."

As he spoke, the confidential secretary spread out his hands and waved them a few times on his head.

"This kid is definitely the best!"

"Hmm! With his achievements, it's not a big deal if he makes a mistake. Even if someone complains to the older generation, he'll probably just say: 'Young people are allowed to make mistakes!'"

A burst of cheerful laughter immediately filled the office.

The confidential secretary tidied up the documents on the table and then said, "Boss, the CEO is coming soon. Should we make some preparations?"

"Hey, a mere flying rat like Ququ isn't worth him making a special trip. He was probably lured here by my words about 'online' and 'conference call.' His real intentions weren't what they seemed... But it's good that he came; let the boss see our Air Force's progress!"

"Weren't you complaining about the lack of equipment? You should take this opportunity to report it to your superiors!"

"Brilliant... Absolutely brilliant!"

The confidential secretary shamelessly started flattering him.

The staff officer looked at the coordinates on the intelligence report, but his expression turned serious.

"Boss, there's another coordinate, it seems to be over in the Tianshan Mountains! That place is absolutely crucial!"

The air force leader nodded and suddenly stood up.

"That's why I said we need to prepare our trump card! To make sure that rat can't get away!"

The orders are as follows!

"Order! Two newly modified aircraft from the Air Tigers unit, carrying ample ammunition, will deploy in formation in the designated airspace to establish a second line of defense. If the missile misses... tell them to prepare for a bloody battle this time!"

"Order a certain air squadron to immediately relocate. I remember Wang Huzi from the Tianshan Mountains helped us build a combat airfield, right? Send them all there to form the third defensive line. Oh, and remind them to bring enough firecrackers!"

"Yes!"

……

At the same time, a missile battalion that received orders from its superiors also quickly began preparations.

Some soldiers put on heavy gas masks and dragged the missile body to a warehouse.

Specially designed hoses connect to the fuel filling port on the missile body.

"Report! Fuel filler port connected, connection normal, seal passed test! Request to continue operation!"

"Agreed! Monitor all indicators closely!"

"Yes!"

Hey, now that you've read this far, you clever readers should understand why some leaders in the Ministry of Defense wanted to confirm the accuracy of the intelligence before they were willing to send out a missile battalion.

The main issue is the current S-75 SAM missile system, which is essentially a surface-to-air missile defense system. Besides the missile launchers, it also includes various radar vehicles and logistics vehicles. Every deployment burns through budget!

Moreover, the missiles now use liquid fuel, which is a mixture of fuming nitric acid and kerosene. This fuel has high energy density, but it is also highly toxic and corrosive.

Yes, corrosive.

China isn't as wealthy as Russia. The few missiles they have are incredibly precious. During training, they're usually just empty shells; fuel is only added when there's a combat order.

Oh, and on another note, after fueling, if it's not launched, the poor Chinese aircraft will release the fuel again—that's a technical skill! And it's not unheard of for the missile to suddenly deflate due to atmospheric pressure after being released for a while…

So poor!

But no matter how poor they were, it could not deter the soldiers from their determination to defend their homeland!

"Report! All pre-battle preparations are complete! We hereby request formal mobilization!"

The battalion commander glanced at his watch: "Not bad! One hour and twenty minutes, another improvement! Clearance to maneuver. Move to your designated battle station as instructed by superiors and deploy immediately!"

"Yes!"

The tan convoy set off immediately, while the battalion commander waited on the sidelines as the communications officer talked for a long time into the scratched radio before starting the jeep and chasing after them.

"Hey, this lousy radio, the signal gets bad when it's moving around. Battalion Commander, when will Big Yellow be issued to our battalion? Its message transmission speed is faster than our missiles..."

After carefully bending the radio's power cord and tidying up the microphone, the communications officer couldn't help but grumble a couple of times.

The battalion commander glanced at his communications officer: I fucking want to know when we'll be issued too! I've even thought about how to put Big Yellow's clones away.

Tsk, thinking back to the military region command office I visited just a while ago.

The location was still that old, dilapidated house, but in the very center of the house was a "big yellow clone" along with matching printers and other equipment, giving it an inexplicably high-end feel.

Especially the speed of message transmission; in a flash, the latest document was sent from Beijing to the site, and then the printer went "squeak, squeak, squeak..."

The relevant personnel stamped the document with their seals, and the latest instructions, still steaming hot, appeared in the hands of the commanders and soldiers.

Really fragrant!

However, the battalion commander also knew that units of the caliber of Big Yellow would not be issued to battalion-level units. It wasn't that the higher-ups didn't want to, but rather that they simply couldn't afford to use them.

……

The battalion commander was right in everything he thought, except for one thing.

Thanks to the efforts of the elite team at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the production cost of rhubarb has been significantly reduced through process optimization. If the logistics department needs it, procuring a hundred or so sets shouldn't be a problem.

But you can't help it if there's a foreign trade department that's obsessed with selling things.

"One large truck can be exchanged for more than ten tons of grain! It's just that the news spread a little faster. Let's hold on a little longer and get through this period, okay?"

"Hey, call me if you need anything! Hang in there! There are hardly any people fleeing famine lately. Can you really bear to watch your fellow villagers go hungry?"

"What? You're saying it's hindering your modernization process? Brother! It's only been a short time, and you're already inseparable from Dahuang? Frugal and simple! Frugal and simple!"

In this way, the Ministry of Foreign Trade made a big fuss about the production of the "Big Yellow" trucks, and while urging relevant units to produce "Big Yellow clones" as soon as possible, it also set its sights on the military region's few "Big Yellow" trucks.

"The people's ranks love the people, why don't you show some goodwill? When God gets better, I'll make it up to you!"

Promote what a load of crap! Make up what a load of crap!

A businessman's words are less reliable than anything else!

The military leaders, who had finally gained access to the world's most advanced communication methods, were certainly not going to give them up.

However, the Ministry of Foreign Trade clearly had the moral high ground. So much so that recently, high-ranking military officials have been avoiding the staff at the Ministry of Foreign Trade.

Foreign Trade Department staff member – the title of "Devil's Bane" has been achieved!