A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Hey, Director Yang, we can only leave this to you. Please be sure to stay safe!"

"Yes! Don't worry!"

Yang Youning pushed Liu Hongjun toward the gyroplane that had climbed off Optimus Prime.

“Wait, Director Yang, it is dangerous after all, Comrade Jiang Xia… Of course, I am also worried about your safety, but…” General Bu Yi seemed to stammer a bit at this moment.

Yang Youning smiled, revealing eight teeth, which seemed to make a "ding" sound under the sunlight.

"Hey, Minister Fu, I understand. Look, that kid seems to have found something interesting, we don't need to worry about him..."

Yes, the little guy is indeed circling around the 130mm rocket launcher.

Having never had the chance to play with big explosions, he was much more interested in the rumbling sound than flying in the sky.

The general in plain clothes gave his confidential secretary a wink, and the secretary understood, "Minister, you'll see, I'll hang it on Xiao Jiang's belt today!"

After saying that, he picked up a water bottle and ran to stand next to the Liberation Card.

"Hey, it's notoriously slippery, you have to be careful..."

Yang Youning and Liu Hongjun nodded in agreement.

The general in plain clothes gave an awkward smile, then cleared his throat and picked up the radio: "Dongguai, Dongguai, please respond if you receive this..."

"Received! Please speak!"

"Plan One has failed; Plan Two is now activated. Please provide flight parameters!"

"Understood. Cave Demon, please wait for the relevant parameters..."

As they were speaking, the rumbling sound of a generator starting up could be heard from the microphone...

"Hehe, wait a moment, the comrade on the other side needs some time."

Liu Hongjun scratched his head: "Factory director, is it necessary? Even if we explained it, we wouldn't understand. Anyway, once the runway is ready, we'll just take off..."

"Shut up. Keep an eye on the back seat when you get on. If that idiot suddenly pops up, we're in trouble!"

"Shall we go and get ready first? The gyroplane now has a wooden hatch installed, let's go up and lock it first! That way, Xiao Jiang can't climb up, right?"

"good idea!"

After another round of trouble, the radio finally picked up a call from the other side of the tunnel:

"Cave Demon, wind direction 210, wind speed 8 knots, visibility good, takeoff possible. Our support personnel have marked the target. Cave Demon, please get as close as possible to launch. At the same time, please pay close attention to your own safety!"

Well, the comrade on the other side put it very euphemistically; what they called an instruction was more like a request.

After all, the team's helicopters had failed here. If something were to happen to our local comrades, our consciences would be troubled beyond measure...

Yang Erlengzi watched as the comrade in command raised the green flag, then patted the Red Army soldier on the shoulder, "Hurry up, hurry up! That little dim-witted guy has come to his senses, he's running here!"

"Hey, wait a minute! I'm not getting on the gyroplane, I just want to adjust the propeller pitch angle!"

"Really?"

"Stop talking nonsense... Due to variable weather conditions, the propeller pitch angle needs to be adjusted to 8 degrees..."

"Stop! Please go ahead!"

Yang Youning jumped off the back seat of the gyroplane and casually tossed the nylon coil onto the seat. Then he squatted down, becoming Jiang Xia's stepping stone.

Ha, only a fool would do something like that. Director Zeng was already using a dry powder fire extinguisher to put out the fire, and you just casually held it in your arms? Even if the gyroplane flies slowly, are you sure your superhuman arms can handle it?

You haven't experienced the terror of kite strings in later generations!

Bah! Without me, this factory would go bankrupt!

While cursing and stomping on Yang Erlengzi and fiddling with the rotor, Jiang Xia called over Director Zeng to weld a cable reel-in/reel-out device onto the rotorcraft.

It sounds fancy, but it's really just the same setup you'd find on a fishing rod: a few line guides and a large tubular reel seat.

Don't worry about not having enough materials. The 130 rocket launcher vehicles are equipped with plenty of spare parts and maintenance equipment. If they don't have enough spare parts and maintenance equipment, they'd be embarrassed to go out. The main feature is that they can be repaired as soon as they break down.

After fiddling around for a while, everything was ready.

Jiang Xia stepped to the front of the crowd: "Go on, go on! With this structure, even a level 7 gale won't be a problem!"

"understand!"

Anxious, Yang Youning put Hongjun back into the cockpit. With the roar of the horizontally opposed engine, the gyroplane glided for more than 20 meters on the relatively flat runway before taking off, dragging the guide rope.

"Hey, this thing that looks like a sidecar motorcycle actually flew?"

"Hey! It's no use! Last time a big guy came and blew down a lot of my corn stalks, but they still couldn't fly across the river, right?"

"Yes, yes, even that firecracker fell in halfway through its flight! Uncle Blind said the Dragon King lives in this river, and I think it's true!"

Just as Jiangxia was fiddling with the gyroplane, a group of villagers gathered around. Although they obediently stood a little distance away, the murmurs of discussion still drifted over.

As they talked, several elderly people with white hair bowed to the river several times, muttering incantations.

"Dragon King, please don't make things difficult for these young men. They are all very good people. If they have offended you, we will offer you tribute again, just like last time..."

"Dragon King, how about we let these comrades cross this time? Otherwise, they'll start building the bridge! They'll imprison you for ten thousand years, so please don't come to me in my dreams..."

……

puff……

Jiang Xia, who was still pausing with his cup in hand, spat out a mouthful of water. He wanted to turn around and see which old man could utter such outrageous words.

That's really a very simple view of worshipping gods.

When foreigners worship gods, they say, "God, please grant me such and such."

In China, it's like, "God, just get this done for me first... What, you can't do it? I don't believe you then. I'll do it myself!"

However, the matter of building a bridge is something worth considering. With the help of excavators and bulldozers, there's no need to repeat the miracle of the Huairou Reservoir's main structure being completed in six months. Everyone can settle this matter while eating cornbread and singing songs.

"Huh? This crowd is something else. I thought they would come and stop us."

“What’s there to stop? Our people aren’t stupid. We just asked, and they’re from a village at the foot of that mountain. Once this line is run, they’ll have electricity.” Old Wang pulled Jiang Xia a few steps forward, then returned to the jeep before continuing:

"With electricity, who wants to bother with kerosene lamps? They're too irritating to the eyes. You don't know, but there's a small hydroelectric power station here that belongs to their commune, so electricity is basically free..."

"Hey, you're mistaken. This isn't private property..."

“That’s right! This is what the organization is giving back to them. These villagers are all relocated residents from the reservoir area. They gave up their homes and also worked hard for the construction of the reservoir dam. This is what they deserve!”

The general in plain clothes walked over, patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder, and explained to him.

"I'm ashamed. The organization's resolution was implemented last year. It's a pity that I, this incompetent minister, couldn't even make the connection... If only this could have been done..."

Before the general could finish speaking, he simply patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder. He then walked directly to the edge of the crowd and greeted the villagers. He even handed binoculars to several children whose parents were holding them up above their heads and cheering at the gyroplane.

Seeing how familiar the minister and the villagers were, this is what true harmony between the people and the government looks like. People in this era are so lucky to be able to see such high-ranking figures while staying at home.

Jiang Xia raised his camera and took three consecutive shots. Just as he was enjoying himself, the crowd stirred up again.

"It's over! It's over!"

"Hahaha, I knew it! Even the Dragon King can't stop us from marching towards socialism!"

"Yes! Long live the great working class and peasantry!"

"Long live the great old man!"

"Come on, let's not just stand by and watch! Leave a few people behind, and the rest of you go around from below to help with the connection!"

Jiang Xia looked closely and realized that the person who had shouted those words was none other than the one who dared to threaten the "Dragon King"...

Tsk tsk, the atmosphere among the masses is really intense. No wonder they say that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it's forbidden for spirits to become sentient.

Even if it succeeds, it will probably only be burned to a crisp by these red flames...