Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Zhao Mengsheng, who was in charge of guarding the area, roared wildly in the office like a raging beast.

His outstanding regimental commander and political instructor were shot and killed by their own comrades.

Do you realize how egregious this matter is and how severe the consequences will be?

Zhao Mengsheng could already imagine the uproar this would cause in the military.

How many unfounded conspiracy theories will spread because of this incident?

In society, the image and reputation of soldiers will also be seriously questioned.

What pained and angered him the most was that no one was able to detect Tian Jian's abnormal mindset in time and provide guidance and education to prevent this tragic incident from happening.

"Sir, Commander Yang is still outside, you see."

After being scolded for a while, the deputy commander, whose head was buzzing, forced himself to remind him that there were important guests present.

In addition, the other party was also a major contributor today.

If it weren't for his appearance, which gave Tian Jian a false sense of security, the other party would definitely have fled immediately or engaged in a firefight with the arriving soldiers.

In that case, the consequences, whether it's the former or the latter, would only be more severe than they are now.

"Look at me, I'm so angry I've lost my mind."

Zhao Mengsheng slapped his forehead and strode towards the door. "Jianguo, where are they? Where did you send them?"

"Commander, over here."

Hearing the commotion, Yang Jianguo came out and smiled at Zhao Mengsheng, saying, "Old Zhao, you're in such a panic. That's not like the demeanor you should have as a commander."

"Eh!"

Inside the room, Zhao Mengsheng sighed heavily, his fingers unconsciously rubbing back and forth, as if trying to crush something.

Or, a drink would be nice too.

He was practically suffocating with frustration at this moment.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Eh~"

Zhao Mengsheng sighed heavily again before bringing up the matter of Tian Jian, the regimental commander, and the political instructor.

In terms of personal ability, Tian Jian is impeccable.

He is both literate and martial, and dares to fight. His combat skills and shooting skills are both top-notch.

But perhaps no one is perfect.

His personality is very problematic; he doesn't know how to unite his comrades, and his relationships with his fellow soldiers are also problematic.

They are always ostracized by others, and people report them to the group leader from time to time.

He was also a stubborn person, so even when he was accused, he wouldn't explain himself, he just stubbornly held his tongue and kept everything bottled up inside.

Over time, this might cause psychological problems.

Today, because someone reported him, the regimental commander and instructor talked to him to understand the specific situation and to comfort him, so that he could open up and learn to communicate with others.

However, during the conversation, a fierce conflict suddenly broke out between the two sides. Tian Jian, who was on duty, suddenly attacked and killed the regimental commander and political instructor with two shots.

"You'll find out what happened next," Zhao Mengsheng said, his tone strangely extended. "By the way, how did you train to be so skilled? I heard from the soldiers on the scene that Tian Jian never lasted a single move against you."

“I caught him off guard. He probably just sees me as a lazy old man sitting in an office.”

"Ok!"

Zhao Mengsheng leaned back and snorted. He was a lousy old man. If he was a lousy old man, then what was I? An old codger who crawled out of the ground.

This Yang Jianguo is truly an extraordinary person.

Look at his appearance, he looks to be under forty, with only a few strands of white hair on his head.

He was agile and wiry, with a powerful stride, and his arms, draped over the table, were full of muscular muscles.

Just by looking at him, you can tell he's got some strength.

Even if Yang Jianguo underestimated his opponent and was caught off guard, his ability to defeat Tian Jian in one move cannot conceal his superior physique and fighting skills.

Chapter 857 The Wounds of a Fourth-Generation Mecha: Born to Be a Protagonist

"Honestly, if you hadn't reached your current position, I would have definitely brought you into the military. It would be such a waste."

Just thinking about how he was able to dominate Tian Jian and how bold and meticulous he was when intercepting him...

Zhao Mengsheng felt an itch in his heart, as if insects were crawling inside.

It's hard to understand his eagerness to find talented people when he encounters them, unless you're in his shoes.

"Alright, let's not talk about my little things. No matter how strong an individual is, they can't withstand an iron torrent. The era of heroes is coming to an end."

Zhao Mengsheng remained silent, a sudden sense of desolation washing over him.

Yes, the age of heroes is coming to an end.

In the future, it will be the era of information and intelligence, and these old guys may one day be swept out as historical garbage.

"Hey, hey, hey, why do you always like to exaggerate things? Don't use your superior attitude here."

Yang Jianguo promptly interrupted his wandering thoughts, suggesting that he visit the research institute. "I want to see the specific experimental data first, then see the actual objects, and consider practically which direction we should take."

This collaboration with the military remains one of Yang Jianguo's strengths.

Materials Science!

Currently, the international situation is tense, and my country faces a complex and difficult situation.

In order to cope with possible wars and potential threats, the military has been actively promoting the technological research and development of various new types of equipment.

This includes the J-10 fighter jet project that Yang Jianguo will soon be involved with.

Since the 1980s, countries such as the United States, Russia, and France have made significant progress in the development of fourth-generation fighter jets, driving the rapid development of fourth-generation fighter jets worldwide.

As a pioneer, the United States successfully developed four generations of fighter jets, including the F-14, F-15, F-16, and FA-18.

Russia introduced classic aircraft such as the MiG-29 and Su-27, while France, a leading European aviation power, also launched the Mirage 2000 series fighter jets, leading the trend of modern air combat.

Compared to these countries, my country's air force development has been fraught with difficulties.

From the late 80s to the present, the mainstay of the Air Force has been the J-6 and J-7, and the J-8 series of fighter jets has just begun.

In order to catch up with the world's advanced level and improve air superiority and air combat capabilities, the military launched a core project called J-10 fighter jet nine years ago.

Today, nine years later, what is the progress of the project?

It's hard to say.

The research on the engine has not been very smooth, and the materials are also a major obstacle, as is the issue of mounting weapons.

Nothing is going right.

Even now, the mere mention of air combat fills me with nothing but pent-up anger.

What if our technology is inferior to others?

Just bear with it!

If you can't stand it, if someone rides on your head, you have no choice but to risk your life and your blood to fight and exchange for what you have.

“Jianguo, let me tell you, the thought that our pilots might have to risk their lives in the future makes my heart ache as if it were being stabbed.”

Zhao Mengsheng was someone who had risked his life on the battlefield, carried explosive packs, and witnessed his comrades risking their lives to fill the gaps in the battlefield.

He knew how horrific and heartbreaking the scene was.

Whenever he thinks of his comrades who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, Zhao Mengsheng is filled with sorrow day and night. Many nights, he stands alone in his study, quietly smoking one cigarette after another.

Until a familiar figure appeared in the smoke, dazzling his eyes.

Only then can one find a moment of peace within.

If the humiliation of that year were to be repeated now, what would their bloodshed and lives have amounted to?

"You have to take things one step at a time. If you take too big a step, you'll easily tear your balls."

Zhao Mengsheng glanced at him with considerable surprise, and said with a smirk, "I thought you were a serious old-fashioned person, but it turns out you're quite a character."

Yang Jianguo was never a serious or rigid person; it was just that his job and position required him to maintain his dignity.

In private, he is still very down-to-earth.

"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. I'll take you to the research institute. Everyone's looking forward to seeing you!"

The research institute was located in an open area behind the military headquarters.

The surrounding land was solid and barren, with not a blade of grass or any shelter. A row of houses stood alone in the middle.

The three-story building, with its white-painted exterior walls, is now covered in unsightly spots after being exposed to wind and sun.

On the right side of the house, there was a huge helipad; this was where Zhao Mengsheng had brought him.

"Hello, Chief."

"Hello, comrade."

Yang Jianguo smiled warmly, took the initiative to shake the other's hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry about me, you guys do your thing, Commander Zhao and I will just take a look around."

"Yes."

Soldiers don't have many hidden agendas; they just do what they're told.

Since the leader has said he doesn't want him to accompany him, he'll just follow behind.

Yang Jianguo particularly liked this approach, as it saved him from wasting time on superficial formalities and endless back-and-forth refusals.

This collaboration with the military should be very pleasant.

The prototype was at the far end of the hangar, dismantled and in disarray, with exposed pipes everywhere, making it impossible to discern its purpose.

To a layman, it would look like some old, obsolete model that's ready to be dismantled and sold for scrap metal.

After circling the aircraft twice, Yang Jianguo climbed the ladder and sat in the cockpit of the prototype.

Yang Jianguo tapped the surface of the machine with his hand, then buried his head in the pipes below, looking here and touching there, imprinting all the key points in his mind.

After he came down from up there, he already had a direction for the work ahead.

"I need the design plans, sketches, the initial design ideas and direction, the materials used, and detailed parameters." Looking around, he didn't see anyone with the 'bottom of the bottle' (referring to a specific item or document). "Where's the research team?"

"He's at the research institute. Let's go see him now."

Seeing him nod, Zhao Mengsheng led him to the nearby research institute.

The project team, having received advance notice, gathered at the entrance to await his arrival.

In the field of scientific research, Yang Jianguo's legendary status is no less than that of the working class.

Furthermore, most of the projects he spearheads eventually become civilian applications, genuinely reaching every household and impacting and improving their lives.

In addition to admiration and respect, people felt a strong sense of closeness to him. "Minister Yang, welcome! We've all been looking forward to seeing you!"

The group leader was named Zhang Wei, a prized student of Academician Song of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

"I have long admired Mr. Song. When will he return from Chengdu?"

"Upon learning of your arrival, the teacher set off immediately and should be halfway there by now."

"Okay, enough with the formalities, let's get to the work coordination first. I need to understand..."

Yang Jianguo took the lead and walked ahead, with people spontaneously crowding around him, following him into the research institute like stars around the moon.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Mengsheng couldn't help but sigh: Some people are born to be the protagonists.

Even if I was born into a good family, I still can't compare to him, the protagonist destined for greatness.

Chapter 858 The terrifying Yang Jianguo shocks the entire audience.

In Zhao Mengsheng's eyes, Yang Jianguo was the protagonist of destiny, favored by heaven.

Struggling in a sea of ​​data.

He seems to have underestimated the complexity of the entire project.