A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 250 The Rolling Eggs 2

"It smells so good!"

The little guy started tossing and turning on the bed again.

On the other side of the room, Wang Kui was still frowning as he looked at the materials submitted by his colleagues.

The large map in front of him was covered with a bunch of dots. There were no cameras like in later generations, so finding a hidden agent in a crowd would take a lot of effort.

Fortunately, an internal arrest warrant had already been issued, and with the help of the police, some suspicious individuals were identified. Old Wang is now marking out the locations of suspicion based on these reports.

Looking at the map covered with tiny dots, Wang Kui felt like crying.

However, the range of gazes the kid mentioned feeling in the factory could be narrowed down a bit.

Let's put Ah Zu aside for now; the little one is the most important. But, with a factory employing tens of thousands of people, checking everyone is really difficult. Asking them one by one would take forever.

"Tsk, this is tricky. Should we try to lure the snake out of its hole?" After thinking about it, Wang Kui almost slapped himself again.

What nonsense! Safety first, safety first.

Now it's the shield badge, the shield!

Looking at the restless sleeping posture of the little guy, Old Wang sighed, walked to the bedside, took the quilt and wrapped the little guy up like a silkworm cocoon, and then drew the curtains.

Hmm, if I had malicious intent towards the little brat, how would I act?

With a gun? With poison?

Using poison is easy; just wear a gas mask and taste it before eating.

If you're looking for a gun, the easiest one to find in Northeast China is the Type 38 rifle.

No, it should be "Jin Gou Ge Da Lou"!

That's right, this should be it. A few years ago, a small notebook-sized armory was found in some mountain, with a bunch of these guns inside.

The "Golden Hook Geda Lou" was actually the predecessor of the Type 38 rifle. It was called "Golden Hook" because it had a safety switch at the end of the bolt, which was large and curved.

However, since both guns use the same bullets, their effective range is basically 400-600 meters.

That little brat's defensive perimeter should be 400 meters.

Wang Kui was frustrated; 400 meters wasn't a huge distance, but it wasn't a small one either.

Self-defense is the worst thing ever. However, based on Wang Kui's experience, 100 meters should be a suitable range for accurate shooting, but it's not foolproof.

After thinking it over, Old Wang leaned against the headboard and dozed off.

Of course, Wang Kui wasn't the only one who was pondering things late at night.

Near the border, Ah Zu, whom Wang Kui had been longing to send a bullet, was using a knife to slice open a piece of still-steaming raw meat and swallowing it in one gulp.

"Sis, wait half an hour, once the patrol is gone, we'll climb over. When we get there, there's plenty of wine, and we'll eat skewers of big red sausage!"

The middle-aged woman frowned as she looked at the small squirrel in her hand, and asked, "Shall we go straight there? Aren't we waiting for that person?"

"We won't be able to wait. If that kid dies, the people here will go crazy. Wait for him? Then none of us will escape!"

The middle-aged woman also stuffed the meat into her mouth, but the strong, fishy smell almost made her vomit.

"Is that kid that important? Is he the son of some big shot?"

“Even the son of a big shot isn’t worth as much as him! The Alliance looks down on him, but once I get these documents over there, they’ll understand. Then, he’ll be our best testament to loyalty!”

Azu's narrow eyes flashed with a cold light again, and he patted his satchel with a hint of smugness.

"Someone's coming! Be careful!"

After quickly cleaning up the somewhat messy scene, the two of them scurried into a large snow cave, moving faster than mice.

……

The next day, Mr. He arrived early in the morning.

As agreed, Xiong Da also prepared a dish of Northeastern specialties – Di San Xian (Three Treasures of the Earth).

However, Jiang Xia looked at the plate of meat dishes and wondered if Xiong Da had mispronounced the name: "Isn't this 'Three Treasures of the Earth' just potatoes, peppers, and eggplant? Why is it all meat?"

Never mind, as long as he's well-fed and working, the firecrackers that can explode still occupy all of Jiang Xia's mind. After all, Grandma won't let him use a gun.

The projectile, nearly three meters long, couldn't fit in the small jeep.

And so our Liberation Card made its dazzling debut.

However, testing is not possible today because the first batch of MiG-21 parts has already flown back.

Everyone rushed to the airport at 112 to welcome them.

Jiang Xia was also full of excitement. MiG-21! He had to touch it with his own hands.

When the transport plane landed, I opened it up and, damn it, it was full of weapon racks?

The officer who returned with the team looked worried. He saluted Jiang Xia first and then began to pour out his grievances.

"Oh, Engineer Jiang, I really want to curse those Russians for eighteen generations. You know what? Half an hour! They made us look at Gorky's factory for half an hour, damn it, it only took twenty minutes just to walk from the main gate to the inside..."

"The engine factory didn't even have ten minutes!"

Jiang Xia circled around the pile of weapon racks: "No, get to the point. If you want to complain, go find that bearded guy with the pipe. What's going on with these weapon racks?"

"The Russians want to sell a batch of MiG-21s to India, and they need to pass through our territory!" The officer, who was sweating profusely from He Lao's glare, said succinctly.

"Uh, you mean this batch of racks isn't ours?"

"Hmm! Borrowing a passage is one thing, but bringing in a bare machine is another. How can they bring in weapons? Let's use this excuse to get them to remove the weapon racks! Then we'll send them back first and see if there's anything we can learn from them."

Learning... I think I can learn something, especially about weapon interfaces, but the learning is limited. After all, the aerodynamic layout of the MiG-21 and MiG-19 is different; trying to imitate them will only result in a poor imitation.

In particular, these mounting brackets are actually rail-mounted. This is completely different from the MiG-19's.

Okay, let's take one apart and draw a diagram first.

"Hey? Engineer Jiang, do we still need to draw this? The alliance promised to provide the complete set of blueprints!"

"Silly girl, that's exactly why you need to draw it. Later, find it and compare it to your own work to see if there's any trickery involved!"

A hanging rack is not difficult to find.

Jiang Xia quickly figured out how to use it. It was the ignition cable and shock absorber on the mounting bracket that piqued his interest.

Hey, there's actually something special in there, don't underestimate it!

"Hey, do you have any extra of these racks?"

"I don't know, the Russians installed the computer themselves!"

"Did anyone follow them?"

"No this time, but next time there seems to be a maintenance worker on board!"

"Move two onto the truck, we'll fire one tomorrow!"

So, under the guise of testing the equipment's integrity for his elder brother, Jiang Xia used several large steel frames to install two weapon mounts into the carriage of the Jiefang truck.

The Liberation Card was also modified, with more batteries added and cables from the weapon rack connected to a small control box.

Alright, the air-to-air missile launch test vehicle is complete!

Old He, standing to the side, was quite pleased with the changed truck. Putting everything else aside, it looked pretty good.

It looks a lot like the SAM-2 he was looking at at the Alliance site, only a bit smaller. And there's no radar vehicle following it.

Hearing what Elder He said, Jiang Xia felt a little ashamed.

In his view, this was similar to the pickup truck armored vehicles of the later-era "slipper army," nowhere near as good as the SAM. Moreover, once the missile was launched, he had no idea where it would land.

Nonsense, this missile doesn't have a guidance head yet, and it hasn't been tested in a wind tunnel. It's like a giant rocket; it's a miracle it even gets off the ground.

After the group finished installing the equipment, they happily ran to the small canteen, ready to see what tricks Xiong Da would come up with next.

However, unnoticed by the crowd, a flash of light disappeared in the dark coal pile.