Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1273 Envy, Jealousy, and Hatred All Require Qualification (4k)

People in the tech field rely on evidence for everything, and while this evidence may not be precise, it is sufficient to explain the issue.

The verifiable figure of over 100 million tons can only be from fusion! Even if the fission charge in the trigger were used with all its might, it would be impossible to reach that figure.

"After-effect sampling, prepare to enter!" The impact point command center issued the order to the bombers in the air, and the bombers adjusted their course and began to enter the sampling route.

From the perspective of the warhead, the missile's impact point is extremely precise. After all, it's not a problem for such a large explosion to cause it to deviate by 300 or 100 meters.

This also makes it easier for the sampling machine, as the planned route hardly needs to be adjusted.

Meanwhile, data from the aftereffect testing equipment began to come back continuously. In general, it was very similar to fission, but its power and range were incomparable.

Taking advantage of this lull, the launch site command center sent its first piece of good news to the rocket launch center.

The missile launch commander and the leaders of the National Defense Industry Commission heard the good news together. After putting down the receiver, the leader of the National Defense Industry Commission whispered to the launch commander, "You announce it. It seems we won't have to pawn our pants."

The launch commander nodded, picked up the internal megaphone, and excitedly announced to his comrades: "Preliminary measurements at the impact zone indicate that the fusion has been successfully detonated, with a yield of no less than 100 million tons of TNT!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

The cheers from the comrades almost lifted the roof off the launch command center.

Some comrades waved their hats, some throwing them into the air, while others picked up their earphones and were about to smash them on the table, but then reluctantly pulled them back, only to have to throw their hats instead.

If the fission bomb of 1962 was a breakthrough from zero, then this is a qualitative breakthrough. This means that we finally have the same weapons as the US, the Great White Bear, and John Bull. We may not need weapons for criticism, but we must at least have the weapons for criticism.

As for the Gauls, sorry, but in any timeline, he's always the last one to sit down when it comes to the fusion bomb, though he certainly wouldn't sit at the children's table.

The person actually sitting at the children's table was John Bull. Although he came from a different era, his connection to his father, Citibank, is undeniable, so it's hard to say how much real influence he wielded. After all, as the only strategic missile purchased by one of the five great philanthropists of the 21st century, and a weakling whose control over the missiles is questionable, there's no need to overestimate its capabilities.

In the past, people would often say things like "I'll wipe you off the face of the earth," but now at least it can make those who want to say such things a little more clear-headed.

"Should we report this to the capital?" The leaders of the National Defense Industry Commission fully respected the scientists' opinions.

"Let's wait a bit longer, shall we wait until the exact equivalent data comes out before making a decision?"

The leader of the National Defense Industry Committee nodded. "Hmm, that's a good suggestion. Sending good news in two parts feels like splitting the joy in half. It may last, but it's not intense enough."

An hour later, the analysis results of all the data were in. The comrades carefully calculated the data once on the computer and once by hand to make sure that neither the computer nor the human made any mistakes. After all, although the mathematical calculation software was good, it had not been used for long and they were afraid that problems might occur.

Compared to the thing that just exploded, these data are much easier to calculate.

"320 million tons! 320 million tons! There may be room for revision, but basically there won't be any major changes!" This number was like a thunderbolt, stunning everyone present.

I knew you were good, but I didn't expect you to be this good.

This is probably how the comrades feel right now.

"Wow, so much? My original theoretical estimate was a little over 200 million tons."

"Is the calculation correct? Should we calculate it again?" The theoretical estimate was only 200, but the actual value is 300?

"No need, we've already verified the results by comparing machine calculations with manual calculations."

"No need to recalculate. My estimated theory also has many ideal conditions and assumptions. As long as there is no difference in magnitude, it should be reasonable, hahaha." As researchers know, engineering practice often precedes theory, and the relationship between theoretical and actual values ​​is hard to say at this time.

"Okay, then we'll trust the actual measurements. Let's report it!"

"Report this!"

"Yes, report it!"

The comrades' tone and expressions were extremely excited.

When the leaders of the National Defense Industry Committee received this news, they were completely dumbfounded. No, they knew that the first estimate would definitely be wrong, but they did not expect it to be so outrageous.

"320 million? Reliable?"

"Reliable, and the on-site measurement data confirms this conclusion."

"Great!!! Send a telegram to the capital immediately!!!"

A secret telegram titled "Gao siblings' first birthday" was sent to the capital. The comrades were really romantic, sticking with this code name and giving it different meanings.

An hour later, the news that the comrades at the scene saw and heard was officially released.

"At 2:30 PM today, my country's first fusion bomb was successfully launched via a medium-range ballistic missile, hitting its target and detonating successfully! Although this is the first fusion bomb, from the very beginning, it has been a combat-ready device with missile delivery capabilities... Calculations show that the bomb's yield is equivalent to 320 megatons of TNT, 140 times the yield of my country's currently deployed fission bombs... Compared to fission bombs, fusion bombs have advantages such as greater yield, lower pollution, faster ecological recovery, and less residual effects..."

It has to be said that journalism is still the best choice; these advantages sound somewhat humorous.

However, at this point, the comrades no longer cared whether the thing was funny or not; what they cared about was the thing itself.

A massive bomb weighing 320 million tons! After a century of humiliation and subjugation, the people, who firmly believe that "backwardness invites aggression," showed great enthusiasm and response to this welcome news.

We don't know what's going on outside yet, but at least in this high-tech product exhibition hall, everyone is so excited that they've temporarily forgotten their work.

Those responsible for management and coordination ignored this brief absence from their posts; they were mostly cheering and jumping for joy in the crowd.

As the news spread rapidly among the comrades, it was as if soldiers on a march were saying, "Pass it on, advance to Xiaowangzhuang!" Although each comrade at their booth only told those around them, the good news spread throughout the entire exhibition hall at lightning speed, even reaching the defense exhibition hall through the guards. "Long live! Long live!" someone shouted, and then more and more people echoed, gradually forming a torrent.

The comrades cheered with joy, while the foreign guests in the exhibition hall stared in disbelief.

Most of them were stunned because they didn't know what had happened, but the small number of guests who could understand and speak our language were even more dumbfounded.

"Sir, what are you all so excited about?" In the defense exhibition hall, a Gaul asked an excited staff member at the booth, while the other Gauls looked at the staff member with slight nervousness.

The staff member stopped celebrating and showed off... no, introducing our achievement to the foreign guests was also a celebration, and a more meaningful one: "Our fusion bomb was successfully detonated this afternoon!" He didn't hear the details, after all, "passing on orders" couldn't convey very detailed information, but this was clear.

A fusion bomb? The news that all the Gaulish machines had shut down seemed so harmonious in this high-tech exhibition hall; this was truly high technology.

The reason is simple—the Gauls themselves do not have a fusion bomb, and will not have one for several years.

They wouldn't doubt this news; Easterners aren't like Sindhu people, and they don't have the habit of boasting.

This news brought them a bitter taste, because they themselves did not have it.

They looked at our staff with a hint of envy: "Congratulations, sir." This achievement deserved their respect as one of the pioneers. At this moment, our staff represented not just themselves, but all the people, and it was only right that they received congratulations from those who came after them.

Our staff were overjoyed and thanked us repeatedly.

Compared to the bitterness and envy of the Gauls, people in most other countries have a much purer feeling—with such amazing technology, their weapons and products are even more worth buying!

Of course, there are feelings of respect and envy, but they are also rather distant, because they know very well that this matter has nothing to do with their country, nor is it something they should fantasize about.

Even envy, jealousy, and hatred require qualifications; the gap between countries can sometimes be this cruel and realistic.

However, the countries that received the aid were in a better mood, because this was their second brother! You see, in this matter, the original 1:2 power balance had given them all a vague sense of crisis.

Regardless of the attitudes of the Easterners or their strategies for using these weapons, they all felt a sense of security. It's like when a classmate gets first place in the grade; even if the other students don't say it, they're always secretly proud.

The polar bear delegation, still inside the exhibition hall, was equally shocked. They knew a little more, because someone pulled out a recently purchased radio and handed it to the delegation's translator.

The advantages of mobile information devices were fully demonstrated at this time; a small radio allowed them to obtain first-hand information immediately.

As the translator uttered his translation, the atmosphere within the delegation became somewhat strange.

Some people were simpler and more direct, shouting "Hurrah!" and "Halalsh!" repeatedly. They knew that their side had grown stronger, and the balance of power had shifted slightly. The White Bear's frantic production of so many Ivan IVs during the Cold War wasn't solely due to pressure from the US.

Some people, however, showed a hint of worry on their faces. This matter... tsk!

However, diplomatic etiquette must be observed. They expressed their sincere blessings to our staff, and some of the more outgoing ones even danced the famous "Unbreakable Knees" in the exhibition hall.

Gao Zhendong's work location had now shifted from the National Defense Industry Committee back to the Third Factory. There wasn't much to handle at the time, whether it was the civilian exhibition or the military exhibition. He could just make a phone call occasionally; there was no need to stay in one place, as that would be a waste of time.

He was in his office at the time and was unaware of the news; he didn't usually turn on the radio while working.

"Ring ring~~~~~" The phone rang loudly. Gao Zhendong answered the phone while wondering to himself, "Could it be that something happened at the exhibition again?"
The call was from the chief engineer of the National Defense Industry Committee: "The leader asked me to tell you to listen to the news!"

"Huh? Wasn't he away on a business trip? Why is he concerned about whether I listen to the news? What good news is it, boss?" Gao Zhendong asked with a smile.

"I can't tell you, or there won't be any surprise, hahaha, go listen for yourself." The chief engineer was clearly in a very good mood, and hung up the phone with a big laugh.

With curiosity in mind, Gao Zhendong turned on the radio.

"my country's first..." Gao Zhendong jumped three feet high when he heard half of it.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

As we all know, the character 艹 has a very rich range of meanings depending on its tone and context, including questioning, opposition, happiness, anger, excitement, and even as a modal particle...

The emotion Gao Zhendong expressed at this moment was not just happiness, but extreme excitement.

Ever since the fission bomb was announced out of nowhere, he knew that this matter would inevitably be brought forward; our comrades are truly capable.

But he never expected it to be so far ahead of time. Two years have passed in terms of years since the fission bomb was launched in 62, but in terms of actual time, it has been less than two years!
This speed is an incredible improvement compared to the original 2 years and 8 months.

This is not just about the shortest record for the transition from split to convergence; it's about how this earlier timing will bring about a lot of changes. Some things are truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and who knows how many years it will be before the next window of opportunity opens.

With so much time to spare, things can get complicated; at least one possibility has emerged.

When Gao Zhendong heard that the fusion bomb was launched directly by a ballistic missile, he was overjoyed. Although the US Navy couldn't reach it, the second island chain still covered it. Moreover, with the 3500-kilometer range of the War Drum III missile, there were still many important targets within its range.

Of course, we don't need to consider the three dirty ones now. Given their situation, a crack is a real crack, not just a casual way of describing a feeling.

Our ancestors in the desert were truly amazing! The sun really shines brightly there!
He jumped up, grabbed the phone, and dialed the director's office at the No. 3 Rolling Mill.

"Master, come to my house for lunch tomorrow! I'm so sorry I didn't warn you, I really miss you and your wife, hahaha. Xiao'e? Xiao'e's cooking is a bit lacking, I'll ask Shazhu to help out."

"Old Wang, yes, yes, you've heard too? No doubt about it, come to my house for lunch tomorrow. Yeah, that's all, bye..."

"Lian Wei, oh right, stop working so hard, take a break, come to my house tomorrow at noon..."

While Gao Zhendong was elated here, some people on the other side of the ocean were sweating bullets.

(End of this chapter)