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Changfeng Electromechanical Research Institute, Chief Engineer's Office.

Xie Qiming lifted the curtains and looked out at the city lights that never slept. He glanced back at the clock on the wall, which showed it was past ten o'clock. He grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the tea box in the cabinet, brewed a strong cup of tea, and prepared to work for a while longer before heading off work.

As the chief engineer of the Dongfeng-21D project, he has been working on the project for nearly 20 years since its inception. He and a group of people working on the project have spent half of their working years here.

"There are just a few remaining issues, which should be resolved by next year. Then we'll arrange trial production, further debugging and improvements, and finalize production. We should be able to start production and deployment around the second half of the year after next... It's almost here, finally it's almost here."

Xie Qiming mentally reviewed the project's timeline, a hint of emotion appearing in his eyes.

This project was originally completed ten years ago.

However, a leak by a traitor forced the technical specifications of the entire missile project to be upgraded, and all plans were scrapped and started over. Once this was started, more than a decade passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, the project is finally seeing the light of day as it comes to an end.

Ding-dong-

After a moment of reflection, Xie took a sip of tea and sat down in front of his computer.

Suddenly, an email popped up.

"So fast?"

Xie Qiming looked at the email sent by Cheng Fei, and then at the title indicating that the reply had been resolved, and his expression froze for a moment.

"Is Engineer Wang drinking tonight?"

"But he didn't seem drunk when he made the call just now."

Xie Qiming muttered something to himself and moved the mouse to open the email.

Seeing the password sequence 1-3-2, I realized it was the password I had just sent. I opened the attachment, entered the password, and a ballistic aerodynamic layout design diagram popped up.

Following this is a data document that clearly describes a series of control parameters for the warhead's aerodynamic layout, while also describing the entire control process and aerodynamic principles in text.

Finally, as if afraid that he might not understand, he thoughtfully included the numbers and titles of several aerodynamic layout design papers and explained the general thought process behind them.

"When a missile re-enters the atmosphere from space, the initial aerodynamic forces are different, which is a different scenario from a high-altitude missile dive."

Furthermore, the window of opportunity for the enemy to detect and react to missiles re-entering the atmosphere in space is shorter, but our observation and control window for moving targets on the ground is also shortened.

To achieve precise tracking and locking of moving targets at low and medium altitudes, the aerodynamic layout and control parameters must be more aggressive…

Is Engineer Wang also a ballistic trajectory expert?

Xie Qiming looked at the main text of the document and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Because of past leaks, he was extremely secretive about everything, and the entire data did not reveal anything about a ballistic missile. However, Wang Xingguo could still tell at a glance that it was a space reentry... This clearly shows that he has a deep understanding of ballistic trajectories.

"This aerodynamic layout improvement is not significant and does not conflict with the overall plan..." Xie Qiming checked the dimensions of the aerodynamic layout, took out paper and pen, and quickly calculated based on the data in the document.

Because the document already provided a clear framework, Xie Qiming completed the calculation of all the data in less than ten minutes.

Looking at the calculated results, he was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what was going on and his eyes lit up with realization.

"So that's how it is. We've always wanted every missile to hit its target consistently, but ballistic missiles re-enter space, and the window of opportunity for control is extremely short. At the same time, there aren't many control methods left for the missile body in the terminal phase, so a consistent hit is impossible."

Only by adopting more aggressive aerodynamic schemes and control parameters can we strive for a high probability of accurate hits…

Looking at the final calculation results, Xie Qiming understood the significance of these improvements.

Their original control scheme always aimed for stable hits, but when facing moving targets, the pursuit error would always deviate by more than 300 meters.

The email's solution was an aggressive one: abandoning the guaranteed hit of every missile and instead focusing on a high probability of hit.

把原本的追击偏离300米的误差，变成了10米、15米、20米、50米，或者1000米、2000米甚至以上。

Either the control scheme is more aggressive, or the trajectory tracking is more stable, enabling it to accurately catch up with moving targets.

Either the aggressive strategy causes a more severe deviation, resulting in the pursuit landing point being further away from the target.

However, the data model's verification results show that the former has a probability of over 90%, which is sufficient to achieve all practical combat targets.

"sharp!"

"As expected of Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group's chief engineer, his understanding of aerodynamic control and atmospheric pursuit control is truly exceptional... and his understanding of ballistic trajectory control for space reentry is also so profound."

"The project still has two major challenges; let's apply to headquarters for collaborative research and development with Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group!"

"This way, we might be able to finalize the entire missile design before the Spring Festival. Then, considering trial production, testing, and final production, it could be deployed in the second half of next year..."

Thinking this through, Xie Qiming didn't hesitate for a moment before picking up the secure phone to contact headquarters and obtain authorization. Then he opened a new email and asked Wang Xingguo for his opinion...

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Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) core area.

In the chief engineer's office, Wang Xingguo was on the phone reporting to his superiors.

"...Yes, this is a report that I hope to write myself. He already has an idea for a sixth-generation fighter jet, but this sixth-generation fighter jet has very high industrial requirements, and our current industrial level is not enough. We need to carry out high-end upgrades..."

As Wang Xingguo spoke, he printed out the report, signed it, and stamped it with the official seal of Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, then faxed it over via a top-secret line.

Crunch, crunch—

The sound of the fax machine echoed in the office and on both sides of the microphone.

The leader carefully reviewed the report, paused for a moment, and then chuckled, saying, "It seems he did provide some good ammunition."

Please organize his thoughts and ideas carefully. There's a small meeting next week, and I'll invite you to attend and give a special report. I hope I can also take a good look at his report.

Giving a report at a small meeting?

Wang Xingguo's heart skipped a beat. Without daring to think too much, he quickly assured her, "No problem, I'll prepare well these next few days."

"Hopefully, this only contains planning reports for sixth-generation fighter jets and industrial development recommendations..."

At this moment, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have noticed something and asked curiously, "Are there any specific industrial plans or industrial designs?"

"No……"

Wang Xingguo honestly said, "He said he hadn't studied or researched these things, and could only offer some technical plans. He wouldn't give advice on other areas because he didn't understand them, for fear of causing problems."

"If he's interested, he can learn from it. It's not much different from being the chief engineer of your R&D projects. It's all about adapting to local conditions and people, breaking things down and making good arrangements."

Didn't he do a great job on the WZ-8 project?

I have reviewed the project development records you compiled. He has a complete understanding of the entire project and can break it down and arrange tasks with ease.

This radar is a project, the WZ-8 reconnaissance aircraft is a project, an industry is a project, an industrial system is a project—there's no fundamental difference between them.

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled softly, their tone seemingly filled with anticipation: "I hope he has great talent and a long-term vision regarding these technological directions, breakthroughs, and the future of the industry."

A person's time and energy are ultimately limited, so try not to waste them on areas where others can take their place...

This... is not about training a chief engineer to tackle key research and development challenges on a project.

Is this an attempt to cultivate a chief engineer, or rather... a chief designer, for tackling key challenges in the development of the science and technology industry?

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingguo seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened as he didn't know how to respond.

"There's no need to rush this. We hope he has talent, but he's still young. As his elders, you should guide him appropriately and take it slowly..."

The leader smiled, gave a few instructions, and then hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Wang Xingguo put the receiver back, still unable to believe it: "The boss has such high expectations for this kid?"

But as soon as he said that, Wang Xingguo thought of the supporting military camp near Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group and the entire special forces squadron, and realized that he had been slow to react.

"Damn it, we really did benefit from this..."

Wang Xingguo was stunned for a moment, then his face broke into a wide smile.

I have high hopes for it.

The higher the expectations, the brighter Lin Dong's future will be...

Although I was initially reluctant to take the blame for this kid, I was more concerned with protecting a pillar of the nation.

But after spending so much time together, he genuinely liked the kid. He was so young yet had achieved so much, and he was still so composed, low-key, and unassuming, and he kept learning and improving every day.

Unlike that kid Wang Rui, who hasn't accomplished anything at his age but is already swaggering around, and even goes out dressed like a chicken feather...

Ding-dong-

Before Wang Xingguo could finish his reflection, an email suddenly popped up on the computer on the table.

[Chief Engineer Xie of Changfeng Electromechanical Research Institute]: Thank you, Engineer Wang. Your solution perfectly solved our problem of locking onto and pursuing moving targets during missile reentry in space.

I don’t know if we will have time next, but we can form a joint research and development team to tackle the remaining problems of this anti-ship missile.

What is that?

Missile re-entering into space?

Anti-ship ballistic missile?

When did I solve the ballistic missile problem?

Wang Xingguo was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the pop-up email.

next moment.

He seemed to realize something and hurriedly grabbed the mouse to open the email that Lin Dong had just sent.

[Wang Xingguo]: Thank you, the problem has been solved. The password sequence is 132. Please check and verify.

"Attachment, attachment..."

Wang Xingguo quickly opened the attachments stored on the local server within the intranet, but found that the time lock had not been triggered outside the intranet environment.

Enter the password in order, and immediately, a missile aerodynamic layout and a document pop up...

Move the mouse, scroll down the document, and skip a series of data formulas.

When he saw the description "the missile re-enters the atmosphere from space...", his mind exploded.

"Damn it, Xie Qiming, have you gone mad from working on these projects?!"

Wang Xingguo was stunned for two seconds, and the next second he couldn't help but break down and start cursing: "This is the problem of ballistic missiles re-entering the atmosphere in space and accurately tracking moving targets."

Why are you sending it to me instead of the bases in the Northwest? To Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group?

"Is there not a single expert in our motherland capable of developing hypersonic precision tracking technology? Why do we have to come to Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group for everything, and why do we even need to form a joint research and development team?"

Everyone knows that aerospace and aviation are separate entities.

This ballistic missile is a standard spacecraft; it flies high enough to leave the atmosphere.

Although subsequent reentry into the atmosphere and precise pursuit of the target are possible, this brings us back to the realm of aerodynamic layout and aerodynamic control.

But the initial environment is different, the initial parameters are different, and the final treatment plan is also different. And most importantly, he knows absolutely nothing about aerospace-related stuff!

He works on fighter jets, not spaceplanes.

All the things I've ever built in my life have been wandering around in the atmosphere at an altitude of 5 meters. I don't even know what space looks like!

What baffled him even more was...

This old fellow Xie Qiming seems to be suffering from a fear of leaking secrets syndrome.

The first email didn't reveal any project information, so he assumed it was a purely aviation-related problem and handed it over to Lin Dong to handle.

If he had known that this was a technical challenge involving ballistic missiles re-entering space and then precisely pursuing targets at hypersonic speeds, he would have immediately refused.

This indicates that Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) specializes in aircraft and is not familiar with spacecraft.

"What a tragedy!"

Looking at Xie Qiming's email with the phrase "perfectly resolved," and then at Lin Dong's reply... no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find any way to explain or cover it up.

After all, the email that Lin Dong replied to while helping him level up was a step-by-step response with a clear overall approach, comprehensive content, and complete references, just like a tutor's standard answer to a student's question.

Such a professional and comprehensive response made it impossible for him to admit that he was talking nonsense and didn't understand the issue of ballistic missile reentry into space.

"Should I get sick and go to the hospital to recuperate for three months?"

Wang Xingguo couldn't think of a way to evade the issue. Listening to the footsteps of the security personnel patrolling outside, he suddenly thought of an excuse to feign illness.

But the next moment, he thought of the small meeting next week where the leader needed him to give a report on behalf of Lin Dong, and he dismissed the idea.

This meeting, barring any unforeseen circumstances, concerns the industrial foundation for the sixth-generation fighter jet that he is so concerned about, and the overall plan for the country's industrial upgrading... In this situation, there is no way he can feign illness.

But you can't fake illness; you can't avoid the ballistic missile issue...

"This kid is really going to die at your hands!"

Wang Xingguo looked at the email again carefully, noticing the words "ballistic missile" and "space reentry".

Although they didn't understand when this kid had learned about ballistic missiles over the years, they obviously couldn't care less at this point.

What he needs to do is figure out how to get this matter on the agenda as quickly as possible... but he has no experience in aerospace, so he really can't handle this at all.

Thinking of this, Wang Xingguo took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he picked up his secure phone and dialed a familiar number.

A few minutes later, after the number was transferred to a human twice, a gentle and familiar voice came from the receiver.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Xingguo couldn't hold back any longer and cried out in a voice filled with sorrow and grievance, "Wife, save me..."