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"Is multi-system joint operations the future direction, building upon the foundation of sixth-generation fighters?"

Lin Weiliang paused, his expression uncertain, and asked, "A combined land, sea, and air system—with so many weapon platforms and so many branches of the armed forces working together—is that really possible?"

He was able to propose that swarms of drones and packs of robotic dogs work together in coordinated operations.

This is because both systems inherently possess intelligent combat modes and have been designed with intelligent collaboration capabilities from the outset, and they share a common origin.

In this way, he only needs to build an intermediate central node to connect the two systems and provide sufficient computing power, then the drone and the robotic dog will automatically learn and coordinate.

But now Lin Dong's system concept involves the coordinated operation of the entire land, sea and air system, and involves hundreds of different combat platforms of various sizes.

Simply combining these platforms is a terrifying undertaking.

Not to mention the need for intelligent collaborative operations, which require minimizing response delays and intelligent decision-making time.

"Let's take it slow. Start with drones and robotic dogs, then integrate army infantry and artillery, followed by conventional missile units and rocket artillery, and then fighter jets..."

Lin Dong briefly explained the directions, then took out several lists from his pocket and handed them to Lin Weiliang: "This is a list of information I've compiled. Dad, take a look when you have time."

Develop it step by step, learn it one step at a time. Email me if you have any questions.

"..."

Lin Weiliang looked at the list in his hand, gritting his teeth, and said, "You brat, can I take back the email I sent you today?"

He wanted to create a tank hub to integrate swarm drones and wolf pack robotic dogs, allowing the two systems to work together.

How did it all turn into a coordinated effort involving all branches of the armed forces (land, sea, and air), all combat platforms, and multiple systems in the hands of this scoundrel? I didn't ask you to upgrade!

"Land, sea, and air—multi-system collaboration—ushers in a completely new mode of warfare... This is the true king of war!"

Seeing Lin Weiliang's gritted teeth, Lin Dong shrugged and said, "Dad, such a great achievement, and it doesn't even need to be completed immediately, don't you really want it?"

"...Are you sure it's not urgent?"

Lin Weiliang's expression relaxed slightly, but he still seemed somewhat disbelieving as he asked, "We don't have to keep chasing after them?"

"No rush."

Lin Dong nodded: "This is a ten-year project, with multiple phases of refinement. There's even more time available than studying and researching mechanical dogs!"

"Then... I'll do it!"

Lin Weiliang gritted his teeth and chose to trust this unfilial son one more time!

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The following morning, at Xu Ziming's home.

Xu Qingling got up before eight o'clock, wearing a set of flannel cartoon winter pajamas. Holding Zhou Xiaoyan's hand, she said with a face full of reluctance, "Mom, aren't you doing test flight work? Why do you have to go on a business trip again, and for so long..."

"A batch of equipment is being delivered for the first time, and Mom will definitely be there."

When Zhou Xiaoyan saw that Xu Qingling had grabbed her hand, she turned around with a gentle yet helpless expression: "You're so grown up now, in junior high school, and you're still acting like this."

"You promised me a few years ago that I wouldn't have to go on business trips anymore."

As Xu Qingling spoke, she looked at Xu Ziming, who was also packing his things, and said with red eyes and a wronged expression, "Besides, it's one thing for you to go on a business trip, but why does Dad have to go on a business trip at this time too? This way, I'll be home alone."

"Dad will probably be back in about two weeks..."

Xu Ziming comforted Xu Qingling, then paused when he saw his daughter's tearful face, and continued, "Your mother and Aunt Xia have already agreed that your mother and I will be away from home for the next two weeks, so you can stay there for a while."

"what?"

Xu Qingling's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Xu Ziming and Zhou Xiaoyan: "You just sold me out like that?"

"Alright, stop acting, or I'll burst out laughing."

Looking at Xu Qingling's expression, Zhou Xiaoyan pulled her suitcase over and said, "Xiaodong will come over later to help you carry your things. Be careful when you get to your Aunt Xia's house. Help with some chores and don't sleep in every day. Your dad and I are leaving now."

"I'll take you."

Xu Qingling let go of his hand and considerately helped Xu Ziming pick up his backpack before seeing the two of them out.

"..."

Xu Ziming's eyes twitched involuntarily as he watched his daughter's aggrieved expression vanish instantly.

But seeing that it was getting late, he didn't linger and pulled his suitcase towards the door.

Zhou Xiaoyan gave Xu Qingling some instructions, and when the elevator arrived, she quickly followed Xu Ziming downstairs.

Ding-dong-

The elevator doors closed.

The number of floors began to decrease.

Before Xu Qingling could return, another elevator arrived and stopped at the floor.

Lin Dong came out with his keys and saw Xu Qingling standing outside the elevator in a fluffy nightgown. He paused for a moment, then asked, "How did you know I was coming up?"

"My parents just went downstairs, and I came out to see them off," Xu Qingling said, pouting slightly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Although I was surprised to hear that I wasn't home alone, but had been staying at Lin Dong's house, the unexpected joy dispelled most of my grievances.

But seeing Xu Ziming and Zhou Xiaoyan leave, and knowing that they wouldn't be able to see each other for at least half a month, he couldn't help but feel down.

Lin Dong's gaze lingered on Xu Qingling's slightly reddened eyes for a moment. He reached out and patted her head, smiling as he said, "After school, video chat with Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhou. You'll be back in half a month."

It is now December 2012. In August, the latest version of WeChat launched the video call function, allowing people who are away from home to see the faces of their parents and relatives even if they are thousands of miles apart.

"Uh-huh."

Xu Qingling rubbed against Lin Dong's palm like a kitten, her uncomfortable expression softening a bit: "I'll video call them later."

"Can."

Lin Dong smiled and walked towards Xu Qingling's room: "Hurry up and brush your teeth, come with me."

My mom left you breakfast. I'll pack your clothes for you. Just bring a few sets of clothes; you don't need to bring a toothbrush or towel, there are new ones over there.

"Wait! Don't move!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingling seemed to suddenly realize something and woke up with a start. Her face flushed, she caught up with Lin Dong, grabbed him, and pressed him down on the sofa: "I'll clean up myself, you don't need to do anything."

"Well……"

Seeing Xu Qingling's reaction, Lin Dong nodded and said, "Okay, I won't do anything."

"I'll be quick, just sit for a bit, don't come in," Xu Qingling emphasized, then grabbed a suitcase and ran back to her room, followed by the sound of the wardrobe door being pulled open.

Hearing the sounds coming from inside the room, Lin Dong didn't go in. Instead, he looked at the balcony where clothes were drying.

When she saw several pieces of second-stage underwear that she hadn't seen before on the balcony, a look of realization dawned on her eyes.

No wonder I didn't ask for help cleaning up.

It turns out I recently got some new equipment, and I'm still getting used to it and a little shy.

Having figured out the reason, Lin Dong didn't expose it.

Patiently wait for Xu Qingling to finish packing her clothes, brushing her teeth, and changing into a light down jacket before going downstairs together to Lin Dong's house in the next building.

The wind downstairs was stronger than upstairs, causing the roadside trees to sway incessantly. The two of them hunched their shoulders and quickly ran to the elevator lobby of the building next door.

As they took the elevator up to their floor, Zhang Xiali had already opened the door.

A rich aroma wafted out from inside the door, carrying the spicy scent of chili oil and Sichuan peppercorns.

"Qingling, come in quickly!"

Zhang Xiali took the suitcase from Xu Qingling: "There are still some guokui (a type of flatbread) and wontons in the kitchen. Just ask Xiaodong to add some soup and bring them out for you to eat."

"Aunt Xia, there's no need for Lin Dong, I can handle it myself."

Xu Qingling took Zhang Xiali's arm and said with a friendly smile, "It's been so long since I've had Aunt Xiali's breakfast. I feel like I could eat two big bowls. The portion he brought wasn't enough."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiali smiled happily: "Then Auntie won't have to work overtime for a while, you can eat here every day, and you can come over every day from now on..."

"..."

Lin Dong looked at the two of them, one warm and considerate, the other kind and coaxing.

Shaking his head wisely, he didn't get involved. He changed into a pair of warm shoes and went into the study to check Wang Xingguo's email to see if there was anything he needed to do.