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Silver-gray specks of light streaked across the skyline of Shanghai, disappearing into the clouds in an instant.

Shanghai Military Region Radar Station.

The duty officer stared at the high-speed moving signal that suddenly popped up on the screen, and his right hand instinctively reached for the alarm button.

My finger hovered two centimeters above the red button.

Then he remembered the notice that Colonel Gu had personally issued that morning.

He withdrew his hand. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead and nose. He reported into the microphone, "Target has entered the military region's airspace, confirmed as friendly, designation 'Tianbing-01'."

Central training ground of the military region.

The 200-meter square paved concrete area has been cleared. Three layers of cordon have been set up around it. Two HQ-9 air defense missile launchers are parked on both sides of the training ground, with their guns pointing upwards.

This is not directed at Li Yichen.

It's the usual practice.

Deputy Commander Liu Guoliang stood on the command platform, his hands behind his back. Behind him followed a large group of officers and researchers, at least forty or fifty people. Some carried laptops, some carried high-speed cameras, and some clutched spectrum analyzers.

Everyone's necks were tilted back.

A deep, rumbling sound came from the sky. Low-frequency vibrations poured down from above, buzzing and echoing in my chest.

A silver-gray dot swooped down from the clouds, its speed almost irrational.

It suddenly decelerated at an altitude of fifty meters above the ground.

The vector nozzle instantly reversed direction. The airflow violently spread in all directions. A white shock ring of dust was whipped up from the ground, slapping the faces of the nearest officers. Some of them covered their hats and took two steps back.

The armored figure landed on its feet.

The metal sole of the boot struck the concrete surface, sending a jolt through the entire training ground. The ground cracked in a spiderweb pattern.

The words of forty or fifty people were stuck in their throats.

The V-shaped mask folded up, revealing Li Yichen's face. A young man in his early twenties, his hair slightly disheveled by the wind, his expression relaxed.

Gu Shounian was the first to step forward.

He reached out and patted his shoulder armor. The knuckles struck the metal with a crisp sound.

"Dude, you're pretty cool."

"We were flying a bit too fast; we almost missed the landing zone."

The crowd hadn't recovered yet.

But the three old men had already rushed out.

With his white hair, he was in his sixties or seventies, yet his pace was incredibly fast. He ran even faster than the young officers in their thirties behind him.

The leader was thin and wore thick-soled reading glasses. His name tag read "Qian Zhiyuan"—a leading expert in materials science.

The second one was more robust, wearing an old-fashioned blue-gray uniform from a military research institute—"Sun Weide," specializing in power systems.

The third person was the tallest, hunched over, leaning on a stainless steel cane in his right hand. He walked up to Li Yichen and tossed the cane aside. "Zhao Hongfei"—Ergonomics major.

Three old men circled around the armor.

He ran his fingers across the nail surface while muttering to himself.

Old Qian squatted down, placed his hands on the carbon fiber titanium alloy composite armor plates on his thighs, and rubbed them back and forth with his fingertips.

These materials have all been recast by Li Yichen.

"The layered structure of this material..."

He was shaking all over.

"Young man, this thing—I've never seen anything like it before." Looking up at Li Yichen, his eyes behind his reading glasses were bloodshot. "It's at least twenty years ahead of our lab's latest findings. Twenty years!"

Old Sun had already crouched down next to the back power unit, his ear pressed against it.

"The thrust density of this vectoring nozzle..." He suddenly stood up straight, his face flushed. "My God, what's the thrust-to-weight ratio of a single nozzle? What is it?!"

Old Zhao was even more ingenious. He used both hands to pry open the right knuckles of the armor, observing the movement trajectory of the miniature hydraulic cylinder up close. After watching for three seconds, his entire leg began to tremble.

"Twenty-eight degrees of freedom... that sensor density... impossible, even theoretically impossible..."

Seeing the three elderly people blushing and their blood pressure soaring, Li Yichen felt a chill run down his spine.

These three are all national treasures.

"Gentlemen," he quickly said. "Please calm down, don't get too agitated. Let's sit down and talk things over—"

Professor Qian ignored him. He clung to the calf plates of his armor with both hands, refusing to let go. Several young researchers nearby wanted to help him up, but dared not interrupt.

It took the three of them a full five minutes to finally calm down.

Mr. Qian was the first to ask a question. He pushed up his reading glasses, his hands still trembling.

"Xiao Li, what exactly is the power source for this suit of armor?"

He lowered his voice.

"In my judgment, no battery currently in mass production globally, including the Thor battery you produced, could support this level of continuous output."

Li Yichen did not hide anything.

"Miniature hydrogen fuel cells".

The four words fell.

The three elderly people were stunned at the same time.

Old Zhao's mouth opened, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Old Sun pushed up his reading glasses, his voice cracking: "Hydrogen fuel cells... globally, they currently only exist in the theoretical model stage in laboratories. You mean... you've built one?"

"It's built."

Li Yichen reached to the side of the power unit on his back and pressed the release button. A fist-sized, silver-white cylinder popped out and was held in his palm.

"And there's more than one. The armor has two in total. One is the main power source, and the other is a backup. Either one can power the entire system on its own."

Three elderly people gathered around.

"A few key parameters," Li Yichen said, holding the battery up to the three of them. "Single-cell output power exceeds fifteen megawatts. Energy conversion efficiency: ninety-three percent."

He paused for a moment.

"Continuous full-load output, 24-hour battery life. Single unit. If two units are used alternately for power, the theoretical maximum capacity doubles."

Old Sun's legs went weak.

His assistant grabbed his arm and braced himself against it.

"This..." Old Sun gripped his assistant's sleeves with both hands, his knuckles cracking. "This is something on par with the Fourth Industrial Revolution..."

Mr. Qian didn't say anything. But he took off his reading glasses.

The eyes behind the glasses were already wet.

I've dedicated my entire life to materials research. I've competed with the world's top laboratories for forty years. I never imagined I'd live to see this thing go from blueprints to reality.

Old Zhao bent down to pick up the cane he had just thrown away, planted it on the ground, and remained silent. The way he looked at the silvery-white cylinder was almost like looking at his own grandson.

Li Yichen reinstalled the battery into the slot on the back. The clips engaged.

"The logic of the entire power system is not complicated," he began, explaining the framework.

It only explains the principles and does not involve core process parameters.

The hydrogen fuel cell converts high-pressure hydrogen into electrical energy, which is then distributed to the limbs and nozzles via carbon nanotube wires. The micro-hydraulic cylinders are electrically driven, with a response time of less than three milliseconds. A sensory neural interface collects the wearer's electromyographic signals, which are then processed and assigned commands in real time by Ling'er's local computing terminal.

"Simply put, it means that as soon as you think about it, the armor moves. The latency is so low that the human body cannot detect it."

The three elderly people nodded repeatedly. The shock gradually transformed into something else.

The kind of fervor that comes with someone who has dedicated their life to scientific research when they encounter cutting-edge topics.

Old Qian grabbed Li Yichen's hand. The old man's hand was cold and rough, but his strength was astonishing.

"Young man, if your system can be mass-produced, it will completely rewrite the individual combat system of our Great Xia."

He stared at Li Yichen. He put his reading glasses back on his nose, and the gaze behind the lenses was frighteningly intense.

"Completely. Rewrite."

Li Yichen didn't reply. He simply nodded.

That concludes the explanation.

From the back of the crowd, a figure that had been silent walked over.

He was in his early sixties. His posture was as upright as a pine tree. Three golden general stars were adorned on his shoulders. His aura was extremely calm and composed. He walked at a leisurely pace, but every step exuded a sense of pressure.

Commander-in-Chief of the Shanghai Military Region. Lieutenant General.

He walked up to Li Yichen and extended his hand.

"Mr. Li, I've heard so much about you. My surname is Zhou, Zhou Chuanying."

Li Yichen grasped it. The other person's palm was very strong. He didn't hesitate and returned the force with the same strength.

They stared at each other for two seconds. Then they let go.

"Seeing this equipment in person today," Zhou Chuanying said, slowly scanning Li Yichen's full suit of armor. "It's ten times more impressive than the reports described."

He paused for a moment.

"Next—we want to see how it performs in actual combat."

Zhou Chuanying turned her head and looked at the row of targets waiting to be positioned at the far end of the training field.

"Would it be convenient for you to conduct some tests?"

Li Yichen put on his mask.

The V-shaped, deep black lens fell down. The HUD lit up again. A blue data stream cascaded across the field of vision. Ling'er's chibi-style figure hopped around twice in the corner, holding up a small sign—"Performance Time!"

"no problem."

His voice came from behind the mask, with a metallic reverberation.

"You can set the questions."

Zhou Jianguo turned his head and waved to the staff officer behind him.

At the far end of the training field, the roar of diesel engines filled the air. Three heavy armored target vehicles were slowly pulled into the field by tractors. Each vehicle had 30-millimeter-thick homogeneous armor steel plates welded to its sides. At the very back, a two-meter-thick reinforced concrete target wall was being towed.

The officers on the sidelines instinctively took a half step back.

The air suddenly became tense.

Ling'er's little figure squatted in the corner of the HUD, swinging her legs, counting the targets on the field on her fingers.

"Brother, three armored vehicles plus a concrete wall."

She tilted her head.

"Could you be a little gentler?"

Li Yichen smiled behind his mask.

What do you think?

Ling'er snapped to attention, raising her little fist above her head.

"Give it your all! Open their eyes!"

On the training field, three armored target vehicles were already parked a hundred meters away. Two thick concrete wall targets stood at the far end, their gray surfaces gleaming roughly in the afternoon sun.

Zhou Jianguo stood on the command platform.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The entire training ground was so quiet you could hear the wind.

The hand falls.

"start."