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The shoulder-mounted missile bay is the most demanding job in terms of patience.

Li Yichen took out the first batch of miniature gyroscopes from the materials cabinet. The cylinders, about the thickness of a thumb, gleamed a dark silver under the light. He squatted down next to the shoulder armor of the battle armor and used tweezers to fill the projectile casing with solid propellant premix, the amount of propellant in each one accurate to a fraction of a gram.

Load the propellant. Seal the valve. Weld the tail fin. Install the guidance head.

Twelve pieces. Six on each shoulder.

The design of the ejection launch pod was the most challenging. The shoulder joint has a range of motion from -70 degrees to +120 degrees, and the ejection mechanism must be able to eject normally and without jamming at any angle.

During the first test, the preload of the ejection spring was insufficient, and the missile wobbled twice inside the chamber before ejecting.

It's ruined. Let's start over.

The second time, the ejection angle was off by three degrees, and it hit the inner wall of the shoulder armor the moment it exited the cabin.

obsolete.

The third time. The fourth time. The fifth time.

Each time it's disassembled, the entire shoulder armor module has to be removed, the angle of the ejection rail adjusted, and then it reassembled. The screws are so small they're like sesame seeds; the slightest tremor and they'll slip out and fall to the ground, taking forever to find.

Four in the morning. The sixth time.

The ejection angle and force were correct, but the hinge of the launch canopy interfered with the rotation trajectory of the shoulder joint—the canopy would be blocked and unable to open when the arm was raised more than 90 degrees.

Li Yichen slammed the welding torch on the table.

"Hold."

I lowered my head and closed my eyes for two seconds. I went over the design drawings again in my mind and shifted the hinge installation position outward by 0.8 millimeters.

The seventh time.

Click.

The ejection bay hatch pops open. The missile slides out. Precise angle. No interference.

He lifted the shoulder armor and examined it three times, then manually simulated more than a dozen different arm-raising movements.

All green.

At 5:40 a.m., all twelve miniature missiles were returned to their positions.

Ling'er's notification popped up from the watch.

"The fire control protocol is ready. I can lock onto twelve independent targets simultaneously and guide the attack one by one. Bro, your missile may only be as thick as a thumb, but the kill radius of that fragmentation warhead is enough to take down a light armored vehicle."

"Um."

Li Yichen put down his tools and stretched. His spine cracked three times.

No time to rest. Next item.

It was exactly six o'clock. He pulled open the large drawer at the very bottom of the materials cabinet.

Tungsten alloy armor-piercing rod core. Boron carbide shell prefabrication. Miniature rocket motor.

Armor-piercing projectiles embedded in the left forearm – a trump card for close-range attacks.

Theoretically, it can penetrate 600 millimeters of homogeneous armor. That's about the level of frontal protection the T-72 has.

This projectile was three times larger than the smaller parts on the shoulder, and it was mounted below the outer armor plate of the left forearm. The rail deployed, and it was fired. It was a single-use, one-shot missile.

The turning of the armor-piercing rod core took two hours. The tungsten alloy was ridiculously hard, and we had to change the cutting tool three times.

The sintering temperature for the boron carbide shell needs to reach 1,800 degrees Celsius, and the small sintering furnace in the laboratory is barely sufficient.

Li Yichen watched the thermometer numbers climb. While waiting, he turned around and prepared a hip decoy.

Sixteen heat-source tracer rounds are distributed in miniature catapults on both sides of the waist. The structure is simple—thermite filling, time-delay fuse, and propellant.

It is mainly used to counter infrared-guided shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles.

9:20 AM. The sintering of the armor-piercing projectile casing is complete.

Wearing heat-resistant gloves, he picked up the bright red shell and placed it on the cooling rack.

While the rocket is cooling down, the armor-piercing core is inserted into the pre-reserved missile cavity, the tail fins are fixed, and the rocket engine is connected.

A little past ten o'clock. The armor-piercing projectile was assembled. It slid into the left forearm slide rail, and the locking mechanism engaged.

Manual test – the forearm rotates 90 degrees, the slide rail pops out, and two-thirds of the projectile is exposed.

perfect.

Now, the last big one.

Back-launched ground-attack rocket system.

This thing is the largest and most powerful. Four rockets are mounted on a detachable rack on its back, specifically designed to strike hard targets.

The mounting bracket itself wasn't difficult. The challenge lay in manufacturing the four rockets.

The projectile consists of a body, a propulsion section, a warhead, and a fuse. Each one is assembled from its individual components.

Li Yichen was buried in front of the worktable, his ten fingers dealing with springs, wires, and explosives.

Only the muffled clanging of metal and the occasional low curse remained in the laboratory.

It was exactly 1 p.m.

The fuse of the last rocket was tightened.

The four projectiles were mounted on the back rack. The latches were locked in place.

He took two steps back.

The armor lay on the worktable. It featured missile launch bays that were slightly raised on both sides of the shoulders, a slender sliding rail gap on the outside of the left forearm, sixteen miniature ejection ports on the waist, and a heavy quad rocket rack on the back.

It weighs 30 kilograms more than when it came in yesterday.

It looks much uglier now.

But every new bump is potentially deadly.

He shook his aching wrists and propped his armor up on the worktable. He turned around and retreated with his back to it.

The clicking sound of the armor plates snapping shut echoed through the laboratory. The shoulder armor snapped shut, the greaves locked in place, and finally the helmet flipped up from the back of the neck, snapping shut on the face.

The HUD screen lit up instantly, and data poured in from both sides like a waterfall.

Ling'er's voice was close to my ear.

"All weapon systems are connected. Fire control protocols are loaded. Palm pulse cannons are ready, wrist-cutting lasers are ready, shoulder-mounted missiles are ready, armor-piercing rounds are ready, decoy rounds are ready, and ground-attack rockets are ready."

She paused.

"Brother, should we do a live-fire test?"

"Walk."

The laboratory's metal door popped open from the inside.

Gu Shounian leaned against the wall across the corridor. He didn't sit. He had stood all night. The soles of his military boots had scraped two shallow marks on the floor tiles.

The moment the door opened, he sprang to his feet.

Then it froze.

The thing that came out of the door was completely different from the thing that went in yesterday.

The raised launch bays on both shoulders, the towering rocket racks on the back, and the cannon muzzles that faintly glow blue in the palms—the entire suit of armor exudes a cold, metallic killing intent.

Gu Shounian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"This...you only lasted one night..."

Li Yichen's voice came from behind the mask, hoarse from not having drunk water for more than ten hours.

"Where is the testing ground? Give me ten minutes."

Underground firing range.

Three scrapped BTR-80 armored personnel carriers were pushed 500 meters away. The gray-green paint was peeling off and old bullet holes remained on the vehicles.

Li Yichen stood at the firing line.

Raise your right palm.

Gathering strength.

Deep within the palm, blue and white light rapidly gathered, turning from dim to dazzling in just two seconds.

Then, a beam of light shot out.

There was no sound. Or rather, before the sound could even reach their ears, the beam of light had already pierced through the first armored vehicle.

A hole the size of a bowl was burned into the front of the vehicle.

The edges of the steel plate were curled outwards, a scorching red.

Rapid fire.

Three seconds. Six beams of light.

The second armored vehicle was riddled with six holes from front to back, and caught fire inside, with black smoke billowing out of each hole simultaneously.

Li Yichen turned halfway around.

The launch hatches on both sides of the shoulder armor popped open simultaneously.

Hiss—hiss.

Two small, white objects, each about the thickness of a thumb, shot out, trailing plumes of smoke.

They hit the engine compartment and driver's cab of the third vehicle precisely, one after the other.

A muffled thud.

The vehicle was blown in two; the front half flipped over and crashed to the ground, while the rear half remained burning.

The firing range fell silent.

Behind the observation window, Gu Shounian's teacup remained untouched. The tea had long since gone cold.

The three technical officers who had been temporarily summoned exchanged glances, but no one spoke first.

Li Yichen turned and walked back. His mask rose.

A face covered in grease, worn from working for over ten hours, was revealed, but its eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

"The weapons are fine."

He stepped into the observation room.

"Give me the precise coordinates of the target factory, real-time satellite imagery, the deployment of rebel forces, and the latest status of the trapped personnel. Everything."

War room.

A giant electronic map filled the entire wall. A red circle enclosed a blue square in the middle.

The intelligence officer stood beside the map, a laser pointer moving across the screen.

"The target is located on the outskirts of Albala, a city in the southern part of Casale. The factory is surrounded on all sides. The enemy force is estimated to be three to four hundred men, mainly equipped with AK series rifles, and several RPG rocket launchers."

The laser pointer is placed on the two red triangle marks.

"Two T-72 main battle tanks. Suspected to have been provided by the United States through a third-party channel. In addition, there is an unknown number of modified drones used for reconnaissance."

Li Yichen stared at the two triangles.

He tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Where are the trapped people?"

"One hundred and thirty-seven citizens of Great Xia. Twenty-three women, eleven children, and eight elderly people over sixty years old. The water outage lasted for more than sixteen hours."

Li Yichen stood up straight.

"These two tanks are the biggest threat. My plan is to—infiltrate from high altitude, first use ground-to-ground rockets to take out the tanks and heavy firepower points, then use palm-sized cannons and shoulder-mounted missiles to suppress the infantry, and finally land and clear the area. The whole process will take fifteen minutes, giving them no time to react."

Gu Shounian interjected.

"There's one more thing. Five kilometers north of the factory is a US 'military observation post,' which is actually an intelligence center. Your actions will be detected by their satellites and radar."

"What can they possibly film?"

"An unidentified flying object."

"Can this be traced back to us?"

"No. You don't belong to any military unit, and your armor doesn't have a transponder. If you're at high enough altitude, satellites can only capture a point of light."

"That's enough."

Li Yichen turned and walked out.

"I'm setting off now. Cruising at Mach 4, it will take four and a half hours. The arrival time will be exactly 2:30 a.m. local time—a night raid is the most effective."

In the corridor.

"Brother—"

Li Yichen stopped in his tracks.

Gu Shounian stood behind him, his fists clenched at his sides, knuckles cracking. He opened his mouth.

The last four words.

"be safe."

Li Yichen turned around and smiled.

"Brother Gu, I'm wearing equipment worth two billion, with enough firepower to flatten half a camp, to fight a bunch of guerrillas with AKs."

The mask fell off. The crisp sound of metal snapping together echoed in the corridor.

"They are the ones who should be concerned about their safety."

Six o'clock in the evening. The tarmac.

The setting sun turned the entire sky a dark red.

Li Yichen stood fully armed in the center of the runway. His silver-gray armor gleamed sharply in the backlight, with rocket pylons mounted high on his back.

Ling'er's voice was close to my ear.

"Flight planning complete. Cruising altitude 30,000 meters, complete silence. Expected arrival at target airspace at 2:30 AM local time."

"All systems are ready."

The vector nozzle emitted the first wisp of white-blue flame.

Both feet off the ground.

It broke the sound barrier in ten seconds. Thirty seconds later, the silver speck of light merged into the dark red sky and disappeared.

On the ground, Gu Shounian looked up, watching the streak of light being swallowed up by the night.

His fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

From now on, all he can do is wait.

At an altitude of 30,000 meters, the temperature is -56 degrees Celsius. The air is so thin it's practically nonexistent.

Li Yichen sliced ​​through the night sky at Mach 4, his aircraft enveloped in a thin layer of plasma glow. The ground beneath his feet went completely dark, the city lights grew increasingly sparse, until only vast expanses of black remained.

Thousands of kilometers away, 137 people huddled in a dark factory.

There was no water. There was no electricity. There was no light.

Unbeknownst to them, the thing that was saving them was streaking across the night sky at a speed of over 1,300 meters per second.