Traveling Back to the 1960s: The Entire Internet Teaches Me How to Build Missiles

Sergei Popovkin's statement was somewhat alarmist, but it was indeed true.

Because Ye Ling's instruction was to extract knowledge from the Surinamese experts by any means necessary, taking whatever little bit they could get.

Therefore, even if some comrades were unwilling, they still faithfully carried out orders, and even when they saw Xie Lieping, the group leader they disliked the most, they could still salute with a fake smile.

Once everyone has gone far away, they'll quietly mutter, "The swill expert is here," and then everyone will cover their mouths and chuckle.

In addition, the newly built guesthouse and airport at Base 10 have also been put into use.

Under Ye Ling's arrangement, a special plane was dispatched from Jingzhou to bring over several cases of vodka.

That evening, Ye Linghe and Political Commissar Sun warmly hosted a banquet, inviting the Sulian expert group to dine at the new guesthouse.

After the banquet came the dance. As the band from the cultural troupe played the lively "Katyusha," the exquisitely made-up women entered, their cheeks slightly flushed, and invited Shelepin, Popovkin, and others to dance.

Having tasted vodka, the experts could not resist the enthusiasm of the women and immediately chose their dance partners to go on stage.

For a moment, the older brothers, accompanied by this joyful Surinamese folk song, danced with their heads bobbing and swaying, completely absorbed in the music.

"Pah! She's so fat, and she's still dancing? She waddles around like a giant black bear, her figure is ugly!"

By the dance floor, Jiang Weimin drank a bowl of cold water and cursed angrily.

Zhou Yunxiao laughed heartily, "Old Jiang, I think you're jealous. You can't even hold hands with any of the women in the cultural troupe, but you end up holding hands with that bear Xie Lieping. You're not happy about it, are you?"

Old Tian, ​​the instructor of the third division, came over and winked at him, saying:

"Old Jiang, you'd better stop thinking about the women in our cultural troupe. They wouldn't even look at a roughneck like you. They'd prefer someone like Comrade Xiao Zhou, who's educated."

"Who...who's after them?" Jiang Weimin stammered, trying to justify himself. "Besides, this isn't the old society anymore; everyone's equal now, okay?"

Old Tian chuckled, "If you want to get married, go and register with Ye Ling. I heard they allocated two hundred matchmaking slots to our base; they're all renovated from the Eight Great Hutongs. You can get your marriage certificate just by going!"

"Go away... go to hell! I'd never marry a prostitute!"

"Hey, you were just saying everyone is equal, but now you've changed your mind. You're such a hypocrite!"

Zhou Yunxiao listened to Jiang Weimin and Lao Tian bickering and smiled knowingly.

At that moment, he saw a lonely Surian girl sitting at a table not far away.

He recognized the man; he seemed to be Lieutenant Lyudmila, the head of the expert team's data storage group.

Xie Lieping affectionately called her "Zoya" of the expert group, though the meaning behind it was unclear. However, Lyudmila was a proud and aloof person, and was jokingly called "Cold Beauty" and "Big White Goose" by her comrades at the Dongfeng Base.

Because no matter how she walks or talks, she's like a big white goose, so proud she almost holds her head up to the sky.

Before Zhou Yunxiao could think further, Jiang Weimin and Lao Tian started talking about the "fifth instruction" again.

Jiang Weimin said, "Learn, learn, learn my ass! Those Surian big brothers have long since turned bad, even worse than Huang Shiren and Nan Batian. Our First Squadron had a telemetry vehicle that broke down the day it was transported off the train. Guess what? When we opened it up for inspection, there was a tattered rag stuffed inside the engine!"

Lao Tian echoed this sentiment, saying, "Our fire truck from the third division is supposed to be new, but Lao Lu, who is in charge of maintenance, said that the parts of that truck are almost worn out and it has been used for at least seven or eight years. Only the paint is new."

"Look at this, isn't this Huang Shiren or Nan Batian? And he's even studying?"

Jiang Weimin said indignantly, "The only thing Brother Sulian sold us was brand new axes. He sold us 800 of them in one go. Hey, our base has more than 50 cooking squads, and each squad can get about ten axes. If we use one a year, we won't have to worry about chopping wood and cooking for the next ten years."

Old Tian took a sip of tea, glanced sideways at the people on the dance floor, and raised an eyebrow at Zhou Yunxiao and Jiang Weimin, saying:

"Do you know how much those axes cost?"

He glared at us, raised his hand to form an "8," and exclaimed, "80 yuan a bunch! That's enough to buy a thousand kilograms of millet! That would be enough for an average family of five to eat for half a year! Isn't this ripping off honest people?"

"Damn, so that's how it is! You guys can learn from me, I'm not doing it anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Weimin slammed his hand on the table, his eyes blazing with a look that seemed to wish Sulian would vomit back those 800,000 jin of millet.

The comrades around them also gathered around upon hearing the commotion, chiming in with their own opinions and accusing the older brothers of various misconducts.

Even the instructor of the cultural troupe complained that Xie Lieping smelled bad, and the female comrades didn't want to dance with him. He also had to do ideological work with the girls every day.

Captain Geng, who was in charge of air-to-air missile testing at the Second Division, shouted:

"To accommodate these people, we pilots haven't eaten fruit for half a month. The food, supposedly from a flight kitchen, is barely better than eating wild vegetables!"

Staff Officer Huang, who is in charge of ship-to-shore missiles at the Fourth Division, said:

"During the previous missile joint training exercise, they deliberately scrambled the equipment's passwords. When they needed to use it, they realized they had forgotten the passwords and had to restart the shipment from Suriname, which caused a delay of a month!"

At this moment, Zhou Yunxiao saw Political Commissar Sun come over with his hands behind his back and stand behind everyone with a smile.

He was about to speak when he saw the political commissar shake his head slightly and wink at him, signaling him not to rush and to let the comrades vent first.

Zhou Yunxiao remained seated.

He was actually somewhat surprised. He knew that the comrades at the base had long been dissatisfied with the Sullian experts, but he hadn't expected it to have reached the point of widespread public resentment.

Even viewers in the live stream couldn't stand it anymore.

Is this broken axe made of vibranium like Captain America's? This isn't business, this is outright robbery!

Stuffing rags into engines, painting old cars green and selling them as new... Good heavens, even unscrupulous used car dealers in 2026 would be groveling before them!

[Don't learn their technology. If you want to learn how to build missiles, the millions of viewers in the live stream will teach you!]

Jiang Weimin suddenly nudged Zhou Yunxiao's arm, "Yunxiao, say something too! They only know how to bully us, what are they learning from us!"

Zhou Yunxiao pursed his lips.

Although emotionally he wanted to stand with these comrades and condemn Big Brother Sullian's various actions.

At the same time, he also knew that he should help Commissar Sun stop this trend, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable if everyone continued to vent like this.

So, Zhou Yunxiao cleared his throat and said, "Let me tell you a story. In the late Spring and Autumn Period, there were two neighboring states in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River that were sworn enemies. One day, King Fuchai of Wu defeated King Goujian of Yue in the Battle of Fujiao..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Jiang Weimin quickly interrupted, "I know, it's just the story of enduring hardship and biding one's time, why are you bringing that up? You were forcing Xie Lieping to eat swill a while ago, why are you siding with them now?"

Zhou Yunxiao looked at everyone's expressions and smiled slightly.

"Alright, let's not talk about enduring hardship and biding our time. So, do you think you're more capable or smarter than leaders like Director Chen, Deputy Director Ping, and Dean Qian?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was so frightened that they quickly waved their hands.

Political Commissar Sun, who had been standing at the back of the crowd listening to the opinions of the grassroots, couldn't help but become interested and wanted to hear what kind of reasoning this young man could come up with.

Jiang Weimin said, "Yunxiao, comparing us to Director Chen and Deputy Director Ping is just making fun of us! When Director Chen was fighting the Japanese, even Ye Ling was just a lowly company commander. We were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

This is true; when it comes to Chen Zhizhong and Ping Huanzhang, these two formidable generals, everyone admires them.

Old Tian from the Second Department said, "As for Dean Qian, we can't compare at all. What kind of brain does he have? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's made of gold. He can write out a simple equation that we could rack our brains for a lifetime and still not understand..."

Seeing that everyone was so "self-aware," Zhou Yunxiao nodded.

"That's right. So please think about it carefully. The axe, broken equipment, and used car that we got in exchange for this thousand catties of millet were a deal that Director Chen, Deputy Director Ping, and Dean Qian personally went to Surian and went through a lot of trouble to negotiate."

"Will this axe be of any help to our scientific research? Is it worth exchanging half a year's worth of food for a family of five? Can't our respected Director Chen and Dean Qian even see this? Are they willing to be fools and be deceived?"