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

The most notable feature of the Heru XF building is its rapid construction speed.

A building is constructed using precast cement slabs and rough welding work.

The cast iron downpipe on the outer wall, which had endured the wind and rain of the Gobi Desert, clearly could not withstand the explosive force of an adult. As Captain Mu continued to climb, the iron clamp connecting the pipe to the wall quickly cracked.

Captain Mu, who was in mid-air, gripped the wall tightly and slowed down his climbing.

Zhou Yunxiao, who was keeping watch in the distance, felt his heart leap into his throat.

As luck would have it, at that moment, the side door on the first floor was pushed open, and a burly Surinamese expert, wearing a coat, walked out, muttering in Russian.

Then the other person took out a pack of cigarettes from their pocket, struck a match, and lit it.

The scent of tobacco drifted upwards on the night breeze.

Downstairs, the Sullian expert was puffing away on his cigarette, but whenever he looked up, he could see Captain Mu, who was holding onto the drainpipe and not moving.

Fortunately, it was a close call. After finishing his cigarette, the other person flicked the butt, turned around, went into the building, and slammed the door shut.

Zhou Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked up again, Captain Mu had already quietly climbed over the window on the third floor.

After who knows how much time had passed, Zhou Yunxiao, who was squatting in the shade of the tree, had some numbness in his legs. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder, which startled him so much that he jumped forward.

The visitor asked sternly, "Password?"

Zhou Yunxiao instinctively replied, "Difficult. Do I need to reply?"

"struggle."

After speaking, the dark-skinned and rugged Captain Mu emerged from the shadows of the trees.

Mu Chunsheng slammed a stack of documents on the ground, clapped his hands, and put his hands on his hips, saying, "Fifteen documents in total, all stolen!"

Zhou Yunxiao stared blankly for a long time, then looked back at the expert building and then at Mu Chunsheng.

"Captain Mu... I've been keeping an eye on the outside of the building the whole time. Where did you sneak out from? How did you manage to get out so quietly?"

Mu Chunsheng said smugly, "You're really ignorant. Infiltration behind enemy lines, intelligence gathering, special operations harassment—these are skills we've honed through hard work. How could you possibly discover them so easily?"

Zhou Yunxiao was speechless and could only give a thumbs up.

The two then carried the documents to the headquarters building at Base 10. The logistics department had prepared an empty room for the translators to carry out a "special mission".

Captain Mu introduced Zhou Yunxiao to the new translators Liao, Xu, and Hu. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they got straight to the point.

Zhou Yunxiao simply divided the documents into four parts, then raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was 22:30 p.m., about eight or nine hours before dawn.

"Comrades, time is tight and the task is heavy. You should understand the importance of this mission!"

"The Surinamese experts may leave at any time, but this valuable data must be preserved. Director Chen of the Science and Technology Commission is currently scrambling to collect film rolls, but they cannot be transported over in a short period of time."

"So during this period, we need to manually translate these documents, comparing them with the originals... Once the content of these materials is translated, it becomes ours. Every sentence translated accelerates the construction of our new East and brings us one step closer to a better life!"

Translators Liao, Xu, and Hu all shouted, "We guarantee to complete the task!" and then each took their stack of documents and began working at their desks.

Zhou Yunxiao turned around and saw Captain Mu staring intently at the watch.

He raised his wrist and laughed:

"The Sturmansky mechanical watch, also known as the Soviet Submariner. It was the internal commemorative watch I received as a graduation award from the Moscow Aviation Institute for outstanding graduates. It's the same model as Korolev's, isn't it beautiful?"

This watch is an unconventional 24-hour clock, and it is also engraved with the insignia of the Moscow First Watch Factory and the Surinamese Air Force—the double-winged red star.

Captain Mu scratched his head. "Who is Korolev?"

Zhou Yunxiao was taken aback, then quickly dodged the question, "Ah, no... I meant Krylov, a mathematician from Suriname."

As the saying goes, "Murong in the South and Qiao Feng in the North," the confrontation between the two sides during the space race was actually a confrontation between two top geniuses.

The American camp was led by Wernher von Braun, while the genius of the Suriname camp remained a taboo name.

Even in newspapers and official announcements, he could only remain anonymous and be referred to as "the great Professor K," and even Steel Sect and Spike Sect had to keep quiet about it.

It wasn't until Professor K passed away that the world learned about the father of Sultan's space program—Sergey Pavlovich Korolev!

If Mu Chunsheng were to have a drink and accidentally reveal Korolev's name to Shelepin and his gang, things would probably get very serious.

Fortunately, Captain Mu didn't think too much about it and said enviously, "It's so nice to have a watch. No wonder the surveying team and those female soldiers from the cultural troupe are always paying attention to you."

Zhou Yunxiao took off the Soviet-made Submariner and said, "I'll lend it to you for a few days. You can return it to me when you find a wife."

"Forget it, forget it, I don't care about wearing Sulian's watch." Captain Mu scratched his head and waved his hand, saying, "You hurry up and translate, I'll stand guard outside for you. We have to return it to them before dawn..."

After Mu Chunsheng left, only Zhou Yunxiao and three translators remained in the room.

The other three people were writing furiously on the table, their pens scratching as they wrote.

Because Dongfeng Air Base needs to guard against U-2 reconnaissance aircraft at high altitudes, it has implemented strict nighttime controls, prohibiting any exposure of light sources unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, there was only one 25-watt light bulb in the room, and even the surrounding windows were covered with newspapers.

The room was dimly lit, with four tables and four chairs, and the logistics department had specially arranged four kerosene lamps.

Zhou Yunxiao turned on the light bulb and glanced at his stack of documents.

"Missile Overall Structure and Composition", "Turbopump Assembly Instruction Manual", "Radio Correction Equipment"...

Then, he looked up at the comments in the live stream.

As expected, when netizens heard that a large amount of Russian materials needed to be translated, and that these materials could be used to build the new Eastern Kingdom, they were all eager to try.

It's just a few documents.

With millions of viewers in the live stream contributing their efforts, it's a piece of cake.

[Hey streamer, stop daydreaming! My giant bean bun model is itching to get started, let's get to work!]

[The host doesn't need to worry about anything; just flip through the pages at a steady pace. We'll handle the screenshots and text extraction. By the time you finish reading a document, we guarantee even a proofread translation will be ready!]

[Is the video freezing? I see the anchor's watch is still moving, what are you waiting for? Translators Liao, Xu, and Hu have already finished translating several pages...]

[What's the rush, upstairs? Even if Liao and his team translated this little bit of paperwork by hand, it would take them at least a whole night. But with us here, the anchor can relax a bit, what's wrong with taking a break?]

[Yes, leave the translation to us. The anchor just needs to copy it; there's no need to rush...]

Just as netizens were discussing animatedly, Zhou Yunxiao, who had been silent for a while, suddenly seemed to realize something and posted a comment on the public screen:

"Everyone, I've suddenly realized something."

"The Sultan experts brought so much valuable information. When they unilaterally break the contract and leave the base in the future, they will take the information back to their country."

"This also means... that none of us know the original text of the materials we're secretly copying and translating today, right?"

After these words were spoken, the viewers in the live stream fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, exclamation marks flooded the screen.

【!! The streamer is up to something, isn't he?!】

[I think I know what the streamer is planning. Could it be a switcheroo?]

[Holy crap, thinking about it carefully, this seems like a pretty bold idea, and it actually has potential!]

Wow, this streamer is incredibly audacious! They're actually daring to "deceive the heavens" like this! But I support them!

[Anyway, the information was translated by the anchor, and only the anchor has seen the original text. Once the Surinamese experts leave, and they never see each other again for decades, who will bother to verify its authenticity?]

Seeing that netizens were all in favor, Zhou Yunxiao felt relieved and made the final decision:

"Since no one objects, let's change our approach. Under the guise of translating these Surinamese documents, let's quietly bring over some advanced concepts and technological theories for the future."

"As for what to move, I don't have any special requirements. After all, the Eastern Kingdom is lacking in advanced knowledge at this time. All kinds of knowledge are lacking. Just collect as much as you want."

"But the premise is—it must be based on the actual situation in 1960, and absolutely cannot deviate from reality. Otherwise, even if you find me a book like 'AI Autonomous Driving Theory' or 'Brain-Computer Interface User Guide' to copy, it won't be of any use here!"