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

Political Commissar Sun nodded, gradually figuring out the whole story.

This batch of grain was the base's lifeline. Old Qin from the logistics department was no pushover either; he had fought hand-to-hand back in the day. He immediately led his men to stand on the railway tracks and stop the train.

Meanwhile, Wu Dongquan urgently dispatched a group of people to surround Lao Qin and his group.

After a stalemate lasting most of the day with no resolution, Lao Qin had no choice but to back down and lead his team back in frustration.

Having suffered such a humiliating disgrace, one can imagine how much anger Ye Ling, with her fiery temper, is now suppressing.

Only Political Commissar Sun had the influence to force him to sit down.

However, Political Commissar Sun also felt that Wu Dongquan had gone too far. Making such a fuss over a few train cars of grain would make people laugh out of it.

"Old Ye, this isn't something you can solve by just bringing your men to intimidate people."

Political Commissar Sun earnestly advised, "The most urgent task is to notify Director Chen first, lest Wu Dongquan, the villain, make false accusations first."

Ye Ling glared at him, snorted, and said, "Fine, fine, whatever you say. How much food does the base have left?"

Commissar Sun counted on his fingers: "If we calculate at one jin per person per day, that's more than 20,000 jin per day. The remaining grain should be enough for about six days, assuming we can also dig for wild vegetables and peel tree bark."

"What? Only six days!"

Ye Ling jumped up, his eyes blazing with anxiety. "No, I still have to go to Huangyangzhai Railway Station. I have to get the grain back!"

"Old Ye, don't rush. I have an idea about the grain..."

Before Political Commissar Sun could finish speaking, Ye Ling roared, "What's the rush, my political commissar? The principle that 'an army without food will perish' was clearly stated by Sun Tzu thousands of years ago. Don't you understand? You can't even think of food now, not even with your ass."

If the base runs out of food, it would be a serious dereliction of duty for you and me as commanders, a serious lack of organization and discipline, which in wartime would be punishable by execution!

Ye Ling hadn't lost his temper this badly with his partner in a long time.

After his victorious return from Changjin Lake, he was again handpicked by Director Chen and assigned to set up camp in this desolate Gobi Desert, making it his new career for the rest of his life.

Many of his comrades fought alongside him in battle after battle, charging into the fray and overcoming unimaginable hardships to get to where they are today.

And now, he, as the leader, can't even solve everyone's food problem. He has failed in his duty!

Ye Ling walked heavily to the window, looking at the desolate, endless Gobi Desert, and felt a deep sense of despair.

Who will save them?

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder.

Ye Ling turned around and saw Political Commissar Sun.

Due to long-term malnutrition and vitamin deficiency, Commissar Sun suffered from severe edema and night blindness, and his face was covered with bruises.

But at this moment, a strange light shone in his eyes, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

"Old Ye, let me finish. Read this document and see what you've learned."

Commissar Sun smiled and handed over a handwritten document.

Ye Ling looked completely bewildered, but still listened to him and started reading the documents.

He paused for a moment after glancing at the title on the title page—

"On Postpartum Care of Sows", translated by Zhou Yunxiao.

"Hey... this book was translated by Xiao Zhou from Brother Sulian's materials, right? It's quite interesting."

Political Commissar Sun nodded in agreement, "That's right, it seems our older brothers have done very thorough research; their pig-raising techniques are remarkable!"

Ye Ling continued scrolling down.

Although he was a military officer who came from a military background, he was not illiterate.

If you can't understand missile theory, how could you not understand pig farming?

Soon, Ye Ling became increasingly engrossed in reading, turning to the last page with great interest, and even adding his own comment:

"Great! That's well said! I never knew pigs could be raised like this! I've really learned something new today!"

Political Commissar Sun smiled and said, "Don't rush, there's more. Read these documents again, and I guarantee you'll be amazed."

"Hehe, alright then, let me see what other good stuff these Surians are hiding."

Ye Ling's mood eased, and she glanced at the other documents.

"Scientific Pig Farming and Fermentation Bed Technology"

The Barefoot Doctor's Handbook!

"High Virus-Resistant Virus-Free Potato Breeding Technology"

"A Cold-Resistant Improved Formula for High-Sugar Beetroot"...

Ye Ling rarely showed such patience, seriously reading the written materials; this was unprecedented.

Even Political Commissar Sun was beaming with joy.

After flipping through all of this, Ye Ling, still eager for more, asked, "Is there anything else? Is this all the information? Does it explain how to grow vegetables in the Gobi Desert?"

Political Commissar Sun chuckled, somewhat annoyed, "There are even textbooks on how to build missiles? Can you even understand them?"

"Uh... hahaha!"

Ye Ling threw his head back and laughed heartily, the sound incredibly cheerful. He slapped his forehead and said, "I was greedy. Just this is enough to keep me studying for a while. There's a saying, 'Don't bite off more than you can chew!'"

Political Commissar Sun said, "Yes, this is just the first batch of translated materials. There will definitely be more in the future. I just didn't expect that the Surians would know so many techniques for raising pigs and growing vegetables."

Ye Ling didn't suspect anything and said matter-of-factly:

"Hey, he's the big brother, you know. If he didn't have some real skills, who would acknowledge him as their brother? What's infuriating is that the Surians brought so much technology with them, but they kept it all to themselves and refused to teach us. We had to learn it from them!"

Political Commissar Sun said, "Perhaps they originally intended to teach. However, due to the increasingly serious situation, they changed their minds and decided to take it back exactly as they brought it."

Ye Ling said, "That's not up to them. Anyway, once we learn the skills, they're ours. Let's start with pig farming! I haven't smelled meat in ages!"

Political Commissar Sun wholeheartedly agreed: "Raising pigs is great! But raising pigs requires learning!"

Knock knock!

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Zhou Yunxiao stood there and asked, "Political Commissar, you wanted to see me?"

Political Commissar Sun quickly invited him in and then had the guards close the door.

When Zhou Yunxiao saw the document Ye Ling was holding, he immediately understood.

As expected, these technologies, which were brought over from the modern era, attracted the attention of the leaders.

Political Commissar Sun asked with a friendly expression, "Comrade Zhou, how was the translation work last night? Were you very tired? How about we ask Captain Mu to take less material tonight?"

Zhou Yunxiao shook his head, "No problem, Political Commissar, I think the workload is manageable."

"That's good. We already promised Dean Qian that we wouldn't let you get too tired."

After a few pleasantries, Political Commissar Sun got straight to the point, asking, "Were these documents on the table, concerning pig farming and vegetable cultivation, translated from that pile of Russian materials?"

Zhou Yunxiao joked, "Of course! Do you think I could just make up all this pig-raising knowledge out of thin air, sirs?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling burst into laughter.

They certainly didn't believe Zhou Yunxiao had that ability, but they asked based on the principle of seeking truth from facts:

"Are you sure you translated these materials correctly? After all, these technologies may be promoted throughout the entire army and the whole country in the future, so we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes..."

Zhou Yunxiao patted his chest and assured him, "Sir, there's absolutely no mistake. I consider my Russian to be quite good. Even if I were to have a verbal battle with that old man Shelepin, I wouldn't lose!"

Commissar Sun clicked his tongue, but Ye Ling liked the kid's temper. He patted him on the shoulder and asked:

"Why do I see your name listed on so many documents? Did translators Liao, Xu, and Hu slack off?"

Zhou Yunxiao said, "No, I volunteered to help share the load. The capable should do more. Besides, the three of them are not young anymore, and their bodies can't handle staying up all night. I told them to rest more."

Ye Ling praised, "Hehe, you're quite responsible, kid. But you also need to guard against arrogance and impetuosity; the tasks ahead are still very challenging."

Just think, in just one night, they managed to extract so many good things from Sullivan. How many treasures must they have hidden in their entire archives room?

Zhou Yunxiao stood at attention, striking a pose of eager anticipation.

"Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely continue my efforts and do a good job in the remaining translation work! I will thoroughly investigate Big Brother's resources!"