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

Soon, an emergency meeting was held in the artillery compound next to the Science and Technology Commission.

The number of attendees was small, but each person held an important position.

With the support of Dean Qian and Dean Lu, Ye Ling not only made her demands with a clear conscience, but also managed to resolve Comrade Zhou's employment situation.

At this moment, Director Chen Zhizhong stood at the front of the meeting room.

The dozen or so comrades sitting below were all impeccably dressed in military uniforms, with dignified faces, exuding an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Dean Qian spoke first:

"We have successfully copied the Dongfeng-1 missile not long ago, and the next one is the Dongfeng-2, which we are developing independently... As long as we give the Fifth Academy a little more time, our missile technology will become more and more mature."

"Missiles are the foundation for satellite development. If we learn how to develop missiles, we can also develop first-stage, second-stage, and third-stage rockets, just like Suriname and the United States..."

Director Chen asked impatiently, "So... what exactly is going on with the rocket?"

Dean Qian smiled slightly: "Rockets are also called launch vehicles. As the name suggests, they can be loaded with things and carried out. We can load nuclear bombs into warheads for military strikes, or we can load satellites into warheads for space exploration."

Deputy Director Ping began, "Those Americans dare to be so arrogant because they planted atomic bombs in the warheads, right? They threaten people to have surgery at the drop of a hat?"

"That's right," Dean Qian nodded. "In short, with our existing knowledge, it will take a long time to explore and develop rockets from missiles. However, with the information provided by Comrade Guoquan, I believe that the feasibility of rockets... or rather, the combination of missiles and missiles, can be demonstrated ahead of schedule!"

"Well said!"

After Dean Qian finished speaking, Director Chen clapped his hands a few times, then walked to the front of the room and ripped off the red curtain on the blackboard.

A huge world map appeared before everyone like a waterfall.

The clock on the wall pointed to 2 a.m., the very time when those in power across the ocean would enter the White Palace to begin their work.

Director Chen, perhaps thinking of America, the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, and the overwhelming extortionate reports in the newspapers, pointed sharply to two places on the map and said:

"It's just combining two bombs, right? If they can do it, so can we! We'll start right now!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and the atmosphere in the venue became lively.

Director Chen said, "The integration of the two bombs should be done sooner rather than later. We need to quickly dispel and destroy the dark cloud hanging over our heads! But with intellectuals like Dean Qian and Dean Lu around, this is nothing to worry about..."

As they were talking, Director Chen gave his secretary a wink.

Then, several young and pretty waitresses, each carrying a bowl of fragrant millet porridge, tiptoed into the venue like butterflies.

As soon as the millet porridge was placed in front of them, everyone's stomachs began to rumble uncontrollably, and they swallowed hard.

The warm, sweet aroma of rice wafts over, steaming hot and incredibly tempting.

Director Chen waved his hand dismissively: "Sit there and don't move! Without my order, let's see who dares to drink!"

Then, revealing his true intentions, he said:

"I won't hold back today. I called you all here for no other reason than to ask for food! As the saying goes, many hands make light work. If your families can't come up with enough food, then all of you contributing a little can solve the urgent problem at Dongfeng Base..."

Only then did everyone realize they had been tricked, but now that they were here, how could they possibly escape?

Looking at Ye Guoquan's bloodshot eyes, which were staring straight at them, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The crowd looked at each other, heads bowed in silence; each family had its own troubles.

But a higher-ranking official can have absolute power. Director Chen had already gone to such lengths, even risking his reputation to "borrow" grain from them. Who would dare to say no?

Seeing this, even the usually good-tempered director Chen Zhizhong couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and cursed:

"Damn it, you're making such a fuss about borrowing some grain. Do I have to write you an IOU? You have to bring the grain over today, even if it's just one or two bags!"

……

"Comrade Yunxiao... I'm hungry... Can I borrow your arm and take a bite?"

In a dilapidated hut at Base 10, roommate Jiang Weimin said weakly.

"Go eat your own!"

Zhou Yunxiao wasn't much better off, sitting cross-legged on the ground fiddling with a bunch of parts.

Since Ye Ling left, training and voluntary labor at the Dongfeng training base have basically stopped.

Commissar Sun would approve almost instantly any application submitted by anyone willing to "go home to visit relatives".

The canteen's portion sizes were decreasing day by day, which caused many comrades to become disgruntled.

The banks of the Ruoshui River and the hilltops have become barren and desolate landscapes.

They dug up every edible wild vegetable imaginable, including bitter lettuce, fennel, wild leeks, and sand onions, and put them all on the logistics department's menu.

They even took Cistanche deserticola and Cynomorium songaricum.

Even so, food supplies were still in short supply.

Zhou Yunxiao looked at Jiang Weimin, who was pale and thin, and guessed that his own complexion was also sallow.

He cursed inwardly at the netizens posting "KFC Family Bucket" GIFs in the live stream, yawned, and assembled the parts together.

Despite the famine, the research on lightning-inducing rockets did not fall behind. Zhou Yunxia had to muster her energy and squeeze out two hours every day to push the progress forward.

Jiang Weimin lazily opened his eyes and glanced at the scene, then muttered:

"Yunxiao, stop fiddling with your pile of junk and go back to bed. If we stay still, we won't be hungry, hehe..."

Zhou Yunxiao said, "Forget it, I can't stay idle. Besides, my little rocket is almost finished, and I can't give up halfway."

"Really... you're really planning to use this piece of junk to attract lightning?"

Jiang Weimin didn't believe it at all, thinking it was just bragging. "Besides, even if it really succeeded, so what? It's not like there's thunder every day in the Gobi Desert, how much use could it be?"

"You don't understand, do you? You can't get fat in one bite."

Zhou Yunxiao was quite confident in his small rocket, after all, it was a lightning-attracting rocket that had been specially improved with the guidance of netizens and was suitable for the industrial base of the 60s.

He spoke eloquently: "If we can summon lightning now, we can bring rain and snow in the future. When there is drought anywhere in the country, we can just launch a rocket and shoot down all the clouds in the sky, so that we can have a bumper harvest every year..."

"Tch, you think you're the Dragon King, able to summon wind and rain?"

Jiang Weimin smacked his lips. "I'd better think about how to get something to eat. Captain Mu and I are planning to steal some of Sulian's canned food tonight."

Zhou Yunxiao advised him, "You'd better calm down, or you'll regret it..."

Comrade Jiang Weimin lay on the bed, tossing and turning like a pancake, and cried out in despair, "Oh no, what am I going to do? I'm starving!!!"

Just then, someone outside the door shouted something like, "Ye Ling is back!" or "Ye Ling is back with grain!"

Immediately, the entire No. 10 outpost erupted in excitement. All the comrades who, like Jiang Weimin, had been conserving their energy in bed, jumped out of bed, dressed, and rushed toward the checkpoint.

Zhou Yunxiao also quickly put down his work and ran out after him.

The checkpoint was packed with people. The motor transport team had brought back loads of rice, flour, pork, soybeans, kelp, eggs, sesame oil, canned fruit, and other goods from Huangyangzhai Railway Station. They were truly returning home with a full load.

As soon as Ye Ling got out of the car, he was greeted with a long and enthusiastic round of applause from his colleagues that lasted for ten minutes. Some of them even fainted from hunger from clapping so much.

Chief of Staff Xu Qianxue stepped forward, extending both hands, and said with a look of shame:

"Ye Ling, it's all thanks to you! I went out begging for alms the other day, but I was turned away everywhere. But you came back with so much life-saving food. We won't have to worry about food and drink for at least three to five months!"

Political Commissar Sun chimed in with a laugh, "Director Chen praised him back then, saying, 'He's a force to be reckoned with when he goes out, and a rearguard when he retreats, never suffering defeat.' Did you think he was joking?"

The three of them huddled together and burst into laughter.

Ye Ling then said, "I have to thank Director Chen and the other brother units for their 'generosity.' I went hungry with them all night before we finally managed to scrape together this little bit of food."

The comrades around them cheered and jumped up, shouting "Long live!"

"Thank you, Director Chen!"

"Thank you to our sister company for their generous donation!"

"We have food!"