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

Captain Mu's words were not an exaggeration; Zhou Yunxiao's translation workload was indeed enormous.

Even a roughneck like him found it unbelievable.

However, Zhou Yunxiao took advantage of Captain Mu's lack of education and ignorance of these intricacies, and after making up a few things, he managed to get away with it as usual.

Time flies, and July is here soon.

Since the crisis of food shortage at the base was resolved, all production and labor have returned to normal.

However, the food situation remains grim. Each person is only given six steamed buns a day as their staple food ration, and not even an ounce more.

However, Ye Ling has already organized a land reclamation team to study the planting information translated from "Sullian", striving to achieve the goal of "self-sufficiency and abundance" as soon as possible after sowing seeds next spring.

Zhou Yunxiao also believed that with the planting and breeding techniques he had copied from modern times, the base would no longer have to worry about running out of food in a few years!

In mid-July, Zhou Yunxiao retrieved his military uniform from the office building.

As he entered the dormitory carrying a cloth bag filled with clothes, Jiang Weimin was smearing yellow mud into the cracks in the window frame. Upon seeing this, he immediately came over and said:

"Well done, Yunxiao, you got your uniform so quickly? What rank did you get?"

As Zhou Yunxiao unpacked the bag, he raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you take a guess?"

"If intellectuals like you enlist, you'd at least be a junior officer. I'd guess a second lieutenant or first lieutenant, but with your significant contribution as a translator, maybe the latter is more likely? Right?"

Jiang Weimin made a serious speculation.

Zhou Yunxiao smiled and tossed him his brand-new military officer's ID card. "See for yourself!"

Jiang Weimin took it, turned the gilded cover, and glanced straight to the end—

Unit: Technical Team, First Division, Unit 0029; Rank: Company Commander; Military Grade: Captain...

Captain...?!

Jiang Weimin exclaimed in surprise, clicking his tongue in amazement, "That's incredible! A technical officer who's been promoted to captain right after enlisting—that's the first time I've ever seen anything like it. Isn't this a promotion that's exceptional?"

Zhou Yunxiao had already unbuttoned his shirt and started trying on his new military uniform.

"You're just making a fuss over nothing. Is it so hard to admit someone is excellent, Comrade Xiao Jiang?"

"Oh ho, getting all smug, huh? How about I borrow a car and take you for a spin around the base?"

Zhou Yunxiao was too lazy to argue with him and quickly changed his clothes.

At the collar of the brown-green lapel military uniform, there is a yellow vertical line running through three silver-white stars.

His original physique was rather tall and slender, but after he put on his military cap with the red five-pointed star insignia and belt, his whole demeanor changed. He became tall and strong, with prominent features, making him look even more heroic and handsome!

This left Jiang Weimin feeling extremely frustrated, realizing that the male members of the launch team had even less hope of finding a partner.

After trying on the clothes, Zhou Yunxiao followed Lao Jiang to Base No. 1 by car.

Upon entering the office, almost everyone's eyes turned to him. Director Zhang from the technical team, with an approving look, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Good, you look even more energetic. Stay humble and strive for even greater achievements; don't let this uniform down!"

The other comrades also gathered around, chattering and looking on with envy as they touched the fabric of the uniform and the three silver stars on the collar insignia.

Although the treatment of local cadres and active-duty cadres is similar, becoming a member of the military is something these people yearn for, and it is more beneficial than harmful to their future development.

But these days, the conditions for transferring to military status are too harsh, especially in response to the order of large-scale downsizing. Even leaders like Ye Ling and Political Commissar Sun forced their wives and relatives to take off their uniforms, leaving no room for negotiation.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yunxiao was so lucky that he was personally introduced to the army by Ye Ling. What a blessing that is!

Xiao Su also squeezed forward, her eyes shining as she stared at Comrade Yunxiao in his military uniform, and sincerely praised him:

"Comrade Yunxiao, you look so handsome in your military uniform!"

Zhou Yunxiao laughed and said, "One day, you'll be able to wear a military uniform too, and you'll look very handsome then."

Xiao Su blushed when praised.

After the congratulatory comrades dispersed, Zhou Yunxiao took out a book from his bag and solemnly handed it over.

"I promised you the latest edition of 'Bradius's Handbook of Mathematical Functions,' which I copied by hand."

Finally, he emphasized, "16-digit precision!"

"call--"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Su's eyes widened in surprise. "Ten...sixteen-digit effective precision? Is that true?"

She excitedly took the book, flipped through the title page a few times, and then suddenly froze in place.

Zhou Yunxiao jokingly teased, "With this reference book, you won't be calculating missile trajectories more than 5,000 meters off course anymore, right?"

Xiao Su clenched her fist in a cartoonish way, pressed her mouth shut, stared at the book and then at Zhou Yunxiao, looking at it back and forth for a long time, looking extremely excited.

After a long while, she finally recovered from her shock and stammered:

"No...it won't be that far off...besides, it must have been very difficult for you to get such a valuable reference book, right?"

In Xiao Su's mind, a function reference book with tens of digits of precision was already the best one could find; even the Fifth Academy couldn't find more than a few.

As for sixteen-digit precision... I don't even dare to think about it!

Only powerful nations like Suriname and the United States could compile such a high-precision function table, right?

Zhou Yunxiao, on the other hand, looked quite composed. "It didn't take much effort. I was doing translation work for Surian, and I got along well with a few foreigners. I just casually mentioned it, and they agreed to let me copy the book."

This reason is obviously fabricated.

After all, Dongguo, on the other end of the live broadcast room, has already entered the AI ​​era. They can even use supercomputers to calculate pi to 100 trillion digits. Dealing with a mere 16-digit function reference book is a piece of cake.

Therefore, Zhou Yunxiao copied it almost effortlessly.

But this 16-bit precision reference book was of extraordinary significance to Dongguo in 1960!

At this time, the trajectory calculations, error analyses, and orbit designs for each type of missile were all based on tens of digits of precision.

If the calculation results could be further refined to sixteen digits, the improvement to missile performance would be absolutely revolutionary.

Xiao Su held the book as if it were a treasure, blinking her big eyes and smiling sweetly:

"Thank you, Comrade Yunxiao, I really like this gift. I'll have Director Zhang send another copy to the entire department so everyone can have access to the latest function reference book!"

Then, she said "wait," pulled her hand back, and eagerly started rummaging through her bag.

In the blink of an eye, she had a pair of insoles made of old cloth and cotton in her hand.

She extended her hand, "Comrade Yunxiao, this... is an insole I made myself. I'm giving it to you as a return gift!"

The sweltering heat of July made Xiao Su's face flushed red. After handing over the insoles, she would occasionally pull up her collar and fan herself, stealing glances at his expression.

Zhou Yunxiao took the insole, compared it to his own shoes, and found that the size was just right.

"How is it? Is it too big or too small? Should I take it back and alter it?"

Xiao Su rested her chin on her hands, looking at him expectantly.

Zhou Yunxiao joked, "Not too big, not too small, just the right size. It seems that Comrade Xiao Su is not only skillful but also has a discerning eye, able to even tell my insole size?"

Xiao Su was a girl who couldn't be teased. Upon hearing this, she immediately blushed and ran away, hiding to the side and carefully flipping through that reference book.

Zhou Yunxiao gave a faint smile, put away the insoles, and sat in the chair in a daze for a while.

Then I started thinking about tonight's translation task.

He considered whether he should take advantage of the situation and "transfer" the even more valuable hydrogen bomb data from the 21st century.

But soon, he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore—

On July 21, a message from Jingzhou swept through the Dongfeng training base like a hurricane.

[Surian unilaterally broke the agreement and announced the withdrawal of all foreign aid experts!]

In an instant, the comrades in the base who had been suffering under the torment of the "Big Brother" erupted in cheers and applause, as if they couldn't wait for these experts to get out of there as soon as possible.

Of course, many far-sighted comrades are pessimistic and bewildered about the situation ahead.

According to a series of previously signed agreements, the cooperation between the Eastern Soviet Union and the Soviet Union was to last for thirty years, but after less than three years of support, the Soviet Union broke the agreement.

This resulted in at least a hundred equipment procurement contracts and more than 200 technical projects being forced to be shelved or even canceled within the Dongfeng base, catching many key technical personnel off guard.

Moreover, under Shelepin's instructions, the Surinamese expert team immediately retrieved and packed up all the drawings and documents they had authorized to lend.

Some blueprints and documents that couldn't be taken away were simply put in an iron bucket, filled with gasoline, and burned to ashes!