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

The experts from Suriname spent a whole week packing their bags and burning documents before the moment of evacuation finally arrived.

On the eve of their departure, Ye Linghe, Political Commissar Sun, and others, representing the base, expressed their reluctance to part with the expert group led by Xie Lieping and held a grand farewell banquet.

The song "Moskov Nights" played in the brightly lit restaurant, where a group of Russians with thick eyebrows and big eyes drank heartily under Ye Ling's enthusiastic urging.

Finally, accompanied by the female members of the cultural troupe, they danced together.

Perhaps because they were about to leave this land, the surveillance within the expert team was not so strict, and no one even noticed Suvilo leaving the banquet hall.

Stepping outside, gazing at the twinkling lights on the Gobi Desert, Zhou Yunxiao greeted Suvero fluently in Russian.

The other person nodded in acknowledgment, then took out a pack of Daqianmen brand cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to him.

Zhou Yunxiao took it, casually tucked it behind his ear, and chatted idly:

"Comrade Suweiro, thank you very much for your help and support to the Dongfeng Base during this period. Especially thank you for standing firmly on our side on the issue of liquid oxygen transportation!"

Suvero said, "I simply chose to stand on the side of truth. But unfortunately, fewer and fewer people are willing to stand on the side of truth anymore; it seems that everyone is more inclined to worship blind and ignorant madmen like Sue-mō."

Zhou Yunxiao couldn't say anything about the internal strife between the Steel Sect and the Rice Sect, but he mentioned it tactfully.

"You should be aware of the scrutiny you'll face upon returning to China, right? In my opinion, all your knowledge and skills will only be wasted if you go back. Why not stay? As long as you agree, Dongfeng Base will do everything in its power to ensure your safety."

Suvero shook his head. "Comrade Zhou, you don't need to persuade me anymore. We've discussed this many times before, and my mind is made up. I won't stay. Besides, my parents, wife, and children are all in Moscow. I can't let them live in fear..."

Zhou Yunxiao nodded, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Such a pure young man, even if there is only a sliver of hope, would not easily betray his beliefs and stay in a foreign land to live a life of ease and comfort.

He then brought up the next topic:

"I wrote a report demonstrating the serious hidden dangers of the R-16 missile, and Captain Mu has secretly slipped it under your pillow. Take it back, sign your name, and hand it in immediately, preferably to Professor K."

Suvero asked, somewhat puzzled, "How do you know about R-16?"

Zhou Yunxiao smiled at this, "Don't worry, we mean no harm. Since you refuse to stay, and once you return to Moscow for trial, we can't help you from so far away. So this report might save your life. Consider it... our way of repaying you."

He blinked, and Suvilo immediately understood.

Suvero asked curiously, "What have you analyzed about the R-16 missile?"

"We mainly analyzed the electrical detonation circuit of the second-stage engine and the new nitric acid/unsymmetrical dimethylhydrazine propellant, and found that there was a fatal logical flaw. We also suggested that the circuit design be re-verified."

He leaned closer to Suvero and said, "If this flaw is ignored, the ignition of the R-16 missile will inevitably lead to an irreparable tragedy. If you can prevent this tragedy, you will not only clear your name but also earn a great deal of credit with Professor K!"

This tragedy is the famous "Nederin Incident".

The R-16 missile exploded unexpectedly during ignition at the launch pad, killing hundreds of engineers and technicians on the spot.

YS Negelin, who was present to observe, became the highest-ranking person to die during the space race.

Suweiro said solemnly, "Thank you, I will report this matter to the higher-ups as soon as possible!"

Zhou Yunxiao added, "I don't know if your bloated bureaucratic system can give this matter enough attention. So, in addition to this report, I've also written a novel. You can put your name on it and send it to a publisher."

"novel?"

"That's right. When I was studying in Moscow, I wrote a novel based on the Great Patriotic War of 1942. Recently, I was suddenly inspired to finish the novel."

Zhou Yunxiao shrugged and said, "We could never publish a novel that glorifies the Surians, so I'm giving it to you, and all the royalties you earn are yours. Even if you get fired by OKB Design Bureau, the money you earn will be enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life..."

Suvero remained silent for a few seconds. Although he had doubts about whether the so-called novel about defending the nation could be published smoothly, he still sincerely thanked him.

"I will refer to you by Professor Z in the acknowledgments. Also... what did you name this novel?"

Zhou Yunxiao smiled, "I translated 'Азориздесьтихие' as: The Dawns Here Are Quiet."

He silently apologized to the real author, Vasilyev.

This is a novel that sparked a frenzy among countless readers in the later period of Sulian's life. Zhou Yunxiao also became a plagiarist, copying it and giving it to Suvelo.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have much else to give the other party.

Then, Zhou Yunxiao added, "In this book, I created a missile expert character based on Professor K from your country. If there is an opportunity, I hope Professor K can also read this book."

As he said this, he patted Suvero on the shoulder very solemnly:

"Please, you must make sure he reads this book. I would be deeply honored if the great Professor K could offer even a word or two of commentary!"

Suvero didn't think much of it, simply assuming it was a sincere plea from a loyal fan of Professor K.

After all, who wouldn't admire Professor K?

The world's first intercontinental ballistic missile, the first carrier rocket, the first artificial satellite, the first spacecraft, and the first lunar probe were all miracles created by the great Professor K!

He immediately patted his chest and agreed.

Zhou Yunxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his mind.

In fact, there was no missile expert in the original novel "The Dawns Here Are Quiet"; he added him on the spot.

This character's life trajectory is almost identical to Korolev's: he suffered greatly in a labor camp in his early years, was later entrusted with important responsibilities, and ultimately died in the final episode during an intestinal tumor surgery.

If Korolev had read this book, perhaps he would have survived the surgery in 1966 by sheer luck?

Therefore, the first person to land on the moon will not be Apollo 11, but Gagarin or Leonov.

That fierce race to the moon would not have ended abruptly, and it remained in decline for more than fifty years...

Of course, this may just be wishful thinking; perhaps Korolev was too busy to read the book at all?

Zhou Yunxiao shook his head, too lazy to think about it anymore.

That's all he can do. Whether Professor K lives or dies is up to fate!

……

On August 12, the last batch of foreign aid experts from Suriname withdrew from the Dongfeng training base.

Ye Ling, Political Commissar Sun, and Chief of Staff Xu, along with the leaders of each branch, lined the road to see them off, waving goodbye with 'reluctance'.

Once the convoy had driven far away, Ye Ling's expression changed. Recalling the group's despicable past behavior, he spat out a curse.

"Bah! Finally, we've gotten rid of these plague gods!"

Everyone returned to their posts, filled with uncertainty and confusion about the future, each with their own thoughts and concerns.

After all, without the help of their big brother, could they really handle those complex missile designs, blueprints, and processes on their own?

At this time, the morale at the Dongfeng base was undoubtedly very low.

But Zhou Yunxiao was in high spirits and got into a Volga sedan heading to Green Park.

Green Garden is the headquarters of the Third Division of Dongfeng Base, designated as Site No. 17, and officially called "Dongfeng Base Surface-to-Air Missile Test Department".

Unlike the surface-to-surface missile test section of the first division, the test section requires sufficient space for target drones to take off and land, so a large area of ​​apron and runway needs to be built.

Similarly, the air-to-air missile test department of the second division was located at No. 14, sharing the apron and runway with the third division, and the two units were almost adjacent to each other.

Therefore, the Second and Third Divisions are very far from the No. 10 headquarters, a full 200 kilometers away, and it takes five or six hours just to travel by car!

Unless it's a particularly important meeting, communication is mostly done by phone.

Zhou Yunxiao got into the Volga sedan. As soon as the driver drove onto the Gobi Desert, the fierce wind felt like knives on his face, and the sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

The other person was an experienced driver; he casually pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Yunxiao.

"Comrade Zhou, the road ahead is all washboard, so you'd better keep your handkerchief in your mouth and don't drop it! If you knock out a tooth on the way, I won't be responsible..."