A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 682 Different Paths! No Shared Interests!

The two of them went out, their steps slightly heavy, and they deliberately avoided eye contact, as if they hadn't seen Jiang Xia huddled in a ball in the dim corner of the corridor.

The three remained silent and parted ways for the time being.

Back in front of "Big Yellow's clone," Jiang Xia watched as the screen scrolled through lines of enthusiastic praise from the teachers. But now, those passionate words seemed to pass through frosted glass, blurry and distant, devoid of their warmth.

Turning to look out the window, the outline of the base was faintly visible against the deep indigo sky, with the morning star hanging alone in the east, announcing that the long night was coming to an end and dawn was imminent.

"Another day has passed..."

"Sizzle..." The sound of a match being struck rang out, a wisp of smoke appeared, and then disappeared into the cold wind.

The guard at the door silently closed the wide-open door, leaving only the dim light from the screen casting a shadow on Jiang Xia's face.

Until a new line of text suddenly popped up on the screen, breaking the silence like a pebble thrown into stagnant water:

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, is there a key integration formula that can summarize the aforementioned points in a high-level way?"

The insightful observations of our predecessors, which penetrated the surface and reached the core, were on full display at this moment.

This formula actually exists!

After synthesizing the above expressions, the core formulas related to flow guidance can be further integrated, thus forming the expression Δh flow guidance = ξ·Δc2 / 2g (ξ is determined by the cone angle θ).

The simple formula, with its unique aesthetic appeal, seems to have sparked another wave of amazement and praise from teachers.

This time, however, Jiang Xia wasn't in the mood to read the words of praise. All he wanted to do was ask someone if his project had been approved.

If it passes... then Old Wang and Secretary Liu won't need to go around begging for favors anymore.

"Who exactly are these two people..." Jiang Xia murmured unconsciously, his fingertips tapping the cold tabletop without his conscious attention.

Secretary Liu mentioned schistosomiasis... Is she an expert in this field?

Jiang Xia really wanted to find someone to ask for clarification, but then he looked at the dimly lit sky outside.

too early!

Jiang Xia suppressed this idea.

Fine, I'll just do something I can do, since I can't sleep anyway.

Look at the blueprints left by Teacher Xiaopeng. You have to keep your promises to others.

The smooth lines on the blueprints outlined the fighter jet's shape, which indeed possessed an aesthetic appeal of industrial design—simple yet powerful. However, as his gaze swept over the lines of cold technical parameters, Jiang Xia's brows furrowed more and more, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned down, finally turning into a soft sigh: "These design parameters are really... difficult to handle."

While it does look quite nice, judging it as an attack aircraft is... utterly unqualified!

Jiang Xia's finger traced the iconic nose outline on the drawing. This pointed nose stood out among the other "honeycomb" aircraft.

He knew all too well the aircraft's origins: the Q-5 was essentially a crude grafting of a newly designed forward fuselage, better suited for ground attack, onto the rear half of a MiG-19. This grafting resulted in inherent weaknesses that were fatal.

To accommodate the nose section and ensure the pilot's downward visibility, the space in the midsection of the fuselage was severely limited, and the capacity of the internal fuel tanks was significantly reduced. The direct consequence was a drastically shortened range. The empty nose section also required the addition of counterweights to maintain the aircraft's balance.

Its much-vaunted ultra-low-altitude penetration altitude can only be barely reduced to around 50 meters. This significantly reduces its survivability in complex terrain and against increasingly powerful air defenses.

Another unavoidable disadvantage of the reduced fuel tank size is the severely insufficient bomb load! The internal weapons bay of the fuselage, which is only 4 meters long on the drawings, looks so cramped that its capacity can only carry two 250 kg or 500 kg aerial bombs.

Even with the two equally cramped external hardpoints under the fuselage, it's still not very useful.

This little guy is like a schoolbag that's been stuffed full; it can't carry any more ammunition!

As for the later, almost tragic modification, it could indeed carry a 0.5-2 kiloton nuclear bomb, but this completely destroyed the aircraft's initial shape and aerodynamic balance...

"No wonder everyone calls you the 'most tragic warrior'!"

Jiang Xia took a sip of the now-cold tea. His rational mind was fully engaged, and he had no interest in pouring himself a hot cup.

Even if Teacher Xiaopeng were in front of him, his absolute rationality would probably allow him to belittle this strong fifth-rate guy to his face.

What is the role of an attack aircraft?

Support the front lines! Provide the most timely and intense firepower support to our ground brothers amidst a hail of bullets!

What do we rely on?

That just means having lots of ammunition, a long range, and the ability to hit accurately and take hits!

"The current Strong 5... sigh, it doesn't meet any of the criteria!"

Jiang Xia's gaze lingered on the parameter table of the blueprints, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the cold tabletop. Outside the window, the sky brightened a little, a faint pale white tinged with gray-blue.

However, when it comes to being able to take a beating and fly far, Jiang Xia's mind conjures up an extremely ugly airplane.

Yes, it's the "Warthog" with countless nicknames like "Tank Opener" and "Flying Tank"—the A-10 attack aircraft!

This thing is great. You see, the Bald Eagle has been using it since it entered service in 75, and it has been continuously upgraded over time... Even the mighty Tomcat has retired, but it is still shining brightly.

This is definitely a great plane!

Or should we get it out?

Jiang Xia became interested and began sketching the shape of the aircraft on the blueprints.

……

Meanwhile, a study that was always lit was also filled with smoke.

"Oh? That's really their answer? And they want a postponement?"

"Yes! They're prepared to issue a pledge, demanding that researchers produce a prototype within a year, and they also said they'd strive to equip the troops within two years!"

"Nonsense! What time is it! Still thinking about 'chattering and chattering'? I think this is clearly an irresponsible excuse! That kid explained it clearly, even someone like me who attended a private school for a few days can understand it! These people who are full of books, don't they understand this principle?"

A small piece of steel was inlaid in the wooden pipe. At this moment, its owner was using the pipe to bang on the table, and the pipe angrily spewed out a few sparks.

"Hmph! Making a pledge? The key point is, judging from their statements, it wasn't them who made the pledge, but rather they forced the researchers to do it! What kind of logic is that?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

A kind old man also slammed his hand on the table in anger...

The one in the middle stood up straight and circled around twice.

“Vans-Wei Junmu-De Wei Wells Junnie Jess↗, Weivik-Op Tu-Van-Det Weiwell Dier Tu-Iad.”

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Haha! You guys are so serious. Let me show you my progress in learning English. Old friends, do you know whose work this is?"

The kind old man was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized:

“Once we dreamed that we were strangers.

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.”

"Yes! Yes! That's it, hahaha..."

"I know you've been teaching yourself English, but this poem from Stray Birds doesn't really make sense here: 'We dreamt we were strangers to one another; when we awoke we realized we were true friends.'"

"Hey... old friend. This is how I translated it!"

"We may have been inseparable, but upon waking, we find ourselves like strangers..."

"The meaning of 'stranger' has many forms, but I only know one: Since we walk different paths, let's not make plans together!"

"The following opinion is hereby issued: The Dongfeng-113 project is suspended! All personnel are suspended from work pending verification by relevant personnel. If, after review, any sub-projects deemed necessary for further study are deemed to be retained, others will be rescheduled!"

"Good! That's the kind of drastic measure we should take! So, who are you referring to as the relevant person?"

"Who else could it be? Didn't we already say to get that kid's standards association moving?"

"Hiss...isn't he a bit too young! This level is hard to define!"

"Then tell me, who can replace him?"

This……

A group of people started recalling the achievements of a certain young rascal, and wow... it seemed like no one could cause more trouble than him. Moreover, the background checks showed that this kid had built a fan base that was almost as solid as a concrete fortress.

A researcher casually remarked something like, "He's still young," and was immediately pinned to the ground and rubbed against by his coworkers. Had they not intervened quickly, his fate would have been even worse than that of the landlords and wealthy people in the early days of the People's Republic of China.

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"Hahaha! Agreed!"

"It should have been done a long time ago! Hey! Promote him a bit. With him around, the Navy definitely won't suffer such a huge loss!" someone exclaimed.

"Hey... do you really think he can predict everything? In the current situation, even if you brought out Zhuge Liang, he would probably hesitate!"

"Hahaha... Don't belittle him, but don't overhype him either! Comrade Xiao Jiang's importance still lies in the field of machinery! We mustn't make the same mistake as 'the prodigy who failed to live up to his potential'!"

Everyone nodded, and the scene quieted down.

"Hey! Boss, does that mean Xiao Jiang's project has been approved?" Old Li, who was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, suddenly interjected.

"by!"

"So this kid is affiliated with a sub-project on top of the main project, and there are some requirements. I wonder if he can meet them?"

"Oh? Tell me about it?"

"He wants two people..."