Chapter 36

The demonstration by "Iron Wolf" and "Xiao Bai" completely heated up the venue.

The way the experts looked at this bunch of "amateurs."

Had changed from the initial "let's see what's new" to "there's actually something here."

Feng Yan struck while the iron was hot and quickly signaled for the next group of contestants to take the stage.

"Next, our Chen Guang will demonstrate the precision application of the laser system."

Feng Yan said into the megaphone, though he felt a bit nervous inside.

Old Chen is the type who doesn't make a sound until he does, and when he does, it tends to be shocking—the kind that scares people to death.

Chen Guang pushed up his glasses and walked to the center of the field.

In front of him stood a specially made workbench.

On it was his laser equipment, which had undergone a "standardization baptism" and now looked brand new on the inside.

Beside it were several connected computers and auxiliary instruments.

The setup didn't look like a demonstration of black technology; it looked more like a delicate surgical operation.

"Leaders, experts," Chen Guang began, his voice not loud.

But it clearly reached the entire venue through the microphone, "The essence of a laser is controllable energy."

"I will demonstrate two application directions: first, extreme static precision; second, rapid dynamic response."

The first item: micro-engraving.

Fixed on the workbench was a palm-sized, special alloy plate with a surface as smooth as a mirror.

Chen Guang operated the computer quickly for a few moments.

He selected a pre-set complex pattern—not some traditional design.

But a vector graphic of the "Iron Wolf" workshop wolf head, with extremely intricate lines and details so fine they were infuriating.

Beside it was a line of miniature seal script: "Iron Wolf Workshop."

"Starting etching." Chen Guang pressed the Enter key.

The laser head emitted a faint "buzzing" sound, so quiet it was almost inaudible.

It began to move precisely above the workbench.

A low-power laser beam, almost invisible to the naked eye, focused on the surface of the alloy plate.

No sparks flew, no thick smoke billowed.

Only where the laser swept, the metal surface underwent extremely subtle color changes.

Everyone held their breath, stretching their necks to watch.

But due to the distance and reflection, they couldn't see the specific progress at all.

Wang Hao was clever; he had long since set up a high-speed camera connected to a large screen.

The lens was aimed directly at the alloy plate.

At this moment, the large screen showed the etching process in real-time.

Now, everyone could see clearly.

The laser spot was like a carving knife in the hands of a top-tier micro-engraving master.

Wandering across the metal surface.

The lines were as thin as hair, yet the edges were sharp, without any burrs.

The complex gear patterns, the details of the wolf's fur, and that ridiculously small line of seal script.

Were being "drawn" bit by bit with astonishing clarity.

The entire process was so quiet, precise, and stable that it made one's scalp tingle.

"This precision... it must be at the micron level, right?" That old academic professor couldn't help but lean closer to the large screen.

Almost pressing his face against it, he muttered to himself, "This positioning stability, this energy control..."

"If used in micro-electronics processing or precision medical instruments..."

Feng Yan's internal monologue: 'It's stable! Old Chen has gone straight to the experts' hearts with this one!'

'This isn't a laser; this is an embroidery needle that's become a spirit!'

A few minutes later, the etching was complete.

Chen Guang took off the alloy plate, and Wang Hao, acting all eager, held it and delivered it to the experts for them to pass around.

Looking at the pattern that shimmered with a metallic luster in the sunlight, with details as perfect as a print.

The experts all showed expressions of amazement.

Team Leader Zheng took a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully for a long time, then nodded.

He didn't speak, but the approval in his eyes was enough to explain everything.

"The second demonstration: dynamic tracking and energy control."

Chen Guang's voice pulled everyone's attention back.

The style of this item changed abruptly, from an elegant micro-engraving master to...

Uh, a master fly-swatter?

Wang Hao appeared again, bringing out his "calibrated" small pneumatic catapult, and adjusted the angle.

This time, what was launched was no longer a small ball.

But a special, lightweight thin sheet, only the size of a fingernail, covered with a special flammable coating.

"Target launched!" Wang Hao shouted and pressed the button.

"Whoosh—" The small thin sheet was launched in an irregular, spinning, and tumbling trajectory, moving so fast it was almost impossible to see.

Almost at the same time, a low-power visible red light emitter on Chen Guang's laser system lit up!

A slender red spot appeared instantly.

Like a maggot on a tarsal bone, it bit down hard on the small thin sheet dancing crazily in the air!

The spot moved rapidly along with the tumbling and changing direction of the thin sheet.

The trajectory was so smooth there wasn't a hint of delay, precise to the point of being infuriating!

What was even more amazing was that after tracking for about two seconds.

The brightness of the red spot seemed to increase by a level!

With a soft "pop," the high-speed moving thin sheet in the air was instantly ignited.

It turned into a small cluster of sparks that quickly extinguished, dissipating into the air.

And the laser spot extinguished instantly after the target disappeared.

The entire process, from launch to tracking to ignition, took less than three seconds. Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

"Holy crap!" This time, even that expert in the jacket, who had been very calm, couldn't help but exclaim.

"This response speed! This predictive algorithm!"

Wang Hao felt a sense of honor, as if he were the one controlling the laser, and waved his fists excitedly: "Awesome! (voice cracking)"

Chen Guang pushed up his glasses and reported calmly:

"Dynamic target tracking success rate is approximately 92.7% under current environmental conditions."

"Energy control levels are adjustable, allowing for switching from indication and ignition to higher power modes."

The scene erupted in warm applause! Even Team Leader Zheng took the lead in clapping.

Feng Yan was overjoyed, feeling as if he had already stepped half a foot into the threshold of the "National Team."

He took the opportunity to announce: "Good! Thank you, Chen Guang, for the wonderful demonstration!"

"Next is today's grand finale, with Wang Hao demonstrating his 'Haoyu Precision Delivery System'!"

Wang Hao took a deep breath and walked to the launch area.

In front of him stood his precious "Mark I," and beside it were several "ammunition" pieces of different shapes that looked strange.

"Leaders," Wang Hao began, and that sense of confidence returned.

"The principle of this thing isn't complicated; it's just giving a 'firecracker' a brain and a steering wheel!"

"Today, I'll show you what it means to 'hit exactly where you point,' plus a little bit of... artistic creation!"

He first loaded a standard test projectile.

"First shot, straight-line precision strike! Target, that abandoned oil drum 300 meters away!"

He pressed the launch button.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A trail of white smoke streaked across the sky, hitting the rusty oil drum precisely, emitting a dull explosion sound with a flash of fire.

"Good!" The experts nodded; the basic precision was fine.

"Second shot," Wang Hao changed to a warhead that looked more complex, "S-curve evasive maneuver! Target, the same oil drum!"

Launch!

This time, the missile drew a clear "S" trajectory in the air, like dancing silk.

It cleverly bypassed a simulated obstacle set in the middle, then plunged into the oil drum!

"Beautiful!" The applause was even warmer.

Wang Hao was encouraged, his face glowing.

He took out the "big killer" he had been working on for countless days and nights.

"Third shot! Everyone, watch closely!" His voice even trembled a little, "Complex trajectory demonstration! Target... still that oil drum!"

"But it has to... draw a circle for me before going in!"

Feng Yan's heart instantly jumped to his throat: 'Ancestor! You must not drop the ball at the critical moment!'

The experts were also clearly more focused, obviously aware of the difficulty of this "drawing a circle."

Launch!

The "Mark I" soared into the sky with a tail flame and began to twist in the air.

It first climbed upward, then suddenly turned to one side, attempting to form an arc...

But whether due to the control algorithm or airflow, the arc was a bit... flat.

Like an egg that had been stepped on.

Just as it was about to become an "egg hitting an oil drum," the missile body seemed to pause slightly.

The internal micro-servos corrected frantically, forcibly pulling the trajectory back a little at the last moment.

It barely formed an irregular, quasi-circular trajectory with a little tail, and then hit the target with a "boom."

The circle was drawn, but as for the word "round," one could only say it barely qualified.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

Wang Hao's face fell instantly, but he immediately stiffened his neck and forcibly explained into the megaphone:

"Ahem! Leaders, you saw it! This is adaptive ballistics in a complex environment!"

"It can dynamically adjust the optimal path based on the actual situation!"

"This circle... this circle is full of the irregular beauty of postmodernism!"

"Pfft—" An expert couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Even Team Leader Zheng shook his head with a smile.

Feng Yan quickly smoothed things over: "Wang Hao means that we have demonstrated the potential for variable ballistics!"

"As for the precision of the circle, that is the direction for our next continuous optimization!"

That expert in the jacket, however, rubbed his chin, thoughtful:

"Although it's not round, to achieve this level of non-preset trajectory adjustment under such low cost and simple control..."

"Very interesting. This unpredictability itself is an advantage in certain scenarios."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao's eyes lit up again: "Leader is wise! That's exactly the kind of 'seductive' movement we want, to keep the enemy guessing!"

For the grand finale, Wang Hao brought out his "swarm" concept verification projectile.

Launching three micro-warheads at once.

Requiring them to hit different points in the same area at different times and from different angles.

This time, the demonstration was a stunning success!

The three small warheads seemed to have been given life; after briefly separating in the air, they drew three different beautiful arcs.

They covered the target area precisely almost at the same time, with the explosion points evenly distributed!

This scene completely stunned the entire venue!

"Low-cost, distributed strike..." The expert in the jacket's eyes were burning.

The look he gave Wang Hao had completely changed, "Young man, you've reached a new level with these 'firecrackers'."

Wang Hao was truly floating now, hands on his hips, wishing he could take off on the spot:

"Hehe, leader, you flatter me! Basic operation, it's all basic operation!"

Feng Yan watched as the experts surrounded Wang Hao and his launch device, asking questions.

He watched Chen Guang quietly organizing data on the side, and watched Li Yang silently wiping the armor of "Iron Wolf."

A heavy stone in his heart finally landed with a "clatter."

'The laser has mastered the skills of embroidery and fly-swatting, and the missile has managed to produce the feeling of abstract art and swarm tactics.'

He sighed inwardly, 'Our team, if nothing else, this style is definitely one of a kind!'

He knew that they had already exceeded their task for the conventional demonstration part.

And the real "king bomb," the "secret weapon" he had prepared, was about to appear.