Chapter 61: The eve of splitting up? No, it's evolution!

The excitement of the successful "Dragon Chant Initial Test" was like the night sky after a brilliant fireworks show.

After the brilliance, what remained was the fatigue settled in the bones and a kind of confusion about "where to explode next."

For several days, a strange atmosphere permeated the "Insect Workshop."

Wang Hao no longer giggled at the data of his "Firecracker ProMax."

Instead, he scratched his head at the dense propellant formulas and structural stress diagrams on the computer screen.

That messy hair was plucked even more freely by him.

Li Yang, besides basic equipment maintenance, spent more time staring at the blank modeling interface.

His fingers tapped out chaotic rhythms on the workbench unconsciously.

Even Chen Guang temporarily put down the calibration of the laser.

Holding a copy of "Introduction to Standardized Process Flow" from the data room, with the cover almost falling off.

The light behind his lenses froze and flickered from time to time.

Feng Yan took all this into his eyes, internal OS: 'Good grief, collectively entered the sage time?'

'This won't do, need to find some new stimulation for the brothers, otherwise these battle-hardened muscles and bones will rust.'

He knew this was a natural pause after climbing a peak.

Facing the wider, yet more blurred mountains in front of him.

It was time to hold a meeting and light the next fire for the brothers.

Thus, on a night destined to still be filled with the mixed aroma of braised beef and spicy beef noodles.

Feng Yan called all the core members to the side of the "Insect Workshop."

Beside that "strategic conference table" that had weathered the storms and was covered with solder and unknown stains.

On the table, several buckets of instant noodles of different flavors were stubbornly steaming.

As if declaring some kind of unshakable tradition.

Beside it, there was a rare plate of peanuts that Wang Hao had found from some corner, looking a bit damp.

"Brothers," Feng Yan tapped the edge of the table with a wrench, making a crisp metallic sound.

Pulling everyone out of their respective abysses of thought, "'Dragon Chant Initial Test', this hurdle."

"We passed it beautifully! Awesome or not?"

"Awesome!" Wang Hao roared reflexively.

Then wilted again, "It's just... suddenly having nothing to do, feeling uncomfortable all over."

"Exactly," Feng Yan took over, "The previous drive is gone, so we need to find a new goal."

"Don't hold it in, let's talk openly, this 'Dragon Chant' of ours, where should it go next?"

"Continue to optimize according to the original R&D, or change the thinking and do something different?"

Wang Hao couldn't hold back first, grabbed a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth.

Chewing with a crunch, his eyes lit up instantly: "Must do something new, Brother Feng!"

"My 'Firecracker ProMax' just verified an idea! There's a long string of ideas waiting behind it!"

He gestured excitedly: "For individual soldiers, for squad support."

"Maybe later we can equip Brother Li's mecha with small missiles!"

"I've already thought of the name, let's call it 'Haoyu Starry Sky' project! How about it? Dominating?"

Feng Yan internal OS: '... Haozi's naming style, it seems it's still a stable performance.'

He didn't dampen Wang Hao's enthusiasm, and turned his gaze to Li Yang:

"Old Li, what about you?"

"Can't be satisfied with letting 'Iron Wolf' run laps in the testing field every day, or letting 'Xiao Bai' bump into the leader's door every day, right?"

Li Yang was silent, sliding his tablet computer a few times.

Then turned the screen to the center of the table.

It was not a complex blueprint, but three planning documents with clear structure and clear thinking.

"One, is the deep optimization of the 'Iron Wolf' platform." Li Yang's voice was low, but carried a metallic texture:

"Mainly solving reliability in extreme environments and maintainability for long-term missions."

"Some structures, I didn't dare to think about before, now with Zhao Gong here, we can try."

He slid the screen, the title of the second document was "Exoskeleton Technology Decomposition and Development Concept."

"The second one, about direction." Li Yang's gaze swept over everyone:

"'Iron Wolf' is too specialized, too expensive."

"I'm thinking, can we split it into two lines?"

He pointed to two branches on the chart: "One, continue the frontier pre-research of 'military enhanced type'."

"But only explore the possibilities of new materials, new transmissions, and modular interfaces, don't rush to integrate weapons."

"The other one," he paused.

His tone carried a hint of rare, almost longing meaning:

"Develop 'civilian auxiliary type'. The core is assistance, load-bearing, long endurance."

"The goal is logistics, rescue, even... helping ordinary people live with less effort."

"This thing might be harder than 'Iron Wolf', the focus is lightweight and intelligent energy."

Feng Yan's eyes lit up, internal OS:

'Holy crap! Old Li is enlightened!'

'This is not just a tech otaku, this is wanting to be a product manager!'

'Military technology sinking into people's livelihood, this pattern, this sentiment, absolutely!'

Wang Hao opened his mouth wide: "Brother Li! Your brain... civilian exoskeleton?"

"Later, can we wear mecha to move bricks, and watch dramas while working?"

Li Yang ignored Wang Hao's brain supplement and called up the third document—"'Dragon Chant-Bionic' Series Planning Map (Medium and Long Term)."

It clearly listed the iteration paths of spiders, centipedes, butterflies, and mantises.

Even some vague future concept boxes marked with "Ant Colony" and "Queen Bee."

"Holy crap!" Wang Hao exclaimed again, "Brother Li, you secretly evolved behind our backs, right?!"

Chen Guang looked at Li Yang's three plans, the light behind his lenses flashing rapidly.

He pushed up his glasses and silently opened his own tablet.

Calling up an extremely detailed, categorized table:

Information dimension: laser scanning modeling (infrastructure, archaeology, medical), laser communication (relay, confidentiality).

Energy dimension: low-power blinding/dazzling (security), micro-laser (integrated insects, blinding/cutting), high-energy weapon theory.

Measurement and processing: ultra-high precision ranging, laser micro-processing.

Each item was followed by technical nodes, current status, and expected goals.

Rigorous like a scientific research task book sent to himself.

"Based on the decomposition idea," Chen Guang's tone was flat and waveless, "I suggest prioritizing the promotion of laser scanning practicality."

"'Firefly' communication system and 'Bee Sting' micro-laser engineering implementation."

"These can be directly coupled with Old Li's bionic series and platform optimization."

Feng Yan looked at these two technical cores, one planning, one list.

Sorting out the technical context of the team's future clearly, his heart was so happy he almost couldn't hold it.

He was about to speak, when Zhao Gong, who had been sitting silently, playing with two smooth steel balls in his hand, spoke slowly.

"Ideas are all fancy." Zhao Gong didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice carrying the steadiness of an old machine tool:

"But no matter how beautiful the drawing is, if my hands can't keep up, it's all empty talk."

He stopped playing with the steel balls and looked at them:

"All deepening must rely on more solid craftsmanship and mass production capability."

"Especially Hao brat's 'Starry Sky', and Li Yang's 'civilian' stuff."

"Wanting to walk out of this workshop, relying only on my old capital and these few old machine tools, is tough."

The old man's words were like a ladle of ice water.

Just right, pouring on everyone's hot foreheads, instantly making people sober.

But it also ignited a stronger fighting spirit.

Feng Yan slammed the table, shaking the noodle buckets:

"Good! That's the spirit!"

"Have ideas, have patterns, and can see where the bones are!"

He stood up, hands on his hips, his face full of irrepressible joy:

"This isn't us splitting up! This is us evolving!"

"From rushing forward like a swarm, evolving into three arrows, each with unique skills, and able to twist into a rope!"

He pointed his finger at Li Yang, Chen Guang, Wang Hao:

"Old Li! Mechanical core belongs to you, exoskeleton deepening and 'Dragon Chant-Bionic' series, you take the lead!"

"Guangzi! Energy and information line, all branches of laser technology, you are responsible!"

"Haozi! Your 'Haoyu Starry Sky' project, missile practicality and serialization, get it going!"

"Zhao Gong," he turned to the old man, his tone solemn:

"I'll think of ways for equipment and personnel, you are our foundation, craftsmanship breakthrough and mass production system, rely on you to steer!"

He grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "So, nothing to say!"

"I now announce the second stage of 'Dragon Chant' project, officially opened now!"

"The theme is—'Technical Decomposition and Specialized Tackling'!"

"Just follow these three lines, drill to death for me, research thoroughly!"

"I want to see, this bunch of us, exactly to what extent we can evolve this 'Dragon Chant'!"

The meeting had no concluding remarks, and naturally dissipated in the steam of instant noodles, peanut crumbs, and re-ignited gazes.

Wang Hao had already hooked Li Yang's shoulder, spitting and discussing how to equip his "Starry Sky" with a "laser navigation eye";

Chen Guang took his tablet and went to Zhao Gong, asking for advice on the processing characteristics of a certain high-temperature composite material;

Feng Yan looked at this familiar yet brand-new lively scene.

Satisfied, he picked up his bucket of braised beef noodles and took a big gulp.

In the corner, only those few pieces of equipment that had just experienced the "initial test" stood quietly.

The metal surface reflected the light of the overhead lamp, as if also looking forward to the next more exciting performance. ===== CHAPTER 62 =====