Chapter 66

Li Yang, who returned from the amusement park "team-building," seemed to have been injected with new fuel.

He almost dove into that corner belonging to him in the "Insect Workshop."

Facing the preliminary conceptual drawing of the "Chengshan-Stable" module on the tablet computer, he began crazy detailed design.

The newly transferred structural engineers and technical officers were kept busy by him.

Various material performance data, ergonomic parameters.

Sensor selection schemes were rapidly passed within the temporarily formed "Civilian Exoskeleton Breakthrough Group."

Feng Yan would occasionally wander over and could see the bloodshot eyes of Li Yang.

But even more dazzling was that kind of almost paranoid focused light.

Zhao Gong would occasionally walk around with his hands behind his back, looking at the drawings Li Yang drew.

Occasionally using his calloused fingers to point at a certain key connection:

"Here, the stress is complex; using conventional bearings won't work, need to consider composite joints, or..."

He casually drew an extremely concise yet core-pointing structural schematic on the blank space of the drawing.

Li Yang stared at those few strokes, his eyes instantly shining frighteningly, and immediately buried his head in modifications.

With the support squad led by Zhao Gong as a solid backing, processing was no longer a bottleneck.

The combination of those high-precision machine tools and the craftsmanship of the old masters was surprisingly efficient.

In less than a week, the first batch of core components for the "Chengshan" prototype.

Including that "adaptive buffer joint" whose inspiration came from bumper car impacts and was optimized by the joint efforts of Li Yang and Zhao Gong.

Had already turned from drawings into physical objects shining with metallic cold light.

On the day of assembly, many people in the workshop gathered around.

Wang Hao even temporarily set aside his missile fuel ratios, standing on tiptoes and stretching his neck to watch the fun.

The appearance of the "Chengshan" prototype was much simpler and smoother than "Iron Wolf."

Less ferocious angles, more curves that fit the human body.

The metal frame presented a matte dark gray, with key joint parts covered by protective shells made of new engineering plastics.

When Li Yang wore it, although the wiring wasn't fully encapsulated.

It looked a bit messy, but the beauty of the combination of man and machine had initially appeared.

"Energy connection, system self-check."

Li Yang's voice came through the open helmet, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling.

He connected to the latest version of the "Xuanwu Type II" battery pack sent by Zhao Kaiyuan.

A slight humming sound rang out, and the indicator lights on each joint of the exoskeleton lit up green in sequence.

"Start basic load test." Li Yang took a deep breath.

Controlling "Chengshan" to walk toward the test weight blocks piled on the side.

He bent over easily, the mechanical arm and human body exerting force in coordination.

Picking up a metal block weighing 150 kilograms steadily, then walking.

The pace was steady, the movements natural, completely without the sluggishness and swaying of ordinary people carrying heavy loads.

"Buffer system test." Li Yang said.

Signaling Engineer Zhang on the side to use a special impact hammer.

To perform a medium-intensity impact on the waist and leg structure of the exoskeleton from the side.

At the moment the hammer head made contact.

Only to see the inside of the composite joint at the impacted part seem to emit an extremely slight "hum" sound.

The entire structure slightly adjusted its posture at an amplitude and speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.

Ingeniously dispersing and deflecting the impact force.

Li Yang's body only swayed slightly before quickly stabilizing.

"Beautiful!" Wang Hao couldn't help but shout, "Brother Li! Stable as an old dog!"

Li Yang ignored him, continuing to test a series of movements such as going up and down stairs, jogging, and turning in place.

Range data showed that under medium load.

The "Chengshan" prototype could work continuously for over six hours.

When Li Yang took off the prototype, although there was sweat on his forehead.

But the smile on his face, mixed with fatigue and immense satisfaction, was something Feng Yan had never seen since he knew him.

"It's done." Li Yang looked at Feng Yan and said heavily.

Feng Yan patted his shoulder hard, his inner monologue:

'Old Li's "Chengshan" might really become the pioneering work in the field of civilian exoskeletons!'

'This buffer, this range, is definitely a dimensionality reduction strike!'

And just as Li Yang's "Chengshan" prototype made breakthrough progress.

Wang Hao's side also ushered in a key transformation.

Previously, the "Haoyu Stars" plan was more stuck on paper and his mouth that ran like a train.

But this time, under the perfect logistics system and the powerful support of Zhao Gong's group.

Wang Hao had to calm down and start facing those boring but crucial details on the road to missile practicalization.

He was no longer satisfied with the skill-showing complex trajectory changes of "Firecracker ProMax."

Instead, he locked his target on depositing and simplifying its technology.

To build a truly reliable, batch-testable individual missile prototype.

He named this prototype "Peregrine Falcon."

The focus of "Peregrine Falcon" was stability, precision, and ease of production.

Wang Hao pulled the engineers responsible for thrusters and fuel in the support squad.

And dove into the difficulties of engine miniaturization and the batch production consistency of fuel columns.

"Zhao Gong, look at this fuel pouring process; it always produces tiny air bubbles, affecting combustion stability."

Wang Hao found Zhao Gong with a substandard fuel column sample, looking distressed.

Zhao Gong picked up the sample, looked at it against the light, and squeezed it with his hand.

Slowly saying: "Haste makes waste."

"The rotation speed, temperature, and time are all not quite there; you need patience."

"This thing, you can't always think about how to do it in one step?"

He took Wang Hao and several team members to readjust the rotation speed, temperature, and time of fuel mixing.

And personally improved the demolding slope and inner wall smoothness of the mold.

After repeated tests, they finally found the best combination of process parameters.

When the first batch of "Peregrine Falcon" missile engines and fuel columns produced using the new process came off the line.

And passed the rigorous ground static ignition test and performance consistency check.

Wang Hao looked at the smooth and perfect thrust curve on the screen, so excited he almost jumped up.

"Success! Brother Feng! Guangzi! Brother Li! Look! Consistency is over 95%!"

Wang Hao hugged the test data and shouted in the workshop like a child.

"Our 'Peregrine Falcon' can be mass-produced!"

This meant that the thing he, Wang Hao, had tinkered with.

Had for the first time truly stepped from the "verification missile" of the laboratory toward the threshold of an "weapon" that could be equipped and used in actual combat.

Li Yang looked at Wang Hao's excited appearance.

Rarely did he pour cold water, instead nodding: "Not bad."

Chen Guang pushed up his glasses, looking at the data:

"The engine works stably, providing a good platform for subsequent installation of more complex seekers."

Feng Yan looked at the "Chengshan" prototype parked side-by-side and those few missiles that had just passed the test.

The "Peregrine Falcon" missile prototypes flashing with cold metallic luster, a strong sense of achievement welled up.

Two lines advancing together, each with gains.

Li Yang's "Chengshan" took a key step from concept to physical object.

And Wang Hao, this former "conspicuous guy," finally proved with actual actions.

He didn't just have wild ideas, but the potential to land those ideas.

Under the workshop lights, on one side was auxiliary power full of humanistic care.

On the other side was calm and efficient precision strike.

They were displayed there quietly, as if silently declaring.

The fangs and bones of "Longyin" were becoming sharper and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Hao stroked that qualified "Peregrine Falcon" missile.

The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He whispered to himself, as if swearing to himself:

"This... is just the beginning."