Courtyard House: The Road to an Industrial Power

"Class monitor!"

"Class monitor!!!"

At this moment, besides the buzzing sound from the missile explosion, Li Yuanchao could hear...

All that remained was the sound of his comrades crying and wailing as they held onto the half-body of their squad leader.

News of the attack on the northern border soon reached Beijing.

Lin Weidong was in his office organizing his ideas for manufacturing a supersonic fighter jet; this time, they needed far too many things.

He needs to plan this carefully.

The project proposal on the table in front of him was scattered everywhere, and he overturned it again and again.

My hands were covered in ink stains from the undried ink on the paper.

Just as Lin Weidong tossed aside his empty pen and prepared to pick up a pencil to continue writing the project proposal.

The office door was pushed open forcefully by Li Huaide.

Li Huaide's hair was disheveled and his breathing was rapid; he clearly had just run in from outside.

Approaching Lin Weidong, Li Huaide took a deep breath and said anxiously, "Weidong! Something terrible has happened! North, North!"

Lin Weidong stared intently at Li Huaide, and he instantly guessed the bad outcome.

Li Huaide's next words confirmed his suspicions: "The North has been bombed by the Russians!"

"A whole village! Weidong! That's a whole village!"

"It was just bombed flat!"

Looking at Li Huaide, who was speaking excitedly and had tears in his eyes, Lin Weidong felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

The pencil in his hand snapped in two with a forceful squeeze, and Lin Weidong slammed his hand hard on the desk in front of him.

"Boom!"

The desk cracked instantly.

Lin Weidong gritted his teeth, his voice low and cold, and said, word by word, "They! How dare they! Ah!"

Lin Weidong thought that the early development of the nuclear bomb would prevent this tragedy, but he didn't expect that it still couldn't be avoided, and instead it was brought forward.

Li Huaide looked at the furious Lin Weidong and the smashed desk in front of him.

Lin Weidong took a deep breath and slowly said, "We are still too weak! I can barely protect myself right now."

"They have absolutely no military force capable of launching an attack!"

Just then, Su Wanqing, who had received news from the north, rushed to the office door.

Seeing the messy office and Lin Weidong's cold expression, she knew she didn't need to say anything now.

Half an hour later, in the conference room of the machinery factory.

Lin Weidong sat in the main seat of the conference room with a serious expression.

Once everyone had arrived, Lin Weidong's deep and powerful voice echoed throughout the conference room.

"This morning! While we were still snuggled in our warm blankets!"

"A brutal invasion has occurred on the northern border!"

"The Russian planes bombed one of our villages to the ground!"

"Not only that, after the bombing, they even turned around and tried to kill our border guards!"

"During this period, our border guards shot down a fighter jet with individual anti-aircraft missiles."

"If our air force hadn't arrived in time at the last moment, the fate of those border guards would have been unimaginable."

"But! Even if we manage to catch up, we can only watch them leave!"

"Why is that?!"

"Tell me why!"

Lin Weidong's voice grew louder and louder, and his tone became increasingly excited.

At this moment, the people below were completely silent, each with bloodshot eyes and clenched fists.

After a long pause, Chen Bin shouted, "Because our fighter jets are inferior to theirs! Because our radar systems are inferior to theirs! Because our satellites are inferior to theirs!"

"because……"

As he spoke, Chen Bin's voice gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

Lin Weidong's gaze swept over the people in the conference room, whose anger gradually turned into grief and shame.

"Bang!"

Lin Weidong slammed his hand on the table and shouted at everyone, "We may have been worse than them yesterday and today, but what about tomorrow and the day after!"

"We must surpass them! We must make them pay a bloody price!"

After taking a deep breath, Lin Weidong slowly sat down, looking at everyone with a firm gaze: "I have now mastered all the technology of third-generation fighter jets."

"We need to produce a prototype within a year! Within two years, we will retaliate in kind."

As soon as he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted in the conference room.

Russian air force base.

"Sergei!!!"

Upon hearing the news of his son's sacrifice, old Sergei flew into a rage in his office, smashing everything in sight to pieces.

The one who died was his only son, the one he saw as the one who would inherit the family's glory.

After venting his anger, all he could think about was the anti-aircraft missiles that the captain had mentioned in his report upon his return.

A single man-portable air defense missile was able to shoot down their fighter jet.

Suddenly he remembered Lin Weidong, whom he had mentioned before. It was this guy who created these damn anti-aircraft missiles.

"Lin Weidong! Just wait! The Sergei family's revenge will come soon."

A border post in China.

The outpost was shrouded in a deep sense of sorrow.

Squad Leader Chen's remains have now been put into a body bag.

After everyone gently placed the bags onto the vehicle, they all saluted the military vehicle in unison.

The car then slowly started, and with the roar of the engine, it gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Ceremony complete!" the vice squad leader shouted hoarsely.

But not a single soldier lowered his right hand in salute.

The deputy squad leader's eyes were red, and his vision was blurred with tears.

After a long while, he slowly lowered his hand, turned around and looked at the group of people with red eyes, and Li Yuanchao, whose clothes were already soaked with tears.

He walked up to the group and forcefully pressed their hands down.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull Li Yuanchao's arm down.

"Li Yuanchao!"

"I command you, stand at attention!"

The deputy squad leader, his eyes bloodshot, looked at Li Yuanchao and shouted loudly.

Tears streamed down Li Yuanchao's face, but his hand remained stubbornly raised.

"Li Yuanchao, let me tell you, nobody blames you for Squad Leader Chen's death. Blame the Russians!"

"Blame it on us for falling behind the Russians!"

The deputy squad leader grabbed Li Yuanchao by the collar, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, and said in an agitated tone, "You shouldn't be here!"

"You should be at the arms factory; only there can you avenge Sergeant Chen!"

In fact, the two squad leaders knew about Li Yuanchao's situation on the very first day he arrived.

Three days later, Li Yuanchao got into the car that came to pick him up.

On the bus, Li Yuanchao's mind was filled with the words his comrades had said to him.

"We must build our own fighter jets!"

"We must avenge our squad leader!"

Li Yuanchao clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the patrol route he had taken a few days earlier.

Looking at the border line that he and his comrades had crossed step by step.

His hand slowly reached into the job offer letter in his shirt pocket.

The address on the letter was "Hongxing Machinery Factory in Sijiucheng".