Genius is just the threshold for me!

Chapter 77 The Strength of the Industrial Monster

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At 9 p.m., the minibus with military license plates drove all the way to the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) residential area.

Everyone got off the bus one by one with their belongings. When Lin Dong got off, the driver, a soldier who had just gotten off to help carry the things, suddenly shouted.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Lin Dong stopped and turned around curiously.

"...Student, you are absolutely right. The development of the times is unstoppable."

The driver-soldier hesitated for a moment and said, "It's better for us to have the technology of these swarm drones than for them to be in the enemy's hands. We've made a fool of ourselves today."

"We've really never seen anything like this before. An entire armored battalion, and it was gone in less than five minutes..."

"Uncle, no one will laugh at you. You will always be our pride."

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong composed himself and said seriously, "There's a saying: Success doesn't have to be achieved by me, but I will definitely be a part of it."

All three branches of the armed forces serve the same country, and the role of the army can never be replaced by equipment.

I believe that with technological advancements, equipment that truly enhances the army will appear soon.

"Success doesn't have to be achieved by me, but I will definitely be a part of it..."

The driver-soldier's expression froze. He pursed his lips, and the lingering confusion in his eyes was suddenly replaced by a layer of moist mist.

Swish!

The driver-soldier stood at attention, raised his hand in a military salute, his voice trembling and choked with emotion.

"Thanks."

"Uncle, drive carefully on your way back."

Lin Dong returned a fairly standard military salute, waved while carrying his schoolbag, and followed Xu Qingling, who was waiting nearby, back to the residential area.

"Since when have you been doing ideological work with political commissars?"

The two walked into the residential area. Xu Qingling, carrying her schoolbag, followed beside Lin Dong, her ponytail swaying lightly on her shoulder. She couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

"You'll understand if you listen to Comrade Lin Weiliang's ideological education classes," Lin Dong replied with a smile.

"Will Uncle Lin still take care of you now?"

Xu Qingling opened her eyes wide, her bright eyes filled with surprise.

She knew Lin Dong's situation well. Ever since the summer vacation of her second year, Lin Dong had created the hot 001 drone, which forced Lin Weiliang to "get a promotion and change careers".

Aside from dealing with people and interpersonal relationships, Lin Weiliang and Zhang Xiali didn't concern themselves with Lin Dong's affairs after that.

"He's quite nosy," Lin Dong chuckled softly.

He understood the feelings of Qi Jingchuan and the army soldiers.

This is a cognitive collapse and a sense of bewilderment about the future caused by the sudden and forceful destruction of one's years of training and effort by something.

In fact, what people fear most in life is not difficulties, but the sudden loss of faith.

This is like the Gulf War of 1990.

Faced with countless missiles and information-based warfare, seeing Iraq wipe out its entire army without even seeing the enemy, was truly astounding.

At that moment, not only Iraq was crying, but countless military experts in the country who had spent their lives researching tanks and artillery also shed tears all night long, and were haggard and half-dead overnight.

In their tears lay the shock of their life's work and beliefs being destroyed, and even more so, the bewilderment at having spent so many of the country's resources only to find that they had served no purpose whatsoever.

As for why Lin Dong knew so much about it...

In his previous life, he studied animation in college, but before he even graduated, he was brutally killed by AI, leaving him feeling lost. Lin Weiliang told him the stories of several older generation military industry workers.

Describe it using the words of an old man when Lin Weiliang was almost fifty years old in his previous life.

The general trend of the times is irreversible, yet it also ebbs and flows, and no one knows whether they are standing on the highest wave.

As a member of this era, success may not be yours alone, but as long as you don't give up, you will definitely have a share of success.

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After chatting with Xu Qingling for a few minutes, the two parted ways downstairs, and Lin Dong went home alone.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on one by one, and the hum of the elevator echoed through the corridors.

Because this military exercise was led by Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC), Zhang Xiali from the logistics department has been working overtime these past few days, leaving Lin Dong alone at home tonight.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Lin Dong grabbed a carton of milk, sat in the living room, and opened his laptop to check today's emails.

"Two more emails. Comrades Lin Weiliang and Wang Xingguo are not doing a good job. There are so many problems every day."

Lin Dong opened his secure email account and saw two unread emails, one from Lin Weiliang and one from Wang Xingguo. He took a sip of milk and opened Lin Weiliang's email first.

"The distributed algorithm problem has been solved, and the performance allocation of the bee colony system is not a problem. However, the number of bee colonies still cannot exceed three thousand, as if we have encountered an invisible barrier."

The current assessment is that the bottleneck is in communication, but no solution has been found, and the communication bandwidth has not reached its limit...

After reading Lin Weiliang's problem description, Lin Dong flipped to the test data and the newly improved algorithm, thought for a moment, and then typed a reply.

It's a communication problem, but it's not really related to bandwidth. The communication of the 3,000 bee colonies is already approaching the limit of the dynamic routing algorithm. Dad, you've already touched the limit of current technology.

There are two solutions.

One approach is to rewrite the dynamic routing algorithm to increase its upper limit.

Apart from the internal paper numbered 6778-G12 which describes a vague idea, there are no other references. This approach is quite difficult and is not recommended.

The second approach is to refer to the networking mode of real-world communication base stations, add a high-power, high-performance drone powered by fuel as the queen bee node, connect 2,998 bee colonies as terminals to the queen bee, and then have the queen bee node and other bee colonies work together.

This solution is relatively easy to implement, and we recommend adopting this method. However, we must pay attention to the swarm defense strategy, because the drone at the queen node will become a visible weakness of the swarm...

"With a swarm of three thousand bees, even with the communication coding and algorithms of 5G from the previous life as a foundation, it would still be close to the algorithm's limit without setting up node routing. Going any further would be uncharted territory in terms of technology."

Talent determines the limits of one's potential.

Effort determines the height one can reach.

With his father's talent, it's fine to point him in a path and follow it diligently, but if he tries to push his limits and break through further, that's clearly not going to work.

"Calculus is taught in university, so this kind of work, which is pushing the boundaries of uncharted territory, is really asking too much of my dad's talent."

Lin Dong shook his head, sent the reply email, took a sip of milk, and opened Wang Xingguo's email.

"Mass production process data for third-generation single-crystal nickel-based materials... 239 sets of data, that many?"

Lin Dong's brow twitched slightly as he subconsciously retrieved the email he had last sent to Wang Xingguo regarding the issue of third-generation single-crystal nickel-based materials.

The last email was sent two days ago, exactly three days ago.

To complete so much data in just three days, how many laboratories were mobilized to run the experiments together?

To know.

High-precision materials testing is notoriously difficult and time-consuming.

As the most advanced third-generation nickel-based material in the field of materials science, the difficulty of its process testing is self-evident.

Even without any mistakes, the time cost alone is over fifty hours to complete a single task.

And now, in just over three days and seventy hours, 239 sets of experimental data have been generated...

"This pace is a bit alarming... Is it like all the qualified and technologically capable laboratories across the country have been mobilized to keep up with this pace?"

"At this pace, the entire process should be completed in no more than six months... This is a third-generation single-crystal nickel-based high-temperature alloy, the cornerstone of the J-20A's heart!"

Lin Dong was somewhat taken aback.

This was the first time he had experienced the power of an industrial monster.

Although the scale of domestic industry at this time was far from the exaggerated scale of what would become known as the "Industrial Cthulhu" a decade later, it had already begun to show its potential.