141: Chapter 141 This is the confidence of the Great Xia

Four days later, Tianmen Base.

A silver-gray behemoth forty-four meters tall stood on the assembly platform.

Savior Mecha, Prototype Number 1.

Su Mingyuan stood on the observation deck, tilting his head back until his neck was sore.

Four days.

In just fucking four days, they had finished this behemoth.

"Group Leader Su."

Shen Yang walked over, his eyes red like a rabbit, covered in stubble.

"The last armor plate was just installed, and I had Lao Li and the others check it three more times."

His voice was hoarse. "The overall strength is more than double what the blueprints called for."

Su Mingyuan nodded, looking at Wang Haifeng.

The chief engineer of CASIC also looked like he had just come down from a construction site, his lab coat covered in black smudges.

"Are the weapon Systems installed?"

"Yeah, it took two days of tuning the plasma cannon to stabilize it. I was worried those twelve hundred small missiles would not fit, but the space utilization turned out amazingly well." Wang Haifeng wiped his face. "We tested the ammo-feeding System over fifty times, and every time went smoothly."

"What about the power transmission System?"

Academician Zhou slowly walked over with a cane, having lost a lot of weight over the past few days.

"The joints are tuned. The knee load-bearing capacity tested at four hundred eighty tons, not a single problem." The old man paused. "I have worked for forty years, and I never thought I would live to see something like this."

Zhao Wenxuan ran over from the control room, his eyes terribly red.

"The AI System is done! Tianhe-3 ran for three days, and the neural network response is zero point zero zero three seconds!"

He held up his laptop. "Fifteen hundred servers, three million lines of code."

"Is the power source installed?" Su Mingyuan asked.

"It is installed." Deputy Director Chen also looked exhausted. "The crystal core reactor has a continuous output of fifty thousand kilowatts, an eighty-nine percent conversion efficiency, and can run for two hundred forty hours. This power density... If I had not watched it being installed with my own eyes, I would not believe it."

Su Mingyuan glanced around.

Everyone in Tianmen Base was exhausted, but their eyes were bright.

"How is it, everyone?"

Su Mingyuan looked at the people present. "Remember the meeting a few days ago? When I said we would build it in seven days, you all shook your heads, saying this was impossible and that was impossible. And what happened? Four days, we got it done in four days."

He pointed at the mecha. "This is not a miracle; it is the experience and foundation accumulated by generations of Daxia. The world is most complete industrial chain was built generation after generation, factory by factory. Among the one hundred thousand skilled workers, are they not all veteran masters who have strived in the workshops for over ten or twenty years? These engineers, they are the ones who made the J-20, the ones who made the Dongfeng missiles, and the ones who made the space station. Gathering these people together to build a mecha in four days... To be honest, I am not surprised at all."

His voice paused as he swept his gaze across the room.

"This is the confidence of Daxia."

The workshop fell silent for two seconds.

Then applause broke out, growing louder and more enthusiastic.

Someone was wiping away tears, someone was clapping fiercely, and someone directly threw their safety helmet into the air.

Shen Yang and Wang Haifeng, the two old men who had been snapping at each other earlier, now stood with arms linked around one another.

"Old Wang, convinced this time?"

"Convinced." Wang Haifeng also had red eyes. "To be able to accomplish something like this in my lifetime, it is worth it."

Academician Zhou stood at the feet of the mecha, looking up at the steel giant.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

The old man did not wipe them away; he just watched like that, his lips moving, but nothing came out.

Forty years of steadfastness, forty years of persistence.

He had finally waited for this day.

Zhao Wenxuan wiped his eyes, his voice choked up slightly. "Group Leader Su, when does the test start?"

Su Mingyuan took a deep breath, putting away that momentary emotion.

"Now."

He turned around and looked at Zhang Dabiao in the crowd.

"Dabiao, it is your turn."

Zhang Dabiao was stunned, and then his entire body buzzed with excitement.

"Yes!"

He strode to the feet of the mecha, looking up at the forty-four-meter-tall behemoth.

To be honest, standing in front of this thing, humans were truly too insignificant.

It was like an ant standing at the feet of an elephant.

"Dabiao."

Dr. Tao walked over from the side and patted his shoulder.

"Do not panic. Just do it like you did during training. Think of it as driving a tank, except this tank is a bit bigger."

"A bit bigger..." Zhang Dabiao grinned. "Dr. Tao, this is not just a bit bigger; it is forty times bigger."

"Cut the crap." Dr. Tao also smiled. "Go on up, do not keep everyone waiting."

Zhang Dabiao took a deep breath and stepped onto the lifting platform.

The platform started up, creaking as it ascended.

One meter... ten meters... twenty meters...

The surrounding engineers grew smaller and smaller, finally turning into tiny black dots.

The platform kept rising until it stopped at the forty-four-meter-high cockpit entrance.

The hatch opened.

Inside was a streamlined seat, surrounded by a circle of holographic projection equipment and neural interfaces.

Zhang Dabiao crawled inside, sat down, and fastened his seatbelt.

"Neural connection, get ready to begin."

The voice of Zhao Wenxuan came through the headset.

Zhang Dabiao put on the helmet.

The moment the helmet was strapped onto his head, there was a sudden prick at the back of his neck—

It was not painful, but he could clearly feel something piercing his skin and extending all the way to his spinal cord.

Those were nano-probes establishing a connection with his nervous System.

Zhang Dabiao closed his eyes.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

And then—

The world changed.

He could "feel" every part of the mecha.

Not by looking with his eyes, not by touching with his hands, but by directly "feeling" it.

The arms were his arms, the legs were his legs; this forty-four-meter-tall steel lump was just like his own body.

Even the sense of weight was there—the weight of eighty tons pressing down on his "body," yet it was not a real physical pressure, but rather a wondrous sense of presence.

"Holy shit..."

Zhang Dabiao opened his eyes, and the holographic projection interface unfolded in his field of vision.

Dense data, various parameters, and real-time status monitoring.

But he did not need to look at those numbers because he could directly "feel" the mecha status.

Energy sufficient.

Weapon Systems on standby.

Joint movement normal.

Sensors fully activated.

This feeling...

"This is fucking awesome."

Zhang Dabiao grinned.

"Unit 1, neural connection complete."

Zhao Wenxuan stared at the monitor screen in the control room, his voice completely changed.

"Synchronization rate... ninety percent!"

"Fifteen points higher than expected!"

The surrounding technicians were all shocked.

"Ninety percent? Ninety percent on the first connection?"

"Looking at the technical blueprints, it says ordinary people are lucky to reach sixty percent on their first try!"

"This kid has freakish talent!"

On the observation deck, Su Mingyuan was also slightly stunned.

A synchronization rate of ninety percent meant that Zhang Dabiao could practically use the mecha as his own body.

This talent was indeed something else!