Chapter 391 A Magnitude 12 Earthquake

The impact brought by this steel monster was like an invisible magnitude 12 earthquake.

It rapidly spread to the entire upper echelons of the military.

A certain large military region in the Eastern Country.

Inside a spacious and bright headquarters office.

Commander Liu, the head of this military region, was currently sitting behind a large desk.

He wasn't processing the mountain of documents at hand, nor was he answering any phone calls.

Instead, with a serious expression and a furrowed brow, he was watching the livestream about "toys" that Li Jiajun was conducting on the computer screen.

On the screen, every inch of ground crushed by that tracked behemoth clad in firefighting attire seemed to press down on the old veteran's heart.

Right then.

Accompanied by two urgent "thump-thump" knocks.

The office door was pushed open.

A silver-haired, white-headed old man wearing a scientific research uniform walked in with an anxious expression.

He was the Chief Engineer of the military region's top-tier armor laboratory.

This Old Expert, who had spent most of his life in the field of armored vehicles, was clutching a roll of blueprints in his hand.

Walking up to the desk.

The old man raised the back of his hand and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

He sighed and said with a bitter smile:

"Commander Liu, the mission for our military region's subordinate research institute to tackle the power and protection of that new generation main battle tank is proving a bit difficult."

"The chassis's suspension system simply cannot bear such heavy composite armor. If we force the installation, the engine's heat dissipation and transmission can't keep up."

"The performance indicators are far from meeting expectations."

...

These words were full of helplessness and fatigue.

It turned out he had encountered an insurmountable technical bottleneck while researching the new generation of tanks.

To balance mobility and protection, the entire laboratory team had been pulling all-nighters for over half a month.

But the physical limits were there, and the barriers of material science could not be broken through just by staying up late.

He shook his head and sighed, wanting to continue complaining in hopes that the headquarters would approve more R&D budget and time.

However.

Just as he was about to speak.

His gaze casually fell upon the computer monitor on the commander's desk.

Specifically, on the livestream broadcast that was playing.

When he saw the silhouette of that tracked vehicle parked in the factory backyard, equipped with a demolition shovel and an ultra-long spray pipe,

the Old Chief Engineer's voice came to an abrupt halt.

He was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning, standing there in a daze.

The blueprints in his hand slipped onto the desk, yet he was completely oblivious.

Immediately following that,

from the small speakers on the desk came Li Jiajun's relaxed and comfortable voice.

The Old Chief Engineer clearly heard the series of parameters the young Streamer casually reeled off on the screen.

Things like 600mm equivalent composite armor.

Things like 1,500 horsepower turbocharged diesel engine data.

And even an off-road speed of 70 kilometers per hour.

...

Then,

these seemingly ordinary figures

instantly exploded in the mind of this top-tier armor Expert.

He felt his scalp go numb.

As an insider, he knew all too well what kind of terrifying industrial integration capabilities and material science foundation were required to combine these three indicators into a single vehicle.

'This is impossible!'

'How big would a 1,500 horsepower diesel engine be? How was it squeezed into that chassis, and how was the heat dissipation issue solved?'

'And that 600mm equivalent protection—how heavy must that hull be? How could rubber-padded tracks possibly withstand such weight and still hit a speed of 70 kilometers per hour?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

These questions swirled rapidly in his head.

But the steel behemoth on the screen, which had just finished its mobility demonstration and stood as steady as Mount Tai, was using ironclad facts to tell him that all of this was true.

He discovered with horror

that the data Li Jiajun casually mentioned was actually more impressive than the data for the next-generation tank he had poured his heart into, leading over a hundred researchers in day-and-night battles to develop!

It could even be said to have formed a gap-level dimensional reduction strike.

The Old Chief Engineer swallowed hard, feeling as if his entire worldview was being rubbed into the dirt by a "fire truck."

...

And at this very moment,

in this vast online world,

it wasn't just the Old Chief Engineer standing in front of the desk who was shocked into silence.

Many military personnel lurking in the livestream room, hidden behind ordinary numeric aliases,

also instantly understood how incredible this tank disguised as a fire truck was.

Protection, mobility, and reserved space for firepower.

Every detail perfectly matched all the ultimate fantasies of a modern king of land warfare.

How was this selling civilian rescue equipment?

This was practically showing the entire military the prototype for the army's main equipment for the next decade!

Faced with such temptation,

this group of military bigwigs, who were usually protective of their own and thirsty for advanced equipment, could no longer hold back.

Their fingers tapped rapidly on keyboards and phone screens.

Impatiently, they sent bullet chats on the public screen:

"Stop watching! I want this vehicle, I want it!"

"Streamer, hurry up and post a deposit link. We'll send someone to pick up this prototype immediately!"

"This vehicle is too important to us. Whether it's the chassis technology or the armor craftsmanship, we must have it!"

...

For a moment, the number of bullet chats in the entire livestream room experienced a blowout explosion.

Then,

although these people were all sending bullet chats using alt accounts, appearing on the surface to be just a group of wealthy "bros" with strange usernames fighting over an expensive "toy,"

because of their usual speaking tone and certain alt names commonly used within their inner circles,

those familiar with them could tell who they were at a glance.

At the very least, these military personnel staring at the screen recognized their old rivals—the ones they often argued with until they were red in the face at the conference table—through their alt accounts.

Facing this equipment that was ahead of its time,

they refused to yield to one another.

Completely casting aside their usual dignity, they bickered with each other in the bullet chats:

"Old Zhang, your side should just give up. This vehicle is destined for our unit!"

"Bullshit! What do you mean destined for you? The terrain on your side can't even utilize the advantage of this high horsepower. This vehicle must be allocated to our unit!"

"Stop arguing, everyone. Our budget is the most plentiful. Little Factory Director Li, just interface with our unit directly. We'll pay in full instantly!"

...

And so,

a cutthroat scramble began right there in the bullet chats.

If you offered a high price, I would cover the shipping; if you promised long-term cooperation, I would immediately send a convoy to stake out the factory gates.

Words thick with the smell of gunpowder scrolled rapidly across the screen, leaving the actual ordinary Netizens stunned.

Meanwhile, in the factory backyard,

Li Jiajun was standing beside the tracks of that massive "firefighting armored vehicle."

Holding his phone,

he watched the heated argument in the livestream room.

Seeing those bullet chats repeatedly saying, "Our unit must have this,"

while he felt speechless, he also felt incredibly gratified.

Li Jiajun still thought these active alt accounts belonged to firefighting procurement personnel from various provinces and cities fighting for orders.

After all, only those official firefighting units that frequently faced chemical plant fires and had ample budgets would have such a strong desire to purchase and the financial power to do so.

'It seems the path Uncle Liu pointed out has truly worked.'

'As expected, as long as it starts from the perspective of protecting firefighters' safety, truly practical and durable civilian rescue equipment will definitely have no shortage of buyers.'

He became even more satisfied in his heart.

Meanwhile, on Liu Jianguo's side...