190: Chapter 190 Finally, it's all done!

Eight hundred units?! Upon hearing this, the breathing of the dozens of experts present stopped in unison.

Shen Changhe's pupils also contracted sharply into pinpricks.

In their minds, a scene uncontrollably and frantically took shape: on a vast wilderness, eight hundred steel behemoths, five to six meters tall, were lined up in formation.

They had multi-purpose missile arrays mounted on their shoulders, rapid-fire laser cannons embedded in their arms, and pulse particle accelerator cannons on their backs.

The faint, eerie blue glow of cold fusion flickered on their chests, merging into a torrent of steel capable of devouring everything.

What a breathtaking strategic deterrent that was! Let alone fighting a local war, if this thing were rolled out, steamrolling a small country would be like child's play!

That hair-raising sense of shock made the blood of these old fogies, who had spent their entire lives in military industry, rush to their heads.

But just a few seconds later, the rationality honed by years of immersion in rigorous scientific research made them snap back to reality.

Not to mention that manufacturing the millions of precision parts required for eight hundred mechas within a month, plus assembly, was a task as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Most importantly, there was no prototype for trial and error!

Going directly into mass production without prototype verification meant that if there was even one tiny unclosed logic loop in the technical data provided by Lin Yuan, or if the tolerance of a single gear was calculated wrong by a micron... then the massive amount of special rare materials consumed by those eight hundred mechas would basically turn into a pile of expensive scrap metal!

Watching the tension and conflict on Shen Changhe's face, Lin Yuan did not offer too much explanation. He just stood quietly in front of the workbench, his deep eyes revealing an unquestionable, confident smile.

Seeing this, Shen Changhe's heart pounded violently, and his breathing became heavy like an ox's.

A series of heaven-defying achievements created by the young man in front of him over the past few months flashed through his mind.

Photolithography Machine, communication base stations, Artificial Intelligence, Room-temperature Superconductivity, Controlled Nuclear Fusion...

Which of these miracles, regarded as impossible by the whole world, hadn't been achieved with zero errors? Which time hadn't he fiercely slapped the faces of those skeptics?

Furthermore, since the higher-ups dared to unconditionally hand over the control of the entire Xishan Base to him, it in itself demonstrated the nation's trust in him.

Since the nation dared to gamble, what did he, an old man like Shen Changhe, have to fear in taking the risk!

"Hoo—" Shen Changhe exhaled a breath of turbid air, his muscles tensing up. He suddenly raised his right hand and slammed it heavily onto the hard metal tabletop with a "slap."

"Good!" Shen Changhe's eyes were bloodshot, his voice as loud and resonant as a bell, roaring out: "Eight hundred it is!"

"Academician Lin, since you dare to set this number, we at Xishan Base dare to take this job. Within a month, the parts for eight hundred Chengying will be manufactured for you, not one missing, and fully assembled!"

Lin Yuan looked at Shen Changhe's do-or-die expression, and the smile on his face deepened. He nodded slightly, his tone gentle yet extremely penetrating.

"Everyone, rest assured." "Trust me, there will be no problems with the technical data."

Subsequently, Lin Yuan's gaze swept over every flushed face in the hall, and he slowly raised his right hand, clenching it in the air.

"Then, I leave the rest to you all." "Let us work together to forge this sharp blade that will tear through the old era for the rise of Xia Country."

This sentence, like a spark, completely ignited the entire ammunition depot. The originally heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the hall was completely lit up.

"Let's do it!" "I'll stake my old life on this!"

Dozens of top experts, with a near-manic excitement and burning fire in their eyes, dove headfirst into their respective workstations.

The sound of keyboard typing was as dense as a rainstorm, and on the terminal screens of each group, data cascaded like a waterfall. The extreme schedule had officially begun!

… The next morning. The horizon had just begun to turn a fish-belly white, and the mountains surrounding Xishan Base were still shrouded in a thin mist.

"Rumble—" The dull roar of engines tore through the quiet morning. A uniform fleet of heavy armored military trucks, bumper to bumper, stretched as far as the eye could see.

The convoy drove into the base's unloading plaza. The rain tarps were pulled back, revealing a mountainous pile of massive supplies inside.

Nickel ore and palladium ore with a dark silver luster, tons of high-purity light and heavy rare earth raw ores, and neatly stacked molybdenum-tungsten high-temperature alloy master materials...

These special minerals, which were hyped to sky-high prices on the international black market and regarded by all countries as strategic lifelines, were now being transported to Xishan Base truck after truck, just like cheap cabbage.

Shen Changhe stood at the entrance of the passage, watching the convoy that was so long he couldn't see the end of it; his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he couldn't say a word.

This was the terrifying execution power of the state machine! With a single approval note from Elder Yang, in less than twenty-four hours, special minerals covering over a dozen strategic reserve bases across the country had all been assembled, transported overnight by special trains, and neatly stacked before him.

A young engineer nearby looked at the endless convoy and muttered softly, "This... how much is this..."

Shen Changhe didn't answer. He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked briskly toward the hall behind him. "Fire up the furnaces!"

The war furnace was completely ignited at this moment. … In the time that followed, Lin Yuan started an extremely terrifying dual-track sprint mode.

Like a tireless ghost, he frequently shuttled between Xishan Base and the Institute of Atomic Energy.

Most of the time, he was holed up in Xishan Base, guiding the preparation of each mecha component with breathtaking precision.

Every two or three days, he would take a car back to the Institute of Atomic Energy, sitting in command for several hours like a stabilizing force, precisely solving several key technical bottlenecks that popped up during the finishing stages of Thermonuclear Fusion.

Running between both ends, grasping both ends. The Q-value optimization progress of Controlled Nuclear Fusion would leap forward significantly every time he returned.

The preparation of the Chengying Mecha components also steadily advanced at an astonishing speed under his control.

And the international situation was just as Lin Yuan had expected. The intelligence agencies and decision-makers The Other Side of the Ocean were still deeply trapped in the quagmire of that chain of suspicion, unable to extricate themselves.

Was Room-temperature Superconductivity real or fake? Was Controlled Nuclear Fusion real or fake? Was it a solid technological breakthrough, or a carefully orchestrated strategic deception? No one dared to draw a conclusion.

Therefore, they only dared to engage in some tentative, under-the-table maneuvers and did not truly organize any substantive intervention.

Amidst their hesitation and internal friction, the two super-projects capable of changing the world order were sprinting towards final realization with an unstoppable, crushing momentum.

Time flew by. One day, half a month later, the night was as deep as ink. Inside the exclusive suite at Xishan Base.

The room's main lights were not on; only a desk lamp for eye protection emitted a soft halo of light. Lin Yuan leaned back against the large leather chair, his long legs crossed casually.

In front of him was an encrypted terminal, the screen's fluorescent light reflecting in his deep pupils.

"Click." Lin Yuan reached out and gently unplugged a military-grade encrypted hard drive from the terminal interface.

He held the heavy black hard drive in his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the cold metal casing, the corners of his lips curling up bit by bit, revealing a cunning smile.

"Finally, it's done!"

During this time, besides pushing forward the nuclear fusion and mecha mass production, whenever he had free time, he would, with the help of the terrifying computing power of the Artificial Intelligence "Xiaolong," conduct reverse integration and miniaturization processing on the existing Chengying Mecha technology.

Compressing the five-to-six-meter-tall heavy mecha down to a man-portable size that fit the human body. Optimizing the power supply matrix of the miniature cold fusion core, redesigning the body-fitting lining for neural connection, adjusting the output power of the palm pulse cannons...

And now. Everything was finished. Lin Yuan lowered his eyes, looking at the hard drive the size of a few inches in his hand.

Inside it, quietly lying there, was the full set of implementation technical data for the Xia Country version of the "Iron Man" individual combat armor!