A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 603 A Simple Exploration of a Reasonable Utilization Method Based on Retired Turbojet Engine

A permanent airport.

As the largest permanent airport in the vicinity of Beijing, it boasts four luxurious runways.

Yes, four!

Considering that Russia's Central Airport only has three runways, it's clear that this airport's mission is far from ordinary.

So here's the question: if it takes 40 minutes to clear snow from one runway, and all four runways are cleared sequentially, how many minutes do you think the last waiting plane will be delayed?

Oh, these are the initial data. Later, with the help of the small cannon, the airport reduced the snow removal time to within 28 minutes, for which it was awarded a collective third-class merit!

Strangely, these logistics soldiers had this medal painted on the little cannon. Perhaps this was the greatest affirmation for their silent comrades?

But at this moment, the snowflakes that should have been cleared away are still lying densely on the track.

At the end of the runway, there was a strangely shaped five-wheeled vehicle parked.

Take a closer look and you'll find that, apart from the walking mechanism below, which you might recognize, the thing on top will absolutely blow your mind.

Well, if I had to describe it, it's a bit like the Prism Tank from Red Alert.

The turret was welded with a bathtub-sized turbojet engine base. A MiG-15, pulled out of the maintenance depot, had its BK-1 turbojet engine pointing diagonally into the sky. The air intake was wrapped in a layer of gray burlap, like a tattered scarf on a giant beast.

The engine nozzle was roughly bent at a 60-degree angle and forcibly fixed to the chassis with twelve thumb-thick steel cables. Several soldiers who had vaguely read the "heavenly book" of the idiot last night were slowly tightening these steel cables with iron hoists.

Not only that, but a guy who called himself an engineer, but was actually a top-notch junk collector, even managed to modify a jet steering device using a combination of a jack and a railway switch lever. With two people working together, it took 3 minutes to rotate it 10 degrees, plus two half-sized steamed buns.

The engine hood was completely removed, exposing the dark red exhaust pipes. Several truck radiators were welded side by side to the side, and the coolant pipes were wrapped with slices of bicycle inner tubes to prevent leaks.

There's an anti-backflow grille installed at the front of the engine air intake. Sounds high-tech, right? But if I told you it's actually a cast iron furnace grate salvaged from a boiler room, would that make more sense...?

Two control systems were crammed into the original tank driver's compartment. The control mechanism in the driver's compartment on the left front remained unchanged. However, the original loader's place inside the turret was occupied by the throttle valve of the MiG-15 fighter jet, which was forcibly installed. The instrument rack, which originally had Slavic markings, was replaced by a wooden board by a top-notch junk collector, with the three gears "high, medium, and low" painted on it in red.

The ammunition compartment partition behind the loader was also removed, and two large fuel tanks were put in.

Our top-notch junkyard mechanic is here banging on some valves while stuffing insulating bricks he got from the boiler room into the gaps in the oil tank.

Last night, the logistics soldier in charge finished his work, glanced at the peaked caps pointing at the strange-looking machine in the distance, and climbed onto the roof of the tank.

"Jiang, are you sure this will work? Using an engine to blow snow? There are people over there saying that our air force has been driven crazy by enemy planes and wants to do what the navy does—put an engine on a tank and send it into the air to shoot down planes!"

"Tsk! Isn't this supposed to help you memorize the regulations better? Just install an engine and it'll fly? These people have some wild imaginations!"

After tightening a screw, Jiang Xia forcefully bent the pipe, and, finding the reliability within acceptable limits, peeked out to take a look.

Oops...

Soldiers with tank insignia, car insignia, and even some with WIFI signal-like insignia on their collar insignia had already gathered in a large crowd.

"Hey! I have a question that might be a bit too much to ask. Isn't this an air force base? How come you even have scrapped five-wheeled vehicles? Not only five-wheeled vehicles, you also have all the equipment from the railway bureau!"

Yes, that's right. The industry is extremely fragmented now. In theory, these two types of equipment belong to different management departments, and coordination would require at least the approval of someone at the level of the Minister of the Second Ministry of Machine Building.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Xia casually asked them yesterday, these guys who were frowning and reciting regulations answered very quickly. If it weren't for Secretary Liu taking out a small black notebook to keep them in check, they were probably so excited that they could have carried this tank waiting for repair right up to Jiang Xia's feet.

It was precisely because of this foundation that Jiangxia's project, "A Simple Exploration of a Reasonable Utilization Method Based on Retired Turbojet Engines," was able to be put into practice so quickly.

At the same time, through this project, Jiang Xia rescued a group of soldiers who were quite skilled in practical work but lacked a little in theoretical knowledge.

Because, although the "dictionary" was quite thick, the regulations inside were relatively lenient towards frontline personnel involved in the project, especially with an additional clause: "If frontline workers involved in the project have difficulty reading and writing, the requirements may be appropriately lowered, and they may simply study and memorize the outline of the confidentiality principles... If they are Party members, the requirements may be appropriately simplified."

Hehe, guess which senior figure specifically noted down such a practical requirement?

We've gone off on a tangent, let's get back on track.

The leading soldier remained silent, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he was comparing the actual answer with the general outline of regulations he had been memorizing while working the night before to see if there were any conflicts.

"Boom..."

Another soft sound came from the top of the tank.

An egg, its shell already peeled off and still steaming, appeared in front of Jiang Xia.

"Ha! Old Pang, what are you doing at this base?"

The lead soldier beside him answered Jiang Xia's question by standing at attention and saluting.

"(＾u＾)ノ~yo, have you been promoted?"

"Hey! It's nothing, just an extra egg every morning!"

Pang Guoxing lay on the outer edge of the tank, looking at the instrument panel that Jiang Xia was still fiddling with.

"What exactly do you need this for? Yesterday, my comrades came to me to get the exit permits for these damaged parts approved. They went in and out several times, and I didn't get a good night's sleep. If I hadn't been so exhausted from just being brought down, I would have come to check on them already. But they said you needed to get something done, so I just left the stamp on the table outside and let them stamp it themselves!"

"Wow, you can even issue approval slips now? That's great!"

Jiang Xia stuffed the egg into his mouth and asked hastily, "How come there's an extra tank in this flying place? Tsk, the turret even has a hole in it, is this some kind of meritorious vehicle?"

"It was transported back from the Northeast. It's not a meritorious vehicle; it's just an unlucky wreck!"

Pang Guoxing patted the metal thing with a sigh: "It was just going to a factory for maintenance, and their factory manager used some kind of cannon to shoot it in two holes. Poor thing..."

"What's even more pitiful is that it was originally supposed to be sent to the grassland factory for major repairs, but they said they are currently upgrading and renovating and can't take care of this little guy for the time being... So, it has been sitting here with us for several months."

what!

This sounds like a familiar accident.

Jiang Xia shrank back a little guiltily and patted the iron thing like Pang Guoxing did.

"Comrade, although...but..."

"You've been reincarnated, haven't you? You'll definitely be more impressive than your colleagues who can only fire cannons!"