The two-month cooperation period passed by in a flash, and the acceptance date arrived as scheduled.
Chinese Academy of Sciences's engineering team pulled dozens of heavy trucks and drove into Canglan Naval Port.
The carriage is equipped with a complete production line.
Priest Kallen stood on the dock, his mechanical prosthetic eyes flashing red, staring at the equipment that had been hoisted down, and binary codes flowing crazily.
He walked quickly to the production line, leaned down, and stroked every interface and guide rail of the assembly line with his robotic hand.
The data processing core is running wildly, comparing the records of STC in the database.
"No, it's still close." Kallen murmured to himself, "Some links still require manual intervention and have not reached the standard of complete automation..."
"But even so..." his voice trembled, "It's enough to make Forge World's Tech-Priest jealous."
Priest Kallen turned to look at Fu Haoran, the binary code flowing faster. "Sir Governor, do you know what this means?"
"Many people think that STC is just a small manufacturing machine, but the real STC is a complete full-category production system!"
"The production line in front of us has reached the threshold of STC. The only shortcoming is probably that it is not precise enough."
Fu Haoran is still having a headache. How to explain it? Something more shocking has arrived.
Three thousand sets of powered exoskeleton armor were wrapped tightly in three-color cloth, and only the outline could be vaguely seen.
Although Kallen despises this low-end and backward anti-peeping method, he must admit that this method is the simplest and most effective.
Of course, these armors combine the Tony Mark III battle suit and the Force Feedback Power Armor of Warhammer. The whole body is covered with hydraulic shock-absorbing nodes, and the telex system at the joints is perfectly integrated.
The back is a coalax modular tactical backpack with neatly arranged hexagonal honeycomb interfaces and a built-in independent power supply and exoskeleton support system, which can not only supply energy to the exoskeleton, but also provide stable energy to Hellgun Laser weapons.
Priest Kallen reports to Fu Haoran:
"Sir, I have finished checking."
"All powered exoskeleton armors use the second generation Arc Reactor. The basic strength is increased by 20 times and can easily lift 2 tons of weight."
"The load capacity is 900 kilograms, and an interface is reserved for subsequent external armor."
"It has the ability to fly short distances, with a top speed of 180 kilometers per hour and a battery life of 8 hours."
"It can carry a 12.7mm anti-material rifle directly from the front, and is immune to small arms, shell fragments, nuclear radiation, and biological and chemical gases. In the future, according to your instructions, a large number of Plasteel will be plugged in to enhance the defense."
"The current cost is only one-fiftieth of the Tony·Stark Mark III generation suit, and it can be mass-produced."
Fu Haoran is very satisfied with the batch of Power Armour in front of him. The most important thing is mass production.
Unlike Warhammer World and Force Feedback Power Armor, these products of the 2K era have built-in tactical computers, auxiliary aiming, telex systems, and respiratory and circulatory systems.
Wearing this, ordinary soldiers can become small Astartes warriors.
People from the military gathered around, banging and talking.
Zheng Xian was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "A sharp weapon for street fighting, an artifact for attacking cities."
He changed the subject. "But on a high-intensity battlefield, this level of protection is still not enough."
"Without thick enough armor, the frontal battlefield cannot withstand a saturation strike."
The old chief nodded.
In his eyes, war still depends on the torrent of steel.
This kind of individual soldier equipment is just the icing on the cake.
Neither of them noticed that Fu Haoran looked at the armor on the test field with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
"These are just semi-finished products. When I print the outer armor of Plasteel with that set of STC, they will no longer exist if they look useless now!"
No one even noticed that Priest Kallen was staring at those Power Armor, and the red light of the mechanical prosthetic eyes almost solidified.
He knew very well what this design meant.
Force feedback system, hydraulic assistance, second-generation reactor, plus reserved Plasteel plug-in interface...
This is completely a reduced version of Space Marine Power Armor!
When ordinary people wear it, their strength can directly equal that of Astartes!
Three thousand sets of finished products means that three thousand super soldiers comparable to Space Marine can be produced instantly!
Kallen's mechanical fingers trembled slightly.
In Forge World, only the most devout priests and the most elite Space Marine are qualified to touch Power Armor technology.
And here, mortals can also put on this war machine.
"Is the governor preparing for all this from the beginning?" Kallen looked deeply at Fu Haoran.
The largest modification project is in the torpedo room of Cobra-class Destroyer.
This project was proposed by Fu Haoran a month ago: the military engineering team and the technical team led by Priest Kallen drilled into the torpedo room of Cobra-class Destroyer and replaced the idle and dismantled torpedo launchers with new missile guide rails.
Instead of launching vertically, which would be too much of a change and the construction period would be too long, we could directly lay it flat and use the long enough bay of Destroyer to convert it into a horizontal launch array.
The senior academicians are very supportive of this and think it is a rare opportunity for learning and exchange.
Fu Haoran saw the advantage of this group of people who were not bound by dogma and could mobilize the whole country to implement technology. Taking advantage of the opportunity of transformation, he asked them to help him complete the firepower upgrade of the battleship and the reverse disassembly of the blueprints for free.
The key is, they still give you canned food.
Now, it's time for acceptance.
"The range is 18,000 kilometers, Mach 20, and the mission is guaranteed to be achieved." The military representative spoke calmly, but revealed a sense of confidence.
The original weapon configuration of the Cobra-class Destroyer consists of only a single-barreled light Macro-cannon turret at the bow and two short-range Lance Defense Tower at the bow. It can only deal with small fighters and missile interceptions, and is basically useless in the face of battles with battleships.
But now, it can launch four intercontinental supersonic missiles at one time, can also load automatically, and has the capability of continuous strike.
Don't underestimate this change!
This change allows the Destroyer to instantly possess the top strategic strike capabilities of the Blue Star. No... even in space battles, it will not fall behind!
Kallen A ridiculous idea flashed through his mind.
He had reason to be so skeptical, because these changes were not without basis.
Fu Haoran asked him to refer to Viper-class Missile Destroyer for adjustments.
However, Kallen's thoughts were quickly replaced by another thing.
He suddenly remembered that two hundred years ago, in the Forge World square, a conservative priest threw the manuscript he had studied all his life into the Melta furnace in public.
"You shouldn't question dogma." Archmagos's voice was as cold as if he was describing the inspection report of scrapped equipment, "Machine Cult doesn't need thinkers, only executors."
Kallen's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed violently. He remembered clearly that not long ago, a group of people were arguing about the fixing plan of the missile guide rail. A young engineer who had just graduated two years ago put forward his own idea.
Finally it was accepted!
No scolding, no punishment, no you shouldn't question authority.
Kallen At that time, I watched the young man running to the console excitedly, watched the chief engineer continue to direct the construction as if nothing had happened, and watched everyone perform their duties. No one thought there was anything wrong with this.
Question authority, speak with data, and be adopted.
It's that simple.
What he has pursued all his life, but was completely banned by Machine Cult, has become the most common thing here.
Kallen lowered his head and stroked the cold metal surface of the missile launcher with his robotic hand.
"Omnissiah..."
His voice was hoarse, with two hundred years of depression and trembling.
"Is this where you want me to find you?"
A world that allows thinking, questioning, and wild imagination to take root.
Kallen raised his mechanical prosthetic hand and slowly performed a Machine Cult pilgrimage to the fully automatic production line.
He whispered the prayer Omnissiah in his mouth.
This time, it was not out of blind obedience to dogma, but out of awe of technical truth.
That evening, the cooperation officially came to an end.
The scientific researchers who boarded the ship for two months of inspection reluctantly stepped off the ship, but no one kept any information privately.
Everyone compiled the technical data and reverse engineering drawings recorded in the past two months into a volume and shared it with the country. They also left a complete set of backups for Fu Haoran.
The old chief stood by the gangway, looked at Fu Haoran, and said solemnly:
"It was a pleasure working together and I hope we can work together again one day."
He paused. "Of course, if you encounter trouble outside, as long as it is within our territorial waters, we will never sit idly by and ignore it."
Fu Haoran nodded and smiled.
After everyone disembarked, he returned to the bridge and opened System Panel.
[Get: Laser weapon battery production line × 1]
[Obtain: Powered exoskeleton armor production line x1, powered exoskeleton armor x3000 sets]
[Obtain: Tactical backpack × 3000 sets]
[Obtain: Intercontinental missile technology (including production line)]
[Current world line change rate: 62.7%]
[Obtained the title "White Wolf with Empty Gloves": Universal Points+6666, free attribute points +6]
[PS: The host's empty-handed white wolf has gone to the trouble! Using other people's technology and the technology of the bad street, it has obtained a full set of reverse engineering materials for free, as well as several fully automatic production lines, and even the battleship has been upgraded for free!]
Fu Haoran was flipping through the information, and his smile never stopped.
From the first day of cooperation, what he wanted was not just a simple technical observation, but a complete set of industrial data that could reproduce Cobra-class Destroyer in Hive City.
Hive City Noble Fleet is always the biggest trouble, and just one Cobra Class is simply not enough.
As the simplest warship among Warhammer World that can sail on Warp, its simplicity is only compared to Machine Cult and various industrial Hive World.
For Planetary Governor, who is extremely poor, it is still an astronomical figure.
If you don't want to ask others, you can only find a solution yourself.
Now that the drawings are available, all that remains is a matter of time.
As night falls, the lights of Canglan Naval Port gradually dim.
In the bridge of Cobra-class Destroyer, Fu Haoran looked at the coordinates on the chart and tapped the console lightly with his fingertips.
"Wade, start the engine."
"Priest Kallen, ship-wide system self-test, Void Shield starts at full power, shielding all radar signals."
"As you command, Lord Governor!"
The battleship's engine made a low roar and slowly drove away from Canglan Naval Port.
The moment he sailed out of the territorial waters, Fu Haoran looked at the coordinates of Murmansk Naval Port on the screen with a playful smile on his lips.
After two months of cooperation, he got everything he wanted.
Now, it's time to go to the second stop and talk to Maozi about a big deal.
"This time, there is no need to say hello in advance."