Chapter 46: You Underestimated The Chinese
“According to the current predicted development, Hong Kong may become a brand new city where manufacturing and finance each occupy half the territory, Japan will confront America ahead of time in technology, and America’s globalization will face challenges even earlier.”
Lin Ran stood in front of the blackboard pondering; even a brain capable of manually solving the N-S equations could not help him give an accurate response to future development.
However, no matter what, the early arrival of the maritime era could shape a multipolar world ahead of time, and this is beyond doubt.
It is also a major boon for China that could not be more major.
China’s basic conditions, human resources, and coastal deep-water ports will all become unique resources.
“Perhaps the World Trade Organization will be established ahead of time, and China can join the global economic cycle ahead of time.” Lin Ran thought, “But no matter what, I have already done what I can.
I cannot grasp how the world will change.”
Yangcheng
“56-6-12, 58-10-3, 59-1-3—these three strings of numbers should refer to the paper numbered 12 in issue 6 of 1956 of the Journal of Applied Mathematics and Physics, and the other two strings of numbers are similar.
And what Professor Lin meant by saying we could summarize the Monte Carlo method ourselves from these papers is that we should persist in receiving science-related academic journals from the West and excavate their valuable content.” Hua Luogeng explained.
The full-time personnel partnering with him asked: “So Professor Hua, these are the photocopy editions of these three issues of academic journals. You need to organize students who do not know the Monte Carlo method to complete the deciphering of the Monte Carlo method based on these three academic journals.”
The Monte Carlo method that Lin Ran passed to China is only known by Dean Qian’s team.
Hua Luogeng does not know it.
So this is also a kind of double-blind test.
Since you, Lin Ran, said we could decipher it ourselves, then we send the top-tier domestic mathematician Hua Luogeng to lead the team and see if he can summarize the Monte Carlo method based on the content you mentioned.
On the other hand, Dean Qian is in Harbin, modifying the DF-1 test missile based on the Monte Carlo method.
In the calculation room on the east side of the insulated shed, the girls are using wooden abacuses to double-check the orbital parameters.
The vacuum tube computer 103 developed by the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the corner of the wall is opening its heat dissipation holes to rest.
“Group Leader Zhao, the parabola curvature in the third section is controlled just as the Monte Carlo method predicted—no parameter anomalies!” Little Zhou, bent over the blueprint, suddenly looked up.
The female technician called Sister Zhao grabbed the conic section template and pressed it against the coordinate system; the pine ruler slid over the table full of blueprints recopied on blueprint paper, “Sure enough, after method optimization, we can calculate the parabola in the third section.
Dean Qian is really too amazing; he actually came up with such a useful calculation method.”
At this time, Dean Qian was taking off his glasses, facing the blackboard in the office and performing the final calculation:
“If we reverse-push the lateral deviation value by three increment units, then the missile’s tail flame disturbance field, since it is not a spherical wave but discrete vortices distributed along the shock wave surface, can be controlled, and its deviation degree will be lower than expected.”
After speaking, Dean Qian suddenly slapped the table: “I finally know what Lin’s 15th case means; we can use it to control the missile’s deviation!”
At 3 a.m. on July 30, flashlight beams swayed in the shadow of Launch Tower No. 7.
Dean Qian climbed up the 40-meter-high gantry crane, where the engineers of the backup power group were wrapping antifreeze cotton around the nickel-chromium alloy wires.
Fifteen kilometers to the east, the discarded R-2 missile training round abandoned by Soviet experts lay horizontally among the sand dunes.
“The leveling error of the gyroscope platform base must be compressed to three thousandths.”
Dean Qian grabbed the icy iron ladder handrail and pressed the old Li responsible for the telemetry system.
“Dean Qian, we really can’t do this, because the Soviet side refused to provide us with the latest flow guide grid.” Old Li said with a wry smile.
“No, you must achieve it! We’re just short of this from the expectation.
For follow-ups, we don’t have to be this strict, but this time you must achieve it for me!” Dean Qian’s dark circles were obvious, his eye sockets red as if he wanted to eat someone—this was the result of staying up countless nights.
He must prove something to Pokrovsky and more wants to be able to produce the missile that China currently needs most.
“Then we can only have Master Zhang grind it slowly and see if he can grind it out.” Old Li murmured.
“Sorry to trouble Old Zhang; you talk to him properly—this is the last priority-jumping work.”
In this era without precision lathes, anything with even slight precision requirements can only be hand-ground by people.
At dawn on August 7, the concrete cover of the semi-buried launch silo slowly slid open; on the cathode ray tube screen in the underground bunker of the command post, the green light spot representing the missile’s real-time trajectory was tearing through the ionosphere.
Qian Xuesen noticed that Pokrovsky’s pupils suddenly dilated; this expert who once led the Soviet P-2 missile design never imagined that the P-2 missile could still have such potential.
“Qian! This is not P-2.” He was now staring dead at the screen, where the precision range displayed the exaggerated number 500m.
Dean Qian smiled proudly: “Of course this is not P-2.
Didn’t we say from the beginning that what we are developing is DF-1!”
Pokrovsky stood up and gripped Dean Qian’s hands tightly, staring at the other and saying: “Qian, we are friends; you must tell me how you did it.”
As the P-2 design expert, he fundamentally did not believe this thing could still have this potential.
Their design theoretical precision could not even reach 500 meters.
Even if the DF-1 in Qian’s mouth is just a short-range ground-to-ground missile, 500-meter precision is enough for them to ignore all shortcomings.
What concept is 500 meters—this precision is already on the same level as America’s most advanced same-range ground-to-ground missile.
Such a missile was actually born in China, born in this country that has never developed an intercontinental missile.
Pokrovsky felt it was too unbelievable.
But he was also very glad, glad that he had not withdrawn back to Moscow like the other Soviet colleagues, but chose to stay here a little longer, to witness such a miracle.
After the translator conveyed Pokrovsky’s words to Dean Qian, he sneered: “Sorry, that’s impossible.
You tore up the agreement, so you no longer have the right to share DF-1 technical data.
It is you who abandoned it yourselves.”
“Qian, I apologize for underestimating the Chinese colleagues.” Pokrovsky’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, his fingers pressing motionless on the peak curve of the seismic wave record paper: “But you must give me the technical data.”
Dean Qian burst into laughter, the laughter echoing in the narrow underground bunker: “It’s no use telling me; I don’t decide.
But you got one thing right—you did underestimate the Chinese people!”
