The design drawings of the stealth fighter were broken down and modified, and it took five days to come up with the first version.
Song Jing pushed the tablet away and said, "This is the best version that can be modified at present. If it still doesn't work, change it again."
"Quick, go to the operating room immediately!" Mr. Shi Er was the first to stand up.
The other engineers also started to move, with excited expressions.
They don't know how to draw design drawings, but they are very good at welding.
Song Jing gave the drawings to Shi Yan, "There are specialties in the art, and the next step is up to you."
When Shi Yan took the drawing, he pinched her fingertips and said, "I haven't slept for ten hours in the past few days. Take a good bath, eat some food and get some sleep."
Head of Song Dynasty.
Shi Yan didn't say anything more and took a group of engineers to the operation room.
Song Jing drew the pictures and Shi Yan practiced the movements. He wanted to create the fighter plane she described accurately.
The conference room has long been covered with a lot of bedding and mats. These days, many designers sleep directly in the conference room.
When I was tired, I would lie down and sleep for half an hour or an hour, then get up and continue drawing. I would also eat the simplest and most convenient box lunches, in order to improve the design drawings of the stealth fighter as quickly as possible.
No one left this conference room except to go to the bathroom.
Now everyone looks haggard and somewhat slovenly.
But everyone's eyes were astonishingly bright, and everyone was extremely excited, "Great God Mo Jiu, we will definitely succeed this time, right?"
Song Jing returned the tablet to the person next to him, "Not necessarily. Our improvements are all at the critical point of our current technical level. If there is even the slightest mistake in any link, we will lose all our efforts."
"That's okay. At least we have found the direction now. It is only a matter of time before we successfully create a stealth fighter."
"Great God Mo Jiu, will you still stay at the research institute during this period? I have many questions to ask you."
"And us!"
A group of masters who were among the top fighter aircraft designers in the entire Feng Kingdom were staring at Song Jing with stars in their eyes.
"Not necessarily." Song Jing had a lot of things on his hands. He was able to follow Shi Yan during this period because he had to draw design drawings and upgrade Heiyun's safety net.
In addition, she also wanted to spend as much time as possible with Shi Yan, after all, time may be really limited.
"Sister Jing, I'll take you to dinner." Xiang Wenxing accepted Shi Yan's order and stayed to take care of Song Jing.
Song Jing nodded and went out with him, leaving a group of lost fighter designers in the conference room.
"Sister Jing, I will really convince you when I call you Sister Jing now." Xiang Wenxing gave Song Jing a thumbs up. This was the first time he had seen a girl work so hard.
The last time Song Jing spent seven days and nights repairing the Panlong sculpture, they were not familiar with each other at that time, and Xiang Wenxing's feelings were not so direct.
This time, he sat and watched Song Jing modify the design drawings of the stealth fighter. Sometimes he couldn't help but fall asleep. When he woke up, he found that Song Jing was still drawing without raising his eyelids.
Not to mention that Brother Yan sat beside him and watched with distress, even he felt worried when he looked at it.
"So you were perfunctory with me before?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows and glanced at him lightly.
"No, no, conscience of heaven and earth, I used to say it sincerely, but now I admire you even more." There is more respect in this admiration.
Xiang Wenxing first took Song Jing to have a meal, and then took her to the guest house arranged for them by the institute.
The environment of the guest house is not as good as that of a big hotel, but it is better than Shi Yan's dormitory at the Flying Eagle Base. At least there is a small bathroom in the room where you can take a shower.
Xiang Wenxing sent the gifts brought by Shi Yan and Song Jing's backpack to the room in advance.
Song Jing simply took a shower and went to bed before his hair was dry.
Not long after she slept, she walked onto a winding mountain road where the guardrail was broken.
She was very familiar with this stretch of road, because it would appear here every time she slept and dreamed.
This is the place where her parents had a car accident. Song Jing knew very well that she was in a dream. She walked to the edge of the road as usual. Below her was a white car that rolled down the road. The body of the car was damaged and deformed. There was a similar car next to it.
A large truck ran down the road.
The truck driver's head was hanging on the window, completely dead, and her parents were also bloody and bloody.
This was a scene Song Jing had seen hundreds of times in her dreams, but this time it seemed different. Her parents' corpses had turned into a mass of invisible flesh and blood, which was different from before.
Why is there such a difference? Is it because she learned some truth from Tang Wu?
Song Jing took another step forward, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed, turning into a Shura field with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
She was no stranger to this place, so she stepped on the severed limbs and continued walking forward with an expressionless expression.
This dream was very strange. It continued every time. Each dream would make her go further forward, but she would never reach the edge.
Song Jing moved forward, and the corpses around her that had never moved before suddenly began to move, turning into bloody corpses and biting her with their bloody mouths open.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
The sharp siren was so harsh that Song Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with blood.
Song Jing stood up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed and opened the door. The blood in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only a few wisps of evil red at the end of his eyes.
Xiang Wenxing was startled when he saw her look. He was startled by the cold and vicious aura emanating from her whole body. He was dazed for a moment before he realized what he said, "Sister Jing, I'm sorry. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, but
Our people haven't arrived yet, and Brother Yan is in the operation room again..."
Song Jing interrupted him directly, "Let's get to the point."
"Blood Shadow attacked the research institute. They are all superpowers. The military force stationed in the research institute is no match for them." Xiang Wenxing looked nervous.
Blood Shadow and these bastards, why don't they come, but they come at such a critical moment.
They must have known that they came to the Ordnance Research Institute to study the design drawings of stealth fighters and wanted to cause damage.
"How many have come?"
Song Jing walked out, his face indifferent, and his eyes filled with anger.
Xiang Wenxing hurriedly followed her, "There are currently twenty-eight people exposed, but I guess there are still others hidden in the dark. These are just Lou Lou. The real masters are those who hide in the dark."
"When will the people from the Superpower Bureau arrive?"
"In ten minutes."
"Leave those in the dark to me, and you can deal with those who are exposed." Song Jing walked out of the guest house, glanced at the place where the exchange of fire took place, then turned and walked into the forest behind the guest house.
"Sister Jing, be careful!" Xiang Wenxing was a little worried, but the frontal firefight was more urgent at this time, and he didn't care anymore. He gritted his teeth and ran towards the other side.
Song Jing didn't respond and went into the forest alone. The blood that had faded in his eyes regained its color.
The mania and bloodlust in her heart were raging wildly, and these blood shadow superpowers came at just the right time.