I tinkered with cars and built a super military industry

Everyone's eyes were on Yan Hua.

When Yan Hua said that [-] kilometers per hour, less than [-] liters of fuel were used.

Everyone looked strange.

"No way, Lao Yan, have you adjusted your watch?"

"Does this tank have such low fuel consumption?"

"Yes, Academician Yan Hua, we just tested it when the tank was accelerating."

"About eight seconds or so!"

"How is it possible to achieve a fuel consumption of two hundred liters per [-] kilometers?"

"Old Yan, don't say we don't believe it."

"You are also an expert in building tanks. Believe it or not!"

"Although I don't specialize in building tanks, I can still understand common issues like fuel consumption."

"Traditional tank pushing measures from [-] to [-] kilometers take more than ten seconds."

"This tank of yours measured zero to one hundred, and it only lasted about eight seconds."

"At this speed, you said the fuel consumption per [-] kilometers is less than [-] liters?"

"If you say this, who would believe it?"

Yan Hua was questioned by everyone, but he originally listened to Li Yifan.

In addition, judging from the instrument data display, it is also correct.

The fuel consumption per [-] kilometers is [-] liters displayed on the instrument.

Could it be that it was just as they said, that it was an exaggeration?

Did you create a cover-up device?

But thinking about it carefully, this seems unlikely.

This tank even has an electromagnetic rail gun and missile launcher system.

How could the fuel consumption be faked? It is obviously illogical.

After Yan Hua's expression changed for a while, he said:

"This tank even has an electromagnetic rail gun and a vertical missile launching system."

"It's a bit unjustifiable to mess with fuel consumption!"

When Yan Hua said this, Hua Gang and others present also fell into deep thought.

"Academician Yan Hua is right."

"We can even manufacture electromagnetic rail guns and missile launch systems, so how can we possibly cheat on fuel consumption?"

"This is indeed illogical!"

"I don't think it's logical either, but we are scientific researchers."

"We should have a scientific spirit."

"It's not like it can be proven with just one sentence of logic."

"What we did was determine the fuel consumption of this tank."

"It does consume only about [-] liters of fuel per [-] kilometers." Hua Gang said.

"Why don't you pry open the fuel tank and take a look!"

"Yes! I can't wait to know the truth."

"Why are you all so anxious?" Yan Hua asked anxiously.

This tank is Yan Hua's darling.

At this point, we have to pry open the fuel tank. If it breaks, ask someone to pay for it.

"Isn't it just to test the fuel consumption?"

"You, you, and you, you three go drive the tank and burn all the oil in the tank."

"Until the flames go out."

"I will arrange a gas truck here to fill up your tank at any time."

"After filling up the tank, you can continue running."

"Until this tank of gas is over."

"It will be clear at a glance how much fuel you have added and how many kilometers you have run." Yan Hua said.

Yan Hua randomly asked three instructors to drive tanks.

The rest of the people found an open space and sat down.

It's time to sleep, it's time to lie down!

It was not until four hours later that the tank finally shut down and stopped on the field because it was out of oil.

Everyone drove the tanker truck to fill up the tanks.

The meter on the tank truck showed that it had just added one thousand liters.

In fact, after filling up the tank, Yan Hua already knew what was going on.

The fuel consumption of this tank is indeed about [-] liters per [-] kilometers.

But in order to convince everyone present, Yan Hua said nothing.

Let the tank keep running.

The faces of several instructors on the tank were bruised.

They ran for more than four hours at an average of [-] kilometers per hour.

On this mountainous road, my stomach felt like it was about to explode.

The three instructors originally wanted Yan Hua to be replaced.

Yan Hua did not agree. Just now this boy strongly questioned the fuel consumption of his tank.

They even had to pry open the tank's fuel tank.

After all, he is also a member of the tank team, why do his elbows have to turn outwards!

......

Chinese Academy of Sciences.

An old man with a wrinkled face, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, was looking at the drawings in his hand at his desk.

The expression is serious.

This person is none other than Mr. Jin who went to the South China Military Institute.

Jin Lao, who carefully read the drawings, shook his head slightly and sighed slightly.

At this time, the young assistant next to him came forward and asked:

"Mr. Jin, is this drawing of a modified tank still not good enough?"

Mr. Jin sighed and said:

"no!"

"Although this drawing has significant improvements in the power system, artillery system, and defense system."

"But these improvements cannot meet the requirements, and it is impossible for the higher authorities to pass it."

The young assistant continued:

"Mr. Jin, suddenly the requirements for tanks have increased so much."

"If the research design cannot be completed, we will have to go to military court."

"Wouldn't this be counterproductive?"

“I feel like I’m a researcher down there, and I will definitely collapse under the pressure.”

Mr. Jin forced a smile and said:

"What kind of pressure is this?"

“It’s the scientific researchers of our generation who are under pressure.”

“The conditions at that time were vastly different from what they are now.”

"When I was urged by my superiors to get a test tank, I even knocked on the fender with my bare hands!"

"In order to hand over the experimental products, I had to take turns with my colleagues [-] hours a day and night."

"My colleague became ill due to overwork and died at the age of thirty."

"Now we have all the equipment and our living conditions are better."

"The only thing you have to overcome is the psychological pressure."

"However, the use of military courts to exert pressure seems a bit excessive."

"The younger generation like today has not experienced as many ups and downs as our generation."

"They all grew up in a greenhouse and are their parents' darlings."

"With this kind of pressure, I'm worried that these juniors won't be able to bear the pressure!"

The young assistant asked doubtfully:

"Then why use military courts to apply pressure!"

"We can use another form of pressure! What if we crush them to pieces!"

The young assistant has a straight temper and will say whatever he wants.

Jin Lao doesn't blame him, because this young man has the shadow of Jin Lao himself.

"This time, the people above are also in a hurry."

"Only use military courts to exert pressure."

"In fact, these researchers will not be embarrassed in the end." Jin Lao said.

However, while Mr. Jin was talking with the young assistant, there was a knock on the door.

Mr. Jin said calmly to the door, "Come in!"

A staff member came in with a drawing.

This drawing was packaged very casually, in a supermarket plastic bag.

Mr. Jin and the young assistant were immediately attracted by this drawing.

Because in front of those rigorously packaged drawings, this drawing looks like something thrown into a trash can.

"Mr. Jin, this is sent from the South China Military Institute." the staff member said.

Mr. Jin nodded, and after the staff member finished speaking, he wisely withdrew first.

After the staff retreated, Mr. Jin looked at the drawings blankly.

It was found to be tank design drawings.

Old Jin was slightly displeased and said:

"The tank research team of the South China Military Institute is too lax..."