Children of the Third Front: Building Missiles in Deep Mountains and Old Forests

I traveled through 1965 with the Star Destroyer blueprints, but I survived on cornbread. In the cave factory, Soviet experts asserted: "This drawing is science fiction." The factory director slapped the table: "Then use earth machine tools to grind out intercontinental missiles!" When the enemy agents set fire to the laboratory, I used fire water cannon to blast them away. Twenty years later, at the military-civilian transition seminar. At that time, a technical backbone cried: "I was forced to marry a farmer in exchange for food stamps." I silently opened the window and pointed at the sailing warships: "Look, the 'scrap iron' in the cave back then." Before he died, the factory director gave me a yellowed photo: "The truth about Project 506 is..." The phone rang suddenly, and the voice on the other end was cold: "The secret you cracked has been locked."