deltrittennovels Chapter 3318 Missiles with Blades
Chapter 3318 Missiles with Blades
Chapter 3318 Missiles with Blades
Conference room of the Ninth Research Institute.
Yang Xiaotao and his three companions escorted Old Qian in. Wu Zhe, having received the news, had already arrived with his men and prepared tea.
Upon seeing the four people enter, Wu Zhe, Wang Xushan, Hu Feng, and others gathered around them.
Yang Xiaotao waved his hand and then welcomed Mr. Qian to his seat.
Old Wang brought up the matter on his own initiative without Yang Xiaotao having to ask.
Wu Zhe and the others listened quietly, but the more they listened, the more alarmed they became.
They also understood why Yang Xiaotao had asked them to come to the meeting.
How do you shoot down a high-altitude balloon at 40,000 meters?
This is the mission.
After Mr. Wang finished speaking, Mr. Qian also looked solemn.
Yang Xiaotao then added, "The fastest balloon will enter the Northwest region in five days, or even sooner."
The expressions of the people in these rooms became even more serious.
"40,000 meters is too high."
"Our current aircraft and missiles simply can't reach it."
Wu Zhe frowned and said, and Old Wang sighed, "Everyone knows about this, but we are the ones who don't know."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
What should I do if I don't know?
They don't even know which way to go.
"Teacher, do you have any ideas?"
Yang Xiaotao had no choice but to turn to Mr. Qian for help.
But Mr. Qian couldn't think of a better solution for the time being, and just shook his head slightly, "Let me think about it some more."
Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao didn't dare to disturb them, but instead looked at Wu Zhe and the others, saying, "Everyone, please think of a solution."
Everyone nodded, then walked aside and began to discuss it in hushed tones.
Before long, the people from the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry also arrived. After Elder Wang explained the situation, they were still surprised and then joined the discussion.
After lunch, the group still had no good solution.
The discussion continued in the afternoon, but still to no avail.
The next day, Yang Xiaotao gathered everyone together, and at the same time, Professor Song from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, who had also received the news, also came with his team.
Mr. Peng also came to find out what was going on, and Mr. Chen rushed over after hearing about it.
However, they did not participate in the discussion, nor were they present at the discussion; they simply waited next door.
However, the two of them would receive the results of each discussion immediately.
In the afternoon, Mr. Zeng brought over a photograph.
In the conference room, Yang Xiaotao stared at the blurry balloon in the photo, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of air.
"Today, this balloon appeared in the southern region of Kazakhstan and has already conducted reconnaissance and detection of the launch center."
"The alliance had to postpone the spacecraft launch by a month and raise the local security level."
After explaining the situation, Mr. Zeng walked to the side and sat down.
He knew that he was just a messenger of information here, and that he would have to rely on the group of people in front of him to come up with a solution.
Yang Xiaotao put down the photo, then tapped the table and said, "Everyone, please be quiet."
Everyone in the room immediately fell silent upon hearing Yang Xiaotao's voice.
Yang Xiaotao glanced at Qian Lao, then at Chen Fang and the others, before saying, "This discussion won't work; it's a waste of time."
"We need to identify a direction, and then work on it."
Yang Xiaotao then looked at Professor Qian and said, "Professor, I think this operation still needs to rely on the combination of aircraft and missiles."
Mr. Qian nodded in agreement, “I agree with that. A single weapon is unlikely to be able to accomplish this mission.”
"A combination of the two is necessary."
Seeing that Mr. Qian agreed, Yang Xiaotao didn't care whether others agreed or not, and directly made the decision, "If that's the case, then let's do it this way."
After speaking, he looked at everyone and said, "Listen carefully, all plans now must be based on the combination of aircraft and missiles."
"Airplane, think about how to fly higher."
"Think about how to shoot down the missile."
"Think of a solution first, then discuss and demonstrate it."
"Okay, that's all."
After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, he and Zeng Lao left the meeting room together.
Upon arriving next door, Yang Xiaotao saw President Peng having tea with Old Chen.
"Commander, leader."
Yang Xiaotao found a place to sit down, and President Peng nodded, "So, how did the discussion go?"
Yang Xiaotao shook his head. "There's no progress yet."
"I want to find a few experienced meteorological experts, especially those who are familiar with the Northwest region."
Mr. Peng nodded, "We've already looked for it, but it's not here."
"If you need them, I can have them come over."
Yang Xiaotao nodded, "That's great, we need their support."
Mr. Peng nodded directly to Mr. Zeng, who immediately took the satellite phone and walked to the side.
"If we fail to take this opportunity, they will become even more unscrupulous."
"If there's a first time, there will be a second time, and countless times."
“Every time we come, we have to hide, and every time we come, we have to clean up. If this goes on for a long time, morale will suffer, and what will the people think?”
Old Chen spoke slowly, then looked at Yang Xiaotao, "This matter concerns national self-confidence!"
"So we must win this time."
Yang Xiaotao nodded, "Understood."
"We will definitely take it down."
President Peng nodded to Old Chen.
As Yang Xiaotao left the meeting room, he ran into Jiang Ningning, who was getting water. He waved her over and called out, "Ningning, come to my office and get the coffee."
"coffee?"
Jiang Ningning asked curiously, "President Yang, don't you dislike drinking that stuff?"
Everyone in the Ninth Division knows that Yang Xiaotao prefers tea to coffee.
Yang Xiaotao shook his head this time, "It's not for me to drink, it's for them to drink."
"It'll help you stay alert and make your mind work a little faster."
Jiang Ningning glanced back at the conference room, then said "oh" and quickly left.
Back in the conference room, Yang Xiaotao sat next to Qian Lao, watching him scribble on paper with a pencil and calculate data, not daring to interrupt.
Before noon, three meteorological experts came in from outside. They looked quite old. After they arrived, Yang Xiaotao stepped forward to shake hands and then introduced himself to everyone.
With the addition of the three, the discussion at the scene became even more intense.
"Mr. Yang, we've come up with a solution here."
As lunchtime approached, Wu Zhe approached Yang Xiaotao with a manuscript and said...
"Speak, everyone listen."
Everyone fell silent, and then Wu Zhe shared the results of their discussion.
"We're looking at it from the perspective of fighter jets. Right now, the best fighter jets are the White Horse and the Blue Horse."
"And the blue colt is more resistant to high temperatures than the white colt."
"So we plan to modify the Blue Horse, remove the unnecessary weight, and only carry fuel, weapons and ammunition. If all goes well, we can use the aircraft's climbing inertia and the weather to help us fly to an altitude of over 33,000 meters."
"Of course, the specific situation still needs to be investigated in practice."
After Wu Zhe finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao immediately asked, "Reduce the aircraft's weight distribution?"
"Will it affect the aircraft's performance? You know, we not only want to fly up there, but also fight it."
"If you miss, it's all for nothing."
Wu Zhe pursed his lips, then nodded vigorously and said, "President Yang, this is the best method we came up with."
Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath and then nodded, "We're discussing it."
"Yes!"
As Wu Zhe took the lead, more and more people at the scene began to offer their opinions.
"Mr. Yang, if we increase the size of the aircraft's wings, will it increase the climb rate?"
"That would require a redesign, and there's not enough time."
"Mr. Yang, let's discuss the bullets fired from the plane. In the thin air at high altitudes, the trajectory is parabolic, which could potentially hit the balloon."
"It's no use!" Wang Lei explained directly from the side, "That's exactly the method the alliance used. They deployed a hundred MiG-25s, and the closest they came was when thirty aircraft adjusted their angles and fired together, but in the end..."
Not a single bullet hit the balloon.
The person who offered the suggestion swallowed hard and then sat down.
Yang Xiaotao picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. This stuff is really bitter.
"continue."
Yang Xiaotao waved his hand casually, while also considering the suggestion he had just mentioned.
"General Manager Yang, esteemed leaders."
Wang Xuebin from the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry, the one Yang Xiaotao jokingly called the "Self-Destruction Director," stood up and said, "We discussed it and decided that we could send a missile up and then use the debris from the explosion to attack the balloon."
"Anyone who gets within 200 meters of the balloon could potentially damage it."
Yang Xiaotao nodded in agreement. As expected of someone who works on self-destruction, his suggestions were indeed very professional.
However, Wang Lei spoke up, "That's how the Alliance launched thirty missiles."
After he finished speaking, Wang Xuebin fell silent.
What they can think of, the experts in the alliance should also be able to think of.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao said again, "Make a note of it first. If all else fails, we'll try anything. Our planes and missiles are different from those of the Alliance."
"What they can't do, we might be able to do too."
Wang Xuebin nodded, and then continued the discussion.
"Mr. Yang, how about we use mushroom eggs?"
Snapped
Yang Xiaotao took out a matchbox and threw it at Wang Li, who was speaking. The latter shrank back and quickly sat down.
Now, even the few people around who were secretly hoping for something didn't dare to speak up.
Mushroom eggs? Do you even know the cost?
Besides, it's no big deal if this is placed over someone else's head, but this is our own country.
Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about behind your back?
Yang Xiaotao got up and stretched, then went behind Mr. Qian.
Since the meeting started today, Mr. Qian has been sitting quietly to the side, his pencil occasionally making a scratching sound, and he would stop occasionally to listen to other people's opinions.
However, he never expressed any opinion from beginning to end.
Yang Xiaotao watched from the side; it was still the same drawing he had made yesterday.
"Teacher, is that a rocket?"
Yang Xiaotao asked softly from the side.
Mr. Qian nodded, "That's right."
Yang Xiaotao's eyes lit up. "That's right! If this rocket can send satellites up, it can definitely easily fly to an altitude of 40,000 meters."
Old Qian shook his head. "It's not that simple. Although the rocket can reach the altitude, it can't hit the target accurately."
Yang Xiaotao frowned. "You're right. It's no good if we fly up and miss."
"Then what are you doing, teacher?"
Mr. Qian took out another piece of paper and placed it on the table. “I’m calculating whether the fuel used in today’s PL-3 missiles can reach the same altitude as rockets.”
"Have you finished designing it?"
Mr. Qian shook his head, "Limited to the current Thunderclap and Plunder missiles, no matter how the fuel ratio is changed, it is impossible to achieve this."
"Is it impossible?"
Yang Xiaotao frowned, and Qian Lao nodded. Then he took out another piece of paper and started calculating on it. "This is the situation of the Jing Lei missile. If unnecessary equipment is removed and only basic instruments are kept, and more fuel is added, it can exceed an altitude of 30,000 meters."
"This is the data for the Thunderbolt air-to-air missile."
After Mr. Qian finished explaining, Yang Xiaotao basically understood what Mr. Qian meant.
Reduce weight, increase fuel, and extend range.
But it seems this path is still not feasible.
Perhaps the league's experts have also considered this.
Yang Xiaotao remained silent. Old Qian felt his eyes stinging, picked up his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then frowned and pondered again.
Whispers could be heard intermittently in the conference room, but they quickly faded away.
Because everyone realized that no matter how the discussion continued, the proposed solutions would all face the final challenge: how to hit the target.
But this is an unsolvable problem.
As a result, by evening, everyone was sitting in the conference room, heads bowed in thought, each preoccupied with their own matters.
So much so that Yang Xiaotao leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and hesitated about whether to just let it go.
Anyway, Boss Peng didn't mention any punishment for failing to complete the task.
Anyway, the local authorities have already made preparations; at worst, they'll just have to bring in the laundry if it rains that day.
Anyway
I was a little angry.
No, I have to get this off my chest.
Xiao Wei!
Yang Xiaotao thought that if that didn't work, he should let Xiaowei take action.
Let's just say it's like being struck by lightning.
Just as Yang Xiaotao was thinking this, Old Qian suddenly stood up, which made everyone in the room look over.
Yang Xiaotao quickly stood up. "Teacher, what's wrong?"
Mr. Qian held a piece of paper and looked at it again and again, then said, "I've thought of a solution."
"Teacher, please speak."
Yang Xiaotao hurriedly asked, and Old Wang and Wang Lei also perked up to listen.
"I just did some calculations. If the PL-3 missile is launched at a 45-degree angle..."
"Then reduce the explosive charge in the missile's warhead by one-third, fill it with some blades, and then launch these blades out at the same angle after a directional detonation."
"Finally, let these blades fly in a parabolic trajectory."
"I think if the numbers increase, we should be about 30% confident."
"Of course, this is just a theoretical design."
As Mr. Qian spoke wearily, Yang Xiaotao quickly picked up the teacup on the table and handed it to him, while also taking the paper from Mr. Qian's hand.
At this moment, everyone gathered around.
After just one glance, Yang Xiaotao decided to follow Mr. Qian's method.
We have no choice but to do it, because no one else can do it.
This is the only way.
So Yang Xiaotao immediately made the arrangements, "Wu Zhe."
"road!"
"Complete the aircraft modification tonight, and we'll do as you say. Everyone in the Ninth Division will be under your command."
"Yes!"
Wu Zhe immediately nodded and then led Wang Xushan and the others to run outside.
"Yan Zhiguo".
"To!"
The people from the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry rushed forward, and Yang Xiaotao handed them Qian Lao's manuscript, saying, "You must make me an identical missile tonight."
"Remember, it has to be made tonight, and it has to be filled with blades."
"Yes, I guarantee the mission will be completed."
Yan Zhiguo glanced at Qian Lao, then took the manuscript with both hands and ran out with his men.
Yang Xiaotao finally looked at Old Zhang and said, "Old Zhang, I want the best pilot."
Old Zhang got up and walked out, saying, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you the best pilot."
Yang Xiaotao watched the other person leave, then came to Qian Lao's side and looked at his tired face. His heart ached. "Teacher, you should rest now."
"Leave this to us."
Upon hearing this, Old Qian smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go back and get some sleep first."
Yang Xiaotao nodded vigorously, then turned to look at Old Wang.
"Leave it to me."
Old Wang patted his chest, then stepped forward to help Old Qian out of the conference room.
After watching the two leave, Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath, then looked at the remaining people in the room and said, "Get to work!"
"Yes!"