NCCnovel Chapter 3317 We Only Have 5 Days
Chapter 3317 We Only Have 5 Days
Chapter 3317 We Only Have Five Days
"Is this damn balloon really impossible to pop down?"
Mr. Peng's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing turmoil in the hearts of everyone present, as well as a sense of powerlessness.
Old Zeng sighed and shook his head without saying a word. This job had nothing to do with their internal affairs department. If it were on the ground, they might have some solutions, but in the air, they really had no way to do it!
Yang Xiaotao lowered his head and frowned, pondering how to pop the balloon down.
To shoot it down, you need either airplanes or missiles.
Other…
We can't let them blow it down!
But what about airplanes?
Currently, the best and most comprehensive aircraft in China is the Blue Horse, and the White Horse is not bad either.
Even if it's Blue Horse, it's useless.
40,000 meters, that's too high!
Putting aside whether we can even fly up there, even if we risk our lives to get close enough, how can we possibly fight such a tiny creature?
If you can't aim from a distance of a kilometer, how much more difficult would it be to aim from a distance of several thousand or tens of thousands of meters?
Besides that, there are missiles.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotao looked up at Old Wang across from him, only to find that Old Wang had a bitter face, his head down, looking like a wronged little wife.
Realizing that Old Wang had come with Boss Peng, Yang Xiaotao immediately understood that he had probably been reprimanded from behind.
So, even missiles can't do anything about it!
What should I do?
Just as Yang Xiaotao was racking his brains for a solution, Old Zhang suddenly looked up at Old Wang opposite him.
"Old Wang, your Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry researches so many projects every year and spends a lot of money. You have to give us an explanation this time!"
Upon hearing this, Old Wang looked embarrassed, looked up at Old Zhang and President Peng, and said through gritted teeth, "President Peng, Old Zhang, I still maintain that we do not yet have the capability to send missiles to an altitude of 40,000 meters."
"Not only us, but no missile in the world today can reach this altitude!"
"The alliance has a high-altitude missile that is said to be able to reach 40,000 meters, but this time they launched over a hundred of them and still failed to hit the target. What this means is self-evident!"
"This isn't us shirking responsibility, because that's simply impossible!"
Bang
Upon hearing this, Old Zhang slammed his fist on the table, the loud noise startling Yang Xiaotao, who was sitting nearby.
"What's impossible?"
"Just because foreign companies can't make it doesn't mean it's impossible?"
"Old Wang, don't you dare use foreign countries as an excuse, and don't you dare try to shirk responsibility!"
Just because others can't do it doesn't mean we can't.
"Just because his alliance couldn't win doesn't mean we can't."
"This is shirking your duties; this is irresponsible."
boom!
"Who's shirking responsibility?!"
Old Wang also stood up and slammed his fist on the table, his face instantly turning red. "Do you think I, fucking want to?"
"That thing isn't something you want to take down; I want to take it down more than anyone else."
"But damn it, our technology isn't up to par, what can I do?"
"Don't bang on the table with me. If banging on the table worked, I'd bring all the tables in my house and you can bang on them all you want!"
When it comes to arguing and banging on the table, Old Wang has never been afraid of anyone.
Old Zhang snorted and sat down. "I'm too lazy to slap your broken table!"
Old Wang also snorted and sat down.
Yang Xiaotao watched in disbelief. He was fine just a moment ago, so why did he suddenly blush and slam his fist on the table?
Then look at Boss Peng sitting there so calmly, he's clearly used to it!
Looking at the others, they were all sitting quietly, their expressions unchanged.
Just as Yang Xiaotao was wondering what was going on, Old Zhang suddenly went berserk.
"Comrade Yang Xiaotao, you didn't come to this meeting to be an obedient follower."
"You should at least give me some advice!"
Yang Xiaotao turned his head to look at the anxious-looking Old Zhang, and was about to speak when he heard Old Wang across from him say, "That's right, these balloons in the sky are drifting around unpredictably, the best way to shoot them down is by airplane!"
"Xiao Yang, you'd better think of a solution quickly!"
Yang Xiaotao looked directly at Old Wang again, about to speak, when he heard General Peng say, "Comrade Yang Xiaotao, what's your opinion?"
At this moment, Yang Xiaotao felt as if the three of them had planned this all along.
No, seeing the expressions on the three men's faces, Yang Xiaotao was certain that this was definitely a trap set by them.
Hearing Boss Peng speak, Yang Xiaotao knew he had no choice but to speak up!
Clearing his throat, Yang Xiaotao looked at Elder Wang and said, "First of all, I agree with what Elder Wang just said. No missile can shoot down at this altitude."
"Otherwise, just as Elder Zeng said, the Alliance wouldn't have let this balloon float around overhead."
After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, Zeng Lao nodded and added, "In fact, the Alliance is extremely angry about the United States' reconnaissance operation, and it has even escalated to a dangerous level!"
"Not only has the relationship between the two sides deteriorated rapidly, but their determination to retaliate is also extremely firm!"
"Otherwise, we wouldn't have used so many weapons and suffered such heavy losses!"
Yang Xiaotao nodded, then said, "The second one is what everyone's talking about: airplanes!"
"At an altitude of 40,000 meters, missiles can't reach it, but airplanes still can't get there!"
As he spoke, Yang Xiaotao looked at General Peng and said, "Commander, you are also the supervisor of the White Horse fighter jet, so you should be familiar with its performance!"
Mr. Peng nodded slightly.
Yang Xiaotao then looked at Wang Minghai, who was standing to the side, and said, "You've used Blue Horse and White Horse for so many years, you should have figured out their performance by now!"
Wang Minghai nodded, "The two aircraft have basically reached a point where their performance has been successfully tested and integrated!"
He then added, "Our pilots have tried to push the limits, but the highest altitude they've reached is only 30,000 meters!"
"If it goes any higher, the aircraft's performance won't be able to handle it, and neither will the pilots!"
"What's more, there's a 10,000-meter difference in altitude, so shooting it down won't be easy!"
After Wang Minghai finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao nodded and said, "The Baiju fighter jet is considered the best high-altitude fighter jet in the country. If even it can't complete the mission, then the rest of the fighter jets are even less capable!"
"So we just let their giant balloons swagger over our heads and fly right over this city?"
Old Zhang has a short temper, and his words are always full of hostility.
Yang Xiaotao shook his head and remained silent.
Mr. Peng also had no good solutions.
"Wait a minute, Lao Wang, how many meters can your missiles reach?"
Old Zhang seemed to suddenly have his meridians opened up, and he shouted at Old Wang.
"Twenty thousand meters, or even thirty thousand meters if you want to push it to the limit!"
"That's right!"
Old Zhang suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Young Yang, your plane can fly 20,000 to 30,000 meters, so why not bring Old Wang's missiles with you? That should do it!"
"Thirty thousand, plus twenty thousand, that still leaves a surplus of ten thousand!"
As Old Zhang spoke happily, Yang Xiaotao simply moved his chair aside, keeping a distance from the guy.
"Old Zhang, you're fucking talented!"
Old Wang sneered, "If everything were calculated according to your standards, our country's planes would have already flown to the moon!"
Old Zhang still thought he was right, so he grabbed Yang Xiaotao and said, "Xiao Yang, do you think we could take their missiles with us and fly up there?"
Yang Xiaotao was speechless.
"Comrade Zhang, don't you know there's something called an air-to-air missile?"
Old Zhang blinked, then slapped Yang Xiaotao on the shoulder again, "I know, of course I know."
"But Old Wang said that the Thunderbolt can only hit at 20,000 meters from an airplane, so it's useless."
"Then why don't you just put missiles that can fire from 30,000 meters above the ground on the planes?"
"In this way, the airplane becomes a launch pad, and the altitude is definitely sufficient."
Old Zhang spoke excitedly, as if he had found the key to victory, and didn't forget to pat Yang Xiaotao on the shoulder for praise.
Yang Xiaotao stared at Old Zhang in shock, and for a moment he was curious about how this man could have such a unique way of thinking.
"Mr. Zhang, has anyone asked you to make a movie?"
"What do you mean?"
"It means you can switch careers now; making movies doesn't require considering practicalities." Old Zhang's eyes widened. "I can tell you're insulting me."
Yang Xiaotao quickly shook his head, "No, no, I'm just stating a fact."
"you!"
"What do you mean, 'you'? Do you even know the weight and size of the Thunderclap missile?"
Do you know the payload and length of the Blue Horse fighter jet?
"I"
Old Zhang thought for a moment and then looked directly at Old Wang, "Old Wang, what is it?"
Old Wang snorted coldly, "Old Zhang, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense. You'll just make yourself a laughing stock."
Old Zhang frowned, ignoring Old Wang, and looked at Yang Xiaotao instead, "This won't do?"
Yang Xiaotao nodded, "The Thunder-type air-to-air missile is eleven meters long and weighs two and a half tons."
"The White Horse fighter jet is 27 meters long from front to back."
"If such a large missile were mounted on it, it would immediately disrupt the aircraft's balance."
"They can't even fly."
Yang Xiaotao's explanation immediately made Old Zhang scratch his head in embarrassment, but that wasn't all. Old Wang added from the side, "Also, our missiles are all short-to-medium range missiles, with an operating time of less than a minute. How can we fire them?"
"Old Zhang, we all understand how you feel, but this matter is not as simple as you think."
Old Zhang took a deep breath and glared at Old Wang, "I did try to find a way, after all."
"If you say it won't work, then come up with something that will."
Upon hearing this, Old Wang immediately turned his head away and remained silent.
Old Zhang then looked at Yang Xiaotao.
Yang Xiaotao shrugged and said, "I don't have any good ideas right now. Let's go back and gather people together to brainstorm and work together."
Old Zhang opened his mouth to listen, then slumped into his chair.
Just then, the door was suddenly opened, and everyone looked to see Wang Lei rushing in from outside.
"Peng, leader."
Wang Lei first nodded to General Peng, and then, at the other party's signal, quickly came to Old Zeng's side. "Boss, I just received a message."
After saying that, he handed a slip of paper to Old Zeng.
Old Zeng opened it directly and his expression changed immediately.
"Peng, the plan has changed."
Old Zeng handed the note directly to General Peng, whose pupils contracted sharply upon reading it.
He then slammed the note on the table and solemnly said, "Comrades, we have just received intelligence."
"Those three balloons are all flying towards us."
"The earliest one flew over from Kazakhstan."
"At the current speed, it will enter the northwest region of our country in five days."
"Of the remaining two, one will enter from the north, and the last one will pass through the northeastern region."
"Therefore, we only have five days left."
At this point, President Peng stood up and swept his gaze across everyone present. "Now, I give the order."
"The entire army is on high alert, and everyone must remain at their posts."
"Yes!"
Everyone present stood up and agreed in unison.
General Peng looked at Yang Xiaotao and Old Wang again, "Comrade Zhang Liang just said something very good."
"What foreigners can't do, we can certainly do."
"We must do what others can do."
"If others can't do it, we're even more determined to do it."
At this point, President Peng clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the table. "Five days. I'll give you five days."
"I need to think of a way to shoot this damn balloon down."
Yang Xiaotao and Old Wang exchanged a glance, realizing that this was not their previous discussion, but a mission, an order.
Discussions can be negotiated, but tasks can only be executed.
And they also have to complete the task.
"Yes, I guarantee the mission will be completed."
After the two finished speaking, President Peng nodded, then glanced at Elder Zeng and the other man before quickly leaving.
They still need to report on their work; as for how to do it, that's something Yang Xiaotao and his team need to consider.
With Mr. Peng's departure, the meeting quickly came to an end.
Old Wang grabbed Yang Xiaotao's arm and started walking out.
Five days.
If we include today, there are four days left.
Can you come up with a solution in four days?
Old Wang felt his own brain wasn't enough and needed to find a smarter one.
"Wait a minute, you two, I'll go with you."
When Old Zhang saw the two about to leave, he quickly chased after them, but the two didn't seem to mind.
Wang Lei, who had just come in, also left with the three of them.
"Where?"
"Return to the Ninth Division."
"it is good!"
The two exchanged a few words and then got into a car and headed to the Ninth Department.
Upon arriving at the Ninth Division, Yang Xiaotao got out of the car and ran towards the research institute.
"Old Han, where's Old Qian?"
Yang Xiaotao grabbed Han Sanfeng's hand and asked. Han Sanfeng was curious about Yang Xiaotao's hurried manner, but she still pointed to the academy and said, "It should be a class for students."
"it is good!"
After saying that, Yang Xiaotao walked towards the college.
"What's wrong?"
Just as Han Sanfeng was wondering, Yang Xiaotao's voice came, "Old Han, have Wu Zhe and the others gather and prepare for a meeting."
"Wu Zhe?"
Han Sanfeng realized what was happening and quickly nodded.
Just then, another voice came from beside him, "Call Yan Zhiguo and Wang Xuebin and tell them to bring their men over."
Han Sanfeng only then noticed that Old Wang had followed her in, but from what he said, it seemed that something big had happened.
At this moment, two more people appeared in their field of vision, and they quickly followed.
"Something's happened, something's definitely happened."
Han Sanfeng abandoned her work and rushed to the office.
At that moment, Professor Qian was giving a lecture inside. Yang Xiaotao came to the classroom without going in to disturb him, and the four of them took out cigarettes and lit them by the window.
Ten minutes later, a voice said "Goodbye, teacher" came from inside, and then Mr. Qian came out with a wooden triangle ruler and two notebooks.
Yang Xiaotao quickly stepped forward and said, "Teacher, I need to trouble you with something."
Seeing Yang Xiaotao's serious expression, and noticing that Wang Lao was no longer as carefree as before, as well as the two people standing beside him, Qian Lao unconsciously clenched his triangular ruler tightly. He then nodded and smiled, "Then let's find a place to sit down and talk."