eurekapd Chapter 657 Three blows shatter brotherhood!
Chapter 657 Three blows shatter brotherhood!
At this moment, Jiang Xia's debate with the scholars in the command tower was also nearing its end.
He had to get close. The voice that had been so strong at first started out sounded weak and feeble as Jiang Xia refuted his points. Finally, amidst the gasps of the onlookers, the microphone picked up the sound of a body falling to the ground.
Uh, did this really upset someone to the point of illness? A flurry of panic and suppressed gasps followed, clearly indicating that someone had been carried away.
Jiang Xia held the microphone, feeling the coolness of the plastic casing on his fingertips. The slight unease in his heart was quickly replaced by a stronger determination to "break the deadlock".
The times are like a torrent; if you don't move forward, you fall behind, and if you fall behind, you're doomed. Now that we've started, we have to hammer the principles into their heads!
Well, just falling to the ground isn't enough. Now that we've arrived in this era brimming with martial virtue, of course we should continue.
The first blow to the mouth prevents surrender, the second blow to the legs prevents escape, and the third blow to the head puts the person directly into a dream.
Persuasion should be done with warmth, while the stick should be used with attitude. After physical persuasion is completed, it is time to move on to the much-anticipated "technical torture."
Is it cruel? It's as cold as it gets, but you have to understand that reality is like this, and it never changes according to one's personal will.
Jiang Xia cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the control tower via the loudspeaker, carrying an almost deliberate, soothing tone, as if the previous stormy debate was merely a warm-up:
"Comrades, experts," Jiang Xia's voice calmed down, even carrying a hint of "reassurance," "Just now, I was too harsh in my words, I didn't think things through, and I was too fixated on the difficulties of technical details, which dampened everyone's enthusiasm and... well... self-esteem in developing a world-class fighter jet. I apologize for that."
Inside the control tower, Lao Wang and Teacher Xiaopeng exchanged bewildered glances, still shaken, and then taken aback by Jiang Xia's sudden "conciliatory" attitude. Did this kid not know who they were dealing with?
Wait, is this someone who knows and wants to curry favor? But, Jiang Xia's straightforward personality doesn't seem like the kind of person he'd do, does it?
What's the real purpose of this?
Secretary Liu thoughtfully poured Jiang Xia a glass of water, tossing in a few grayish-brown, date-like objects.
My brother's going all out today, I have to keep him in top form. Without a good voice, even the best performance is useless; a loud, powerful voice is the only way to crush your opponent!
Keep it up! When the old man treats you to stir-fried pork with bamboo skewers, I'll also prepare some ointment for you!
I'm so thoughtful...
“So,” Jiang Xia, unaware of what Secretary Liu was thinking, changed the subject, his tone becoming as if describing a beautiful, tangible vision, “let’s temporarily set aside those annoying issues of materials, engines, and wind tunnels. Let’s imagine, hypothetically! Just hypothetically! that, thanks to the tireless efforts and painstaking work of our comrades, our ‘Dongfeng 113’ supersonic high-altitude interceptor has actually taken to the skies! It has reached its design specifications—double 25! Mach 2.5! At an altitude of 25,000 meters! It is the most dazzling jewel in the crown of our Republic’s aviation industry! It is the sharp sword that pierces the sky!”
He paused deliberately, letting this "wonderful" scene linger briefly in the minds of everyone on the other end of the microphone. Even Teacher Xiaopeng's face subconsciously showed a hint of longing.
“Then,” Jiang Xia’s voice suddenly dropped, like a piece of cold iron being thrown into warm water, “when it, our ‘sharp sword,’ soars proudly in the blue sky of our motherland, what is its greatest mission?”
He asked and answered his own question, speaking at a faster pace:
"It's about interception! It's about defending our airspace! It's about shooting down those enemy aircraft that dare to violate our sacred airspace—like the high-altitude, high-speed U-2 reconnaissance planes, or the F-104s and RF-101s that might intrude at any time! Turn them into burning scrap metal and let them fall onto our land!"
"Very good! The objective is clear!" Jiang Xia slammed his hand on the table, making a loud "bang" that startled everyone.
"So, here's the question!"
His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if trying to see through the microphone to every face on the other end, yet his voice carried a cold logic:
Where are the enemy planes?
“Comrade! No matter how sharp our ‘sword’ is, we still need to know where the enemy is before we can swing it to kill them, right?” Jiang Xia’s voice was full of “confusion”, as if he was discussing an extremely simple but overlooked key point.
"How do you spot enemy aircraft? Do pilots rely on their eyes to search the sky? At an altitude of 25,000 meters, separated by tens or hundreds of kilometers, are they looking for a black dot that might be smaller than a sparrow? Or is it above the clouds? In the darkness? By luck? By guesswork?"
He pointed sharply out the window: "It's all thanks to radar! It's the ground-based early warning radar network! It's the airborne fire control radar! It's the 'eyes' of the entire air defense system!"
“And now,” Jiang Xia’s voice suddenly rose, “please tell me, what do we have?”
He counted on his fingers, item by item, the real data he listed like a knife piercing the brains of some people:
"Ground radar? It has a short detection range, poor accuracy, and almost zero anti-jamming capability! With the slightest electronic interference, the screen becomes full of static, and the enemy aircraft signal appears and disappears intermittently, like playing hide-and-seek! When a U-2 flies over, it may be flying right overhead while our radar is still slowly scanning, or it may be completely jammed and unable to see anything!"
As Jiang Xia spoke, he glanced at Battalion Commander Yue. Battalion Commander Yue nodded affirmatively and then wrote down several key data points, handing them to Jiang Xia. The shortcomings of this Russian radar were points out by Battalion Commander Yue himself just a few days ago.
Looking at the data handed over by Battalion Commander Yue, Jiang Xia looked up and exclaimed, "Oh, the data from the nose radar? Did Pang Guoxing ask Battalion Commander Yue to submit this?"
Hey, they've practically handed me the knife handle! See? Heroes all over the world have suffered under that "double 25" for too long, even frontline soldiers can't take it anymore!
Well then, sorry, keep firing! I don't believe I won't blow you all to smithereens!
"Airborne radar? What kind of radar is the Dongfeng-113 going to be equipped with? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it! The Soviet-supplied RP-5? Or the experimental product that we tinkered with in the laboratory and had difficulty even getting it to start stably?"
Comrades, those things are passable on a subsonic MiG-17, barely enough to make a tail chase! But what is our Dongfeng-113? It's a Mach 2.5 high-altitude interceptor!
It needs an advanced fire control radar capable of stable operation in high-speed, high-altitude environments, and able to detect and lock onto high-speed, small targets at long distances! Otherwise, pilots flying this "wild horse" will find themselves like blind men and deaf men once they reach high altitudes!
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On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhongyi, who worked on radar, felt that the young man on the other end was referring to him. Just as he was about to retort, he saw the young man, Xiao Mo, wearing a mask, frantically gesturing to him.
"What's going on! A meeting!" Teacher Zhongyi covered the microphone, shook his head with a sigh, and said, "This brother you've taken on is really something. But, isn't it a bit much to say that about our radar institute? The 'KJ-1' that was modified earlier has achieved results, hasn't it? It can now 'look down and probe downwards', right?"
“Master! My brother Xia wasn’t talking about us. You’ve forgotten, even our radar institute has to rely on the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications for every experiment we do…”
Upon hearing this, Teacher Zhongyi chuckled.
Yes, if it weren't for the funds from the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, and Xiao Mo's support in developing the digital differentiation of ground clutter and updating some radar components, the pulse-Doppler radar wouldn't have been assembled so quickly.
Several prototypes of the original components had already been made, and once Xiao Jiang proposed a specific plan, the pulse Doppler radar was practically on its final stage...
Eh, it's terrifying to think about. Did that silly kid foresee this situation all along?
Did he prepare a draft for this long ago?
Excellent! Excellent! No wonder Teacher Hua praised him as someone who can "deduce based on the objective laws of things." With a son like this, how can China not prosper?
I'll be able to leave this world more peacefully...
Cough cough cough cough...
Another violent coughing fit ensued.
"Master! Quick, let the doctor take a look. This doctor was specially invited by Xiao Jiang..."
"Oh, why bother... I know this illness is incurable. Your master's pension is for your junior sister, so don't even think about it!" Teacher Zhongyi stood up, waved to Xiao Mo, and teased her with a smile.
"No, Master! Brother Xia said we're going to be the backbone of his digital defense system, you...you can't leave me behind!"
Xiao Mo looked at her teacher with teary eyes, like a newborn puppy.
"really?"
"really!"
"really?"
"really!"
"Then hurry up! Don't delay!"
Xiao Mo was so blinded by the light that she almost tripped, but since her master was even using opera singing, she seemed to be in a pretty good mood!
Yes, it really is quite beautiful. Only after recovering did Professor Zhongyi realize that the most crucial element of Xiao Daimao's theory was the radar institute. Thinking about the support his radar could receive after the Dongfeng-113, that money-devouring behemoth, was decommissioned, Professor Zhongyi couldn't sit still any longer.
"Hey. Don't stay here with me. Go to that little dummy... no, go to Comrade Jiangxia's place and send over some data from our radar institute! When it comes to firing, we have to make sure our shots are targeted!"
Xiao Mo turned around, grabbed a pile of documents, and ran off.
The doctor who had been waiting nearby then stepped forward.
"Comrade Zhongyi! This 'quadruple therapy' plan seems quite reliable, but there are currently no precedents to follow. If you're willing..." The doctor fiddled with the treatment plan in his hand and handed it to Teacher Zhongyi.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's just being a... cough cough cough... guinea pig! I've done it before when we were doing radar radiation experiments!"
"Heal it! If it dies, it's on me! If it lives, it's yours!"
"Hehehe... Okay! Don't be afraid. Although several of the drugs are laboratory products, and one of them is even imported, I can still guarantee your safety!" The doctor slowly took out his diagnostic tools and rubbed his hands together, seemingly quite happy.
Teacher Zhongyi looked at the doctor in front of him, who seemed even more excited than himself, and suddenly shivered: "Doctor, may I ask your surname?"
"Just call me Doctor Ark..."