Scholars in the courtyard

Shengjing, aircraft factory.

Wu Zhe was awakened by a knock on the door. He stayed up too late last night and it was already early morning when he came back to sleep.

The bed was finally warm, and I slept soundly. But now, I was woken up again.

Then he lifted the quilt, and a burst of cold air suddenly dissipated the heat on his body, making him shiver.

Then he quickly put on the coat that was placed on the quilt. It felt chilly again, and then he got up and opened the door.

"Who is in such a hurry!"

As soon as he opened the door and said a word, he saw the factory director's secretary standing there anxiously, his face was blue from the cold, but he still looked anxious.

"Xiao Hu!"

"Director Wu, the factory director, asked you to go over for a meeting now!"

"Now?"

Wu Zhe looked at the sky outside.

It's been snowing heavily in Shengjing recently, and the surrounding area used to be completely white, but now it's probably five o'clock in the morning.

It's not bright yet!

"Director Wu, hurry up, I have to notify Captain Lan!"

Xiao Hu said anxiously, Wu Zhe understood that there must be something important, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Xiao Hu immediately ran to another place after hearing this.

Six o'clock in the morning.

The conference room was full of people.

The people here are all the elite backbone of the aircraft factory.

There are those who specialize in designing aircraft, those who research aerodynamics, those who research weapons, and even more specialized test pilots.

Everyone was called here early in the morning, some of them hadn't even washed their faces and were now rubbing the shit out of their eyes.

Dongdong

There were two sounds of slamming on the table, and the factory director and secretary appeared above.

Then the entire conference room fell silent.

"Comrades, here, let me tell you some bad news!"

The secretary stood up first, stared at everyone present and spoke.

"Just yesterday evening, we were attacked..."

"We dispatched more than 30 aircraft to intercept, but in the end we could only watch them fly away!"

"What a disgrace, what a disgrace!"

After the secretary finished speaking, his voice was sad.

This is not only a shame for the flying team, but also a shame for their aircraft manufacturing plant!

Below, Wu Zhe was sitting in the front row, his eyes red after hearing this.

That feeling was like being beaten up by someone who came to your house, but you still couldn't catch up and beat him.

It’s not just a shame, it’s also a humiliation of incompetence!

In the conference room, the crunching of teeth continued to sound, and everyone clenched their fists hard, but there was nowhere to vent.

"There is a technical gap, and we admit it!"

"But just admit defeat and accept your fate like this. No way!"

"I don't recognize this fate!"

The secretary raised his fist and shouted loudly, like a heroic warrior, but it made the hearts of those present rise rapidly.

"Down with imperialism!"

"Destroy all enemies!!!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the conference room was ignited, and everyone looked high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.

After the noise, the factory director stood up at this time, with a serious look on his old face.

"Comrades, our superiors require us to come up with new aircraft as soon as possible to protect our country!"

"I issued a military order to my superiors!"

"Next year, our new plane will take to the skies!"

"Our new planes will not only catch up to them and beat them up! They will also beat them to the point where they will never come back!"

"Comrades, time waits for no one, do you have the confidence!"

"have!"

Everyone cheered and stood up.

At this moment, the blood in everyone's bodies began to boil, and their sleepy eyes were filled with light.

When the meeting dispersed and everyone devoted themselves to work with full energy, Wu Zhe came to the factory director's office with a frown on his face.

"Old Wu, come in quickly, you haven't eaten yet!"

In the office, the factory director, who looked solemn and domineering just now, was holding two dark sweet potatoes in his hands. You could tell without looking that they had just been picked out of the ashes.

"I just took it out. It was cooked over firewood last night, so feel free to eat it!"

The factory director handed one over. Wu Zhe took one before eating in the morning, carefully wiped off the plant ash on the outside, and began to peel the skin carefully.

"Old Wu, hurry up and hurry up!"

The factory director was not as meticulous as Wu Zhe. After wiping off the outer layer of black ash, he ate the skin directly, and his mouth was soon stained black.

Wu Zhe nodded, "Don't worry, this is not the first time. Comrades have experience."

"But, Director, I came here to tell you something!"

The factory director blew on the half-cut roasted sweet potato in his hand, which was still hot inside. "What's wrong? What difficulties do you have?"

Wu Zhe shook his head and continued to peel off the skin, "There is no big problem. We have designed the aircraft for so many years, and the Third Aircraft Department also followed the design requirements."

"Although the two have some problems, they are not incompatible."

"It can be assembled with a little tweaking."

"What happened?"

the factory director asked curiously.

Wu Zhe picked up the document and handed it to the factory director. The factory director stuffed the remaining roasted sweet potato directly into his mouth and swallowed it wholeheartedly, regardless of how hot it was inside.

"This is aircraft analysis data?"

"Isn't it pretty good!" The factory director looked at the book and didn't feel there was any difference. After all, they were all finalized a long time ago, and he knew this.

What's more, the data of the prototype MiG-21 is also in his mind, so these are indispensable.

"Director, this is what I want to say!"

Wu Zhe tore off a piece of skin with a piece of sweet potato on it. He couldn't bear to throw it away, so he scraped it with his teeth.

Little did he know that his lips were now black!

But he didn't care, and continued, "The fighter plane the other party was flying last night should be an F-104 fighter!"

"This fighter plane is small and flexible, and very fast! It is the world's first fighter plane that can reach a speed of 2 times the speed of sound!"

After Wu Zhe finished speaking, he finally peeled the skin and started to bite it, "The ones used in Shanghai are all MiG-19s that we have introduced in recent years, and some are imitation 103s, which are inferior in speed!"

The factory director nodded and understood what Wu Zhe meant, "I know what you said, so our new aircraft is based on the MiG-21, and its performance can also reach twice the speed of sound!"

This is also the reason why the factory director dared to issue a military order.

Wu Zhe continued to eat after listening, and rubbed his hands together until he finished eating the sweet potato and rubbed off the dust on his hands.

"Yes, you are right. Theoretically, our engine should be able to reach twice the speed of sound, enough to catch up with the other side!"

"But!"

Wu Zhe paused for a moment and spoke again, "This F104 fighter was developed by them in the 1950s and entered service in 1958!"

"Let's put it this way. We can make it as early as next year and mass-produce it later at the earliest. There is still a gap of ten years in between!"

"Do you think that with this ten-year gap, they won't have faster planes?"

After Wu Zhe asked, the folder in the factory director's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he muttered to himself, "Yes, yes, how could I forget this!"

"With F104, there will definitely be F105 and F106!"

"With twice the speed of sound, there will definitely be faster ones!"

In an instant, the factory director's face was ashen, and there was no longer the previous confidence.

"Old Wu, what do you think we should do?"

After a long time, the factory director looked at Wu Zhe and asked.

Wu Zhe took a deep breath. He had thought about this when it came, and it was time to say it!

"My method is very simple!"

"Since the current aircraft cannot catch up in speed, then!"

"Then redesign a faster aircraft!"

"Redesign? A faster aircraft?"

The factory manager said.

Wu Zhe nodded, "In fact, it can be seen from the history of aircraft development, from the initial biplane, to the later monoplane, metal frame skin aircraft to all-metal aircraft, all these changes are for the pursuit of faster speed."

"Without sufficient speed, it's like a child being played by adults around."

"So if you want to use an aircraft to intercept an aircraft, you need to keep up with the opponent's speed."

"If you want to use an aircraft to attack an aircraft, you need a faster speed."

After Wu Zhe's analysis, the factory manager frowned slightly. He knew these things.

But the speed of an aircraft depends largely on the strength of the engine.

If the engine is not good, even if it is made of wood, it may not fly fast.

The factory director was thinking, and Wu Zhe also saw the other party's doubts, so he continued, "Factory director, I have a certain basis for saying this."

"Remember the engine of the Red Star Machinery Factory that I mentioned to you?"

The factory director narrowed his eyes, "I know, I know."

"You praised that engine very much, saying that it is better than the current one!"

Wu Zhe nodded, "Yes, I have always thought so!"

"During the test, the performance of this engine has not been fully demonstrated."

"It's like two students who both scored 100 points. One of them worked hard to the limit and scored 100 points."

"And the other scored 100 points completely because there was only 100 points on the test paper."

"The machinery factory is the latter."

Wu Zhe said affirmatively. He still thinks about that engine. The perfect appearance makes him obsessed.

"So, you want to bet on it?"

The factory director saw through Wu Zhe's plan, and Wu Zhe did not hide it, "Yes."

"Since what we are doing now is not qualified, why not choose a qualified one?"

"Besides, it's time to start developing the first generation!"

"Besides, I don't think the superiors will let this engine go to waste."

After Wu Zhe finished speaking, the factory director was silent.

Developing a generation is not a simple matter.

The manpower and material resources involved, and the resources consumed are huge!

The most important thing is that if it can't be done, it will be a waste.

No one can afford this responsibility!

But when he thought of what happened last night, the factory director felt heavy in his heart!

After a long time, the factory director raised his head and gritted his teeth and said, "I have already signed the military order, why should I be afraid of these bullshit things!"

"So, after New Year's Day, you can pick a few people to go to Sijiucheng and set up a working group!"

"I approve it!"

Wu Zhe immediately laughed, "Don't worry, I promise not to let you down!"

The factory director threw the document to Wu Zhe, "First, make this machine for me. At least, these years of hard work can't be wasted."

Wu Zhe stood up with a smile, "Don't worry, this thing has been figured out by everyone. We can get a sample before the New Year."

"Go to hell, you're just making empty promises."

Wu Zhe hurried out of the office, and the factory director behind him picked up the enamel pot with a smile on his face.

"The future depends on you."