Scholars in the courtyard

Forty-nine cities.

Bang

The door was pushed open and several people walked in one after another.

In the room, Mr. Qin, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Wang were sitting together. There was a cup of tea in front of the three of them, but the water in it had already become cold and no one touched it.

Seeing the group of people coming in, Mr. Zhang raised his eyelids slightly, then continued to lower his head, as if he loved someone.

Mr. Qin also glanced, especially at the people behind him. Those who came in suddenly shrank their necks when they met Mr. Qin's gaze, and they also distanced themselves from the old man in front.

However, when Mr. Wang saw this group of people coming in, a sneer appeared on his face, then he raised his legs and found a comfortable position to sit.

"Hey, the three of you are sitting on the Diaoyutai, drinking water, chatting, and enjoying yourself."

The old man walked to the side and sat down. He looked like a big man with a golden sword, but his face was filled with anger.

"But we guys are desperate!"

The sound suddenly became louder, and the group of people who came behind him stepped back again.

Even though they have a lot of things on their shoulders, they are of no use in front of these people.

If you go up at this time, it will really be a fight between gods and mortals will suffer.

Everyone tacitly moved back until they were close to the door, then stopped, and then turned their attention to the four people in the room.

"Lao Zhu, don't be so angry. Talk about something when you have something to say. Don't bare your teeth when you have nothing to do."

"I'm not here to listen to you."

Mr. Wang looked at it coldly, opened his mouth and shouted back.

At this moment, Mr. Wang's eyelids were slightly pressed, his small eyes were full of light, his back molars were clenched tightly, and even when he was talking, his jaw was tucked in, as if he was suppressing the anger in his body and trying hard not to let it escape. of.

Where can I still be as scumbag as before?

Bang

After hearing what Mr. Wang said, Mr. Zhu slapped the table directly.

Wow

This time, the force was so great that the three cups on the table were knocked down. The water inside spread all over the table and even flowed down, getting Mr. Wang's shoes wet.

But Mr. Wang had no intention of moving at all.

"Should I blow?"

"I'm so proud of you that you dare to speak."

"It blows, and you can only bear it from behind?"

"Wang Lapi, if you can, let your missiles catch up. Don't suffer like you here, okay?"

Bang!

Mr. Wang slapped his palm into the water, and his whole body became ferocious.

"Bless you, ladies, you have gone against the grain, who are you baring your teeth with?"

"You don't fucking know what my soldiers are like now, and I still don't know?"

"You wake up early and stay late, how many people fall down at their posts from exhaustion, and how many people can't even go home. If you tell me this now, you are still not a fucking human being!"

Bang!

"Wang Shapi, don't talk about that. When it comes to talking about it, no one is a coward."

"I have never been so aggrieved in my life."

"In eight districts, tens of thousands of people were blocking it from below, ah. It just flew back and forth above our heads."

"You told me to blow. If you blow him off, I will avoid you when I see you in the future. You can barge your teeth all you want."

"No hit!"

Zhu Lao banged the table and shouted loudly.

The two of them were like vindictive bulls, glaring at each other, looking like they were about to eat someone.

The people who came in together could not wait to lower their heads immediately and run out quickly.

"Clap, shoot hard."

Mr. Qin also said coldly at this time, "I can also slap the table."

"If you can take a picture of it, I will carry the table for you two to take pictures from now on."

Mr. Zhu glanced at Mr. Qin and said, "Haha, I'm not interested in slapping your table."

"I've spent so many years repairing the plane, but it's not even decent."

"If you fly up, you won't even be able to see his tail. At least, Wang Shapi can still blow some air from behind. It's better for you, you won't even be able to see his shadow when you fly up."

"I'm not telling you, Lao Qin, is this what you do?"

Hearing Mr. Qin speak, Mr. Zhu immediately changed his target, and the contempt in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Mr. Qin's breathing was rapid, but he tried to steady his mind, and then said coldly, "Old Zhu, if you have shit in your mouth, go and wash it. Don't spray shit here."

"Spray feces. If I had the ability, I would spray you all over."

"There are more than two hundred planes, but one of them is useless."

"Old Qin, you don't know where this is?"

"If you go over here this time and throw something down next time, you, you, and us will be sinners, sinners."

Zhu Lao's eyes were red and he roared word by word.

Mr. Qin's breathing quickened and he was panting heavily, but he didn't say a word.

Mr. Zhang was still sitting there quietly.

Mr. Zhu glanced and opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Even the group of people at the door slowed down their breathing, for fear of attracting the attention of the people inside.

"The flight speed exceeded Mach 3, and the relevant departments estimated that it reached Mach 3.4."

"The flight altitude is more than 20,000 meters."

"Just these two, just these two, we are helpless."

After a long time, Mr. Zhang broke the silence.

Zhu Lao opened his mouth again, but this time he still couldn't speak.

The gap, this is the gap.

The missile they used this time was the Thunder that stole the show last time.

But even such a missile cannot be stopped.

"The fastest speed of Jinglei can reach Mach 3, but, but the working time is too short, and our Jinglei guidance technology is too poor. If there is interference on the opponent's aircraft, it will be difficult for us to lock in advance."

Old Wang also spoke, speaking slowly.

Old Zhu remained silent.

"The best way now is to use an aircraft to carry missiles and then implement air interception."

Old Qin said the plan they were considering.

This time, Old Zhu curled his lips, "Well said, but how to do it?"

"What kind of urine is the other party? It's a fly. After tasting the sweetness, won't it come every day?"

"Come every three or five times, what are the consequences, you think about it yourself."

After saying this, Old Zhu crossed his arms and his face was heavy.

The three listened and remained silent.

"What are you doing at the door?"

Just then, a scolding came from outside the door.

The four turned around and saw the people at the door making way, and then an old man with a square face came in.

Seeing this, the four stood up suddenly.

"Hello, Chief."

The man nodded, then walked to the side and sat down, throwing the photo in his hand on the table.

The person at the door behind him immediately went out and gently closed the door.

The old man picked up the cup on the table and placed it. Old Wang quickly picked up the thermos and poured water. The old man was not afraid of the hot water and drank it directly.

The four people were shocked when they saw this scene.

"I came from there and was very angry about this incident."

"We have notified the other party to prohibit such provocative behavior."

The old man pointed to the cup, and Old Wang poured another glass of water.

This time the old man only drank half of it.

"With the nature of those people, they will never lag behind in taking advantage."

"So, maybe it will come again later."

After the old man finished speaking, the four people clenched their fists.

The old man looked at the four people, "I am still the same temper. I have to fight when jackals come. Even if I have to sacrifice all my wealth, I have to leave my life for me."

"I don't want you four to sign any military orders."

"In the future, when they come, you hang a photo on the wall of my office. I'll see if you can cover the wall."

After that, he drank half a cup of water in the cup, got up and left.

The door closed again.

The four people looked at the photos on the table, their faces were livid.

After a long time, Zhang Lao got up, picked up a photo on the table, and walked out slowly.

Then came Qin Lao, Wang Lao, and finally Zhu Lao.

There are many photos on the table, but they only need one.

The Seventh Ministry of Machine Building.

After Wang Lao came back, he posted the photo on the wall opposite.

In the room, Qian Lao, Ran's father, Han Sanfeng and other backbones of the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building were sitting next to him, looking solemn.

"This is given by the leader."

Wang Lao smiled, but anyone could feel that the smile was full of bitterness.

"He said that he would give us a photo one day in the future, and see when we can cover the whole wall."

After the words fell, everyone's face showed anger.

This is a slap in the face.

And it was done with a red-hot iron, and it was going to be burned on the face.

"Comrades!"

Seeing the expressions of everyone, Mr. Qian spoke calmly, "Once the photo is posted, it can't be removed."

"But what we can do is to leave a photo of the other party's wreckage on this photo wall."

"That's the end."

"That's what we should do."

Mr. Qian said it firmly, and Mr. Wang nodded after listening.

"Mr. Qian is right, it's not good to be good first, it's good to laugh to the end."

"Comrades, this photo wall is not only a shame, but also our motivation in the future."

"I hope it can become our future honor."

After the words fell, the eyes of the people in the room became sharp.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Qian began to preside over the meeting.

"Comrades, the enemy's aircraft is very fast, so fast that our missiles can only blow air behind it."

"It is very high, so high that our best Thunderbolt has less than ten seconds to react."

"And it has powerful electronic jamming facilities. We are very weak in this regard."

Old General Qian pointed out the current problem, and the people below immediately began to discuss in a low voice.

After a long time, Ran's father spoke up, "Commander, according to our plan, we need to use air-to-air missiles for interception."

"But the Pili-1 we are using now obviously cannot meet the performance requirements in this regard."

"As for Pili-2, it has been studied halfway now. If we want to change the research direction now, it will only be counterproductive."

"Old Ran is right!"

A gray-haired designer next to him suddenly spoke up. He is Director Yan, the host of the air-to-air missile work.

Everyone looked over, and Director Yan began to explain, "Commander, the PL-1 we are using now has a short range, slow speed, and poor anti-interference ability. It is impossible to use PL-1."

"Even if we face ordinary aircraft, it is difficult to hit them."

Although this statement was a bit of a blow to morale, everyone present was knowledgeable.

There is no such thing as hiding one's illness and avoiding treatment.

"As for PL-2, although it imitates the Alliance's R-3 air-to-air missile and has made some improvements, it is still slightly inferior to the Alliance's R-3S missile."

"The R-3S missile cannot meet the requirements, let alone our PL-2."

Everyone understood that if the Alliance had the ability to deal with the other side's Blackbird, it would have taken action long ago.

And let these little black birds hang around at the door.

"But our PILI-3 project has been approved. This time we plan to use a combination of solid engines and new turbojet ramjet. The speed should be increased, but no one knows the specific effect."

Director Yan said his idea.

In fact, when Jinglei appeared last time, they had already explored this aspect, but they just hadn't proposed it yet.

Unexpectedly, the appearance of the little black bird this time forced them to speak out in advance.

After listening for a while, Mr. Qian thought about it and asked, "In principle, there is no problem."

"The high speed of the aircraft can provide high-speed airflow for the solid ramjet engine, which can increase the range and speed of the missile."

"If a solid ramjet engine is used, the weight and volume of the missile will be greatly increased."

"Have you considered that our current aircraft can't carry such a large missile."

Mr. Qian's words made Director Yan frown, and the people around him also realized the problem. Without the aircraft to pull it up, it would be useless to say anything.