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"What second booster?"

Han Xiangjie's question was so baffling that Fan Zhaohui couldn't understand what it meant for a while.

"I see the target it..."

The former was about to explain further, but his words stopped abruptly just as he started.

Because at this time, he had already reacted——

A second booster, of course, is impossible.

Who would be a good person to design a second-stage boost for a cruise missile?

And more importantly, after the target split into two this time, one of them did not continue to fly as before. Instead, after maintaining a short trajectory, it began to fall at the same time.

Although the electronic chart can only display two-dimensional graphics, the height number in the target information bar next to it is refreshed every second.

In just a few breaths, the number has dropped from 22,500 at the beginning to 20,300.

Obviously, this cannot be a pre-designed test process.

But...

Disintegrated in the air...

As if to confirm his guess.

After about half a second of silence, the communicator in the boat sounded again.

And this time, Xue Shijun even had a bit of vibrato when he spoke:

"There's something wrong with the target! I think... I think it might have disintegrated in the air!"

As a technician, he still tried his best to maintain rigor even under such circumstances and did not say everything he said.

Although no one thought of the second possibility at all.

"What?"

Fan Zhaohui, who had already put on a life jacket next to him, was climbing the ladder at this moment. When he heard these words, he was stunned in place, neither going up nor down.

After hesitating for a moment, he let go and jumped down from the ladder——

This was an action that obviously did not comply with the safety regulations inside the boat, but neither he nor Han Xiangjie could care so much at the moment.

"What's going on?"

Fan Zhaohui strode to the chart table.

"A few seconds ago, the target's radar signal suddenly split into two parts... I thought at first that something had separated again, but I soon found that both parts began to lose altitude rapidly, and now... …”

When Han Xiangjie turned his attention to the target information column again, the data on it just disappeared.

On the one hand, the bistatic radar is still a signal source more than 300 kilometers away, so it cannot overcome the reduction in observation capabilities caused by the curvature of the earth.

On the other hand, the two signals just now are now divided into multiple parts, which is obviously beyond the processing scope of this radar, which was originally designed to observe a single ultra-high-speed target.

Of course, in this situation, there is no need to explain anything anymore.

Anyone can tell what happened.

This time, it was Han Xiangjie who was the first to regain his composure:

"Xiao Xue, have all the data been recorded?"

He almost immediately realized that the observation results captured by today's radar would be of much higher value than expected, both in terms of technology and public opinion.

"It's recorded..."

Xue Shijun's voice still sounded a little confused:

"It's just that there were too many fragments produced by the final complete disintegration, and some of them didn't have time to generate detailed parameters..."

Han Xiangjie suppressed his excitement:

"It doesn't matter……"

He rubbed his hands, looked at Fan Zhaohui standing next to him, and continued to ask questions to the other side of the communicator:

"Can you estimate the approximate range where these debris will fall based on the partial trajectory generated, like the booster did just now?"

This question also directly woke up the latter who was in shock:

"Old Han, are you ready to..."

Han Xiangjie stretched out his hand to interrupt, indicating that he would talk later.

When everything was going according to plan before, he showed almost no sense of presence and just completed his tasks calmly.

But now, in the face of such an unexpected situation, the independent judgment developed during more than 20 years of submarine service began to come into play.

In just a few words, Han Xiangjie had already taken over the overall situation.

There was silence for a moment on the communicator:

"It's possible, but these fragments are too small and will be seriously affected by cross wind and resistance, so the accuracy will be poor..."

"It doesn't matter."

Han Xiangjie replied calmly:

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"The splash area in this case will be very large. Just have a rough range..."

A few more seconds passed:

"I've marked it in the system, you should be able to see it on the chart."

Sure enough, an eye-catching red circle appeared on the chart table.

The nearest edge is approximately 95 nautical miles to the west of the ship.

"Old Han, do you want to go there and have a look?"

After ending the call, Fan Zhaohui asked again.

"Um."

Han Xiangjie hummed without raising his head, and at the same time quickly planned the sailing distance on the chart:

"95 nautical miles, we certainly can't drive at full speed, but it only takes about 6 hours to get there... According to my personal experience, if there are some fragments with coincidental shapes, then they may float on the sea for a long enough time. Even if there are none, we can collect some water samples. I don't know much about cruise missiles, but if it is an airplane, then the fuel can probably last for a few days on the sea."

Fan Zhaohui's eyes flickered, and he was obviously persuaded.

Compared to a mere booster, the hypersonic flying body itself is obviously more valuable.

Even if it is impossible to salvage complete wreckage in the high seas, as Han Xiangjie said, we have to try our luck.

Even if we get the fuel samples prepared by the Americans for the scramjet engine, it has some technical value.

"But the other party's surface ships may also rush there..."

He was no longer questioning the other party, but trying to convince himself.

Han Xiangjie's actions were even faster. He directly picked up the communicator and began to give orders in an orderly manner:

"Put away the antenna and close the missile bay door."

"Attention all crew members, prepare for diving!"

"Chief engineer, increase the reactor output power and pay close attention to the radiation parameters of the power compartment!"

"..."

After the whole boat was busy again, he turned to Fan Zhaohui and explained:

"The other side is now about 200 nautical miles behind us, and is still tracking and monitoring our fleet. Even if they leave immediately, it will take an additional 6-7 hours to arrive, and it is at the other end of this sea area. We have plenty of time... Moreover, considering their arrival time, I even suspect that the Americans may not go there specifically. The only thing we need to be careful about is the satellite, so we need to complete the operation underwater throughout the process..."

The latter's last bit of concern was also dispelled, and the expression on his face changed slightly:

"In fact, in addition to the UUV, my team also has a professional diver who can exit the cabin through the torpedo tube and move around at a depth of about tens of meters for a period of time..."