The solar system is broken

"retreat!"

Didi~

The warning light flashes.

"Ma'am, let's talk while walking~" Wilson spread his right hand.

At this time, the order maintenance personnel in the venue had already begun to chase people away.

This group of senior executives followed the young ground crew to an iron bridge.

"Okay~" Amelia didn't expect that this civil affairs officer would be so difficult to deal with.

Doula on the other side took a look and put up several N2 missiles, feeling a little guilty.

It is impossible for these missiles to defeat the entire Shang Empire, so subsequent chemical weapons will come into play.

"War? Just like the economics of violence, there are only a few keywords: efficient, rapid, and profitable."

"Chief Engineer," the young man I had seen before quietly squeezed in beside Dora.

"Um?"

"Our rockets are all filled with gunpowder, our space program..." The young man was very unhappy.

But he can be considered a big-hearted person. Even during the war, he was still thinking about the distant space.

"I'm very sorry," Dora curled her lips, "I only found out a few hours ago that the higher-ups requisitioned our rockets."

Conventional force is seriously insufficient, and the result is that high-level officials must use larger-scale dimensionality reduction strikes.

"Damn it!" the young designer was very unhappy.

"Actually, I'm more worried about our aircraft engines than this." Dora rubbed the center of her eyebrows.

"Sentence~"

The last warning sound sounded. Dora boarded the Tiejia Bridge.

The iron bridge slowly closed its arms and pulled everyone towards a huge iron room.

Covering her ears, Dora was in a very bad mood.

"Is there any news from the aircraft factory?" Dora pressed her ears. Fortunately, there was no temporary tinnitus.

"I heard rumors from Factory No. 2 that the wine barrel seems to have been successfully remodeled."

The underground factory 2 is naturally the underground factory in Youzhou.

This factory is located in a valley to the north of the residential area in Youzhou.

The main task is to manufacture aircraft.

"Wine barrel?" Dora thought of something.

The so-called barrel plane is a strange-looking jet aircraft.

It has a short but thick fuselage. The fuselage is so huge that its two wings are very short in comparison.

This type of aircraft is like having an electric fan installed in the fuselage.

The military mocked this aircraft as a kind of aerial wine barrel that laughs to death at the enemy due to its strange shape.

In fact, this is unfair to wine barrels.

You know, in this era when the aircraft manufacturing industry was just starting out, aerospace engines were not very efficient.

The wings are basically still made of wood, and it is completely impossible to put a mounted engine online.

As for propeller-type aircraft, they were directly rejected by Dula.

Because that kind of propeller-style aircraft will be eliminated by jet aircraft sooner or later. The reason is very simple: the propeller has a speed limit.

(Blue Star’s early propeller aircraft did not truly break through the propeller limit of 800.)

(Although engineers with great imagination worked hard to increase the number of propellers and blade length, the limit number was also fixed at 786.)

"Remodeling successful?"

Dora was very confused. Before the new material made a breakthrough, they were actually able to modify it?

"Yes sir."

The horizontal elevator moves forward slowly.

Huge lights shone on this group of people, and several generals put away the umbrellas in their hands.

Doula pulled the umbrella buckle a little, and the umbrella fell slowly, and the raindrops slid down the umbrella surface.

The rusty barbed wire left a faint mark.

"What kind of success method?" Dora was confused.

"They are preparing to produce a batch of Y2 jets."

Mass production means that this type of aircraft is already very stable.

But Dora still doesn't understand why y1 (barrel) broke through.

He couldn't understand it, but he felt that this war was completely premeditated.

The contraction of the overpass lasted for about 7 minutes. Several high-level officials were there, struggling to respond to the reporters' inquiries.

This small space is still very lively.

It's no wonder that there are not many opportunities for the Civil Affairs Officer, the Head of State, and the Speaker to share the same frame.

You know, these are two systems, and what they often do is fight rather than unite.

"I don't think I saw Mr. Huo Shan." Dora glanced at them, and these people suddenly realized that Huo Shan, as a military commander, did not attend such an occasion.

This is very intriguing.

Dora even wondered whether the government and parliament bypassed the military and directly used strategic weapons to retaliate against the Shang Empire.

"Oh, Mr. Huo is ill and cannot participate."

Pit~

The blocking piece firmly blocks the horizontal elevator.

The overpass slowly sinks.

The lights overhead became increasingly distant.

"Are you sick?"

According to the usual practice of the Chinese people, illnesses at critical times are not really illnesses.

(But this time, he really was overthinking it.)

"Who knows?"

The fine blocking net cut out several areas on Dora's face.

Dora looked through the wire and fell on the operating table inside.

There were several bald men in white coats there, busy preparing for remote ignition.

The N2 missile can be regarded as a precise short-range missile.

However, Doula expected that the impact point of these missiles should not be Chaoge.

Because the straight-line distance from Youzhou to Chaoge should be about 500 kilometers, the range of the N2 is slightly shorter.

Moreover, the cost of N2 is also very expensive for the city-state, and it makes no sense to kill some civilians.

If the planners of the city-state were not stupid, they would not smash these 25k missiles into the house.

The cost of a tonneau aircraft is only 20k, and the modified Y2 may be around 25k.

You know, in the peaceful period of the city-state, the tax revenue is only about 200w~300w. If you put this amount of money aside for 100 times, it will be gone.

The amount of explosives dropped was only 100 tons, and this firepower output was not as good as the 8 ammunition base of the artillery of the two regiments.

Taking a step back, it would be better to just take the money and build airplanes and bombs.

A lot of money was spent.

"Stent inspection completed~"

"Radio guidance on."

"Everything is fine."

....

"Bounce."

The elevator finally reached the ground.

This launch base is very crude.

"Chief Engineer."

"Um?"

The iron net was pulled up, and the leaders in front filed out.

Dora stood still and turned back in confusion.

"Will this war get out of control?"

Dora glanced at the young engineer, but he did not give an answer immediately.

He was silent for a long time, then slowly spit out two words from his teeth.

"Maybe."

The young engineer's eyes were a little dim, and it seemed that he also had some Madonna feelings in him.

"When the war is over, let's study space-time echoes together." Dora patted the young engineer on the shoulder.

"All right."

Dora understood that this Madonna complex was very disturbing.

"It's not your fault. The war is a farce where politicians provide bullets, rich people provide materials, and we can only contribute ourselves."

"The war is over, politicians have more bullets, and the rich have more information. We are the only ones losing."

"So this weapon of mass destruction is not your fault."

The young man nodded and said nothing.

While he was talking, Moss had already walked to the launch button in a decent manner.

"Attention everyone! The countdown begins."

Under the command of the technician, Moss pointed at the red button and understood.

"10!"

"9!"

...

"1!"

"emission."

Moss hit the launch button.

As for why we count down, it's actually just a staged photo shoot.

You know, the N2 rocket has no remote launch device at all.

As for what the red button Moss pressed was, who knows?

boom!

The ground shook, and the steel frame in the tin room made a harsh sound.

"Secondong~"

"Secondong~"

...

The rockets took off one after another.

This kind of rocket will jump vertically to a height of 100 meters, then fine-tune its attitude engine and use radio as guidance to glide in the atmosphere.

After gliding for about three hundred kilometers, the fuel is mechanically cut off above the target, and the attitude engine adjusts its direction.

1/3 of the cost of this rocket lies in this small attitude engine.

It is this small attitude engine that completely reverses the error of several kilometers and reduces this error to the level of 100 meters.

However, this attitude engine is not accurate. You must know that in the aerospace industry, attitude engine fine-tuning can be accurate to the centimeter level.

In fact, it's not a problem with Youzhou's craftsmanship, it's really because the level of computers is too low.

For this kind of massive calculation, engineers can only rely on crude calculation machines to budget.

"So," Dora dusted herself off, "gentlemen, I would like to know where these little buzz bombs are going to fly?"

Dora's voice passed through the hall and fell directly on everyone's ears.

Wilson looked at Moss, who nodded.

Since the boss has agreed, there is nothing to hide.

"Two places." Wilson held out two fingers, "He meander and Mengcheng."

"Meander?"

It is not difficult to understand that Mengcheng is the front line, but what is the operation of Hequ?

"Yes sir." Wilson unfolded a small telegram and handed it to Dora.

Dora was suspicious.

Wilson just nodded and motioned for him to look.

Dora unfolded the piece of paper and looked at Wilson again.

The other party did not respond, but a reporter came up to take pictures, but Wilson gave a look and forced him to retreat.

Doesn't seem suitable for public viewing.

The message is as follows:

Dear Mr. Huo Shan, I am very sorry that you received such a telegram. The 112th Regiment has tried its best, and the lieutenant colonel and staff are completely unable to lead the battle. At least 200 people of the entire 112th Regiment died in a one-night raid, and another 200

There were many wounded, so I temporarily took over this army,

Their morale is low and they are no longer suitable for fighting. As for the direction of the Hequ Industrial Zone, I am afraid there is nothing I can do. The artillery battery of the 112th Regiment has run out of ammunition. From the perspective of an unprofessional person, this 10-kilometer journey is very unsatisfactory.

It is appropriate to continue, then casualties will stabilize at this number.

Inscribed at the end, writer.

"Shet!" Dora's eyes widened, wondering how she could meet writers everywhere.

"That's just the way it is."

"Okay." Dora folded the message and handed it to Wilson, "Then Mengcheng is..."

"Our goal is to eliminate them."

"Don't we have a group in Mengcheng?" Dora is not an insider, so he naturally doesn't know what's going on.

"In order to reduce the casualties of the city-states, we decided to carry out air strikes on them." Wilson said evasively.

Doula is not a fool, and naturally knows that reducing casualties means that they are unable to directly defeat the opponent.

Thinking of the disabled New 2nd Regiment, he suddenly understood something.

"Okay." As a technician, these are not what he needs to know.

The average cruising speed of the N2 missile is about Mach 2. The straight-line distance from the main city of Youzhou to the Hequ Industrial Zone is about 150 kilometers. The N2 missile only takes less than 3 minutes to arrive.

As for Mengcheng, it is 300km away and only takes 5 minutes.

"The n21 and n22 steering engines are normal."

"Monitor closely."

These two missiles are flying towards the industrial area and require special attention. They must not hit the heads of their own people. What's more important is that there are their own factories there.

Of course, the commander pays the highest attention to these two bombs.

In these few minutes, everyone lives like a year.

The main thing is that this thing has not been used in actual combat. The only time it was used was the N1 experimental type.

This is a free period, lasting about ten minutes.

...

until.

"Didi didi~"

"The telegram has arrived."

Moss was so excited that he stepped forward and picked up the receiver himself to answer the call.

Translated by Wilson and written by Qiming.

This team should not be too luxurious.

"Two hits in Hequ, the enemy retreated."