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 was sleeping 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 I opened the door and said a word, I saw the secretary of the factory director 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 inform 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.
Those 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 rubbing the shit out of their eyes.
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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!"
"Shame, such a shame and humiliation!"
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.
It felt 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 and incompetence!
In the conference room, the crunching of teeth continued, 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, his old face serious.
"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 fly into the sky!"
"Our new aircraft will not only catch up with them and beat them hard! 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 hand. 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, and Wu Zhe, who had not eaten in the morning, took one, carefully wiped off the plant ash on the outside, and began to carefully peel it off.
"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 adjustment."
"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 whole-heartedly, regardless of how hot it was inside.
"This is aircraft analysis data?"
"Isn't it great!"
The factory director looked at the book and didn't feel there was any difference. After all, they had all been 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 other party was flying an F-104 fighter jet last night!"
"This kind of fighter is small, flexible and very fast! It is the first fighter in the world that can reach twice the speed of sound!"
After Wu Zhe finished speaking, he finally peeled off the skin and started to bite, "The ones used in Shanghai are all MiG-19s that we have introduced over the years, and some are imitation 103s, which are inferior in speed.
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The factory director nodded, understanding what Wu Zhe meant, "I know everything you said, so our new aircraft is based on the MiG-21, and its performance can reach twice the speed of sound!"
This is also the reason why the factory director dared to issue a military order.
After hearing this, Wu Zhe continued to eat until all the sweet potatoes were eaten, then he rubbed his hands together to remove the ash from his hands.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes, you are right. Theoretically, our engine should be able to reach twice the speed of sound, enough to catch up with the opponent!"
"but!"
Wu Zhe paused for a moment and spoke again, "It's true that this F104 fighter jet was developed by them in the 1950s, and it entered service in 1958!"
"Let's put it this way, we can make it next year at the earliest, and mass-produce it at the earliest. There is still a gap of ten years!"
"Do you think that after this ten-year gap, they won't have faster planes?"
After Wu Zhe asked, the folder in the director's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he murmured 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 must be something faster!"
For a moment, the factory director's face turned pale, and he still had no confidence as before.
"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 it when this happened, and it was time to speak out!
"My solution is simple!"
"Since the current aircraft can't catch up in terms of speed, then!"
"Then redesign a plane that flies faster!"
"Redesign? Faster plane?"
The factory director told.
Wu Zhe nodded, "In fact, it can be seen from the history of aircraft development. From the initial biplane, to the later monoplane, to the metal frame skinned aircraft to the all-metal aircraft, all these changes are in pursuit of faster speed.
speed."
"Without enough speed, it's like a child being played with by adults."
"So if you want to use an airplane to intercept an airplane, you need to keep up with the opponent's speed."
"If you want to use an airplane to attack an airplane, you need faster speed."
After Wu Zhe finished his analysis, the factory director frowned slightly. It was not that he didn't know this.
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 very fast.
The factory director pondered, and Wu Zhe also noticed the other party's doubts, so he continued, "Director, I have a certain basis for saying this."
"Do you remember what I told you about the engine from the Red Star Machinery Factory?"
The factory director narrowed his eyes and said, "I know, I know."
"You praised that engine very much, saying it was better than the current one!"
Wu Zhe nodded, "Yes, I have always thought so!"
"During the testing process, the performance of this engine has not yet been fully demonstrated."
"It's like two students who both got 100% in the exam. One of them worked hard to the limit and got 100% in the exam."
"And the other one got a hundred points, all because there was only one hundred points on the paper."
"The machine factory is the latter."
Wu Zhe said with certainty. He still thinks about that engine and its perfect appearance, which makes him obsessed.
"So, you want to bet on it?"
The factory director understood Wu Zhe's plan, and Wu Zhe didn't hide it, "Yes."
"Since what we are doing is not qualified right now, why not choose someone who is qualified?"
"Besides, it's time to launch the research and development generation!"
"Besides, I don't think the superiors will let this engine go to waste."
After Wu Zhe finished speaking, the factory director remained silent.
Developing a new generation is no simple matter.
The manpower and material resources involved and the resources consumed are massive!
The most important thing is that if you can't do it, it's a waste.
No one can bear this responsibility!
But thinking about 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've already issued a military order, but I'm still afraid of these bullshit things!"
"In this way, after New Year's Day, you can select a few people to go to Sijiu City and set up a working group!"
"I approved it!"
Wu Zhe immediately laughed and said, "Don't worry, I promise I won't let you down!"
The factory director threw the document to Wu Zhe, "Get this machine out first. At the very least, all these years of hard work will not be in vain."
Wu Zhe stood up with a smile, "Don't worry, everyone has figured out this thing for a long time. It doesn't even take the Chinese New Year to come up with samples."
"Fuck you, just leave me drawing cakes here."
Wu Zhe hurriedly ran out of the office. Behind him, the factory manager picked up the enamel jar with a smile on his face.