After assigning their respective task areas, James looked at Ye Han and said a few words.
"He said that the distance between the nearest area No. 1 and Djibouti is more than 2,000 kilometers, and the range of carrier-based aircraft is insufficient. He hopes that we will contact the space fleet to provide air support for tomorrow's operation... If the range is insufficient, won't there be aerial refueling?" Zhang
If you say it very dissatisfied.
The American B2 has taken off from the mainland, refueled in the air, and returned directly to the mainland after bombing the target. Even if the range of the carrier-based aircraft is insufficient, wouldn't it be over after just a few more refuelings?
Americans are hypocritical!
Ye Han didn't think much about it. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said: "Tell him, we agreed to this matter, and also make it clear to them, don't use bean bags as dry food. Space Fleet is not so easy to call, if it shouldn't be called
Don't blame me for being rude when you mess around."
This sentence did not use any diplomatic language. Anyway, Zhang Ruo would definitely be able to translate it to James as he wished.
"You agree now?" Zhang Ruo was shocked.
"Turn it over, I know it well." Ye Han said.
"If you say it once, you won't be able to change it. It's still too late to regret it!" Zhang Ruo reminded.
Ye Han rolled his eyes and said, "Just do it." Collapse, why didn't you realize just now that this guy is a gossip?
As one of the additional conditions for Washington's support for Beidu, how could he, the fleet liaison officer, have the right to veto Beidu's decision? It's just that it's not easy to talk to Zhang Ruozhi about this matter.
Furthermore, dispatching space battleships is also expected.
The distance between Morobeda and Djibouti in Area 1 is more than 2,000 kilometers, and there is no airport in between where supplies can land. Planes performing support missions must fly all the way from Djibouti to Morobeda.
No carrier-based aircraft from any country has such a far combat radius. It must be refueled midway, and no one knows how long it will take for the participating troops to complete the mission. The fighter planes must always hover over Morobeda and must replenish fuel at regular intervals.
, it is full of troubles from organization to implementation.
What if it were replaced by a space fleet?
The cost of space battleships is very high, but under the premise that the scale of Beiyuezhou's industry has increased significantly, the cost of space fleets has dropped to a level acceptable to Beidu. Even if the remaining fleet cannot come to help, it still needs to conduct daily training. It can completely implement the
The cost of the mission is allocated to daily training costs, which is roughly fuel and equipment losses.
Not to mention weapons, each aerial bomb costs tens or even millions, but a space battleship firing a laser only costs a few hundred yuan.
If a bug nest that requires nuclear bombs is discovered, wouldn't there be American nuclear submarines?
All in all, space support solutions are far more affordable than carrier-based aircraft support solutions, and Operation Siberia is a classic example.
There was some hesitation in Zhang Ruo's eyes, but he spat out a string of foreign words that were too fluent to speak.
James was obviously relieved after hearing this, and nodded to Ye Han before continuing his speech.
Zhang Ruo translated gloomily: "He said to prepare tonight and take the transport plane to leave on time tomorrow morning. The target is the airport in Morobida city. The first step is to seize the airport, and then spread the flowers in all directions, and take charge of their respective mission areas.
That’s probably it.”
As soon as James finished speaking, Zhang Ruo also closed his mouth. Ye Han was stunned for a moment and couldn't understand how Zhang Ruo learned a foreign language.
It is said that when he was in aviation school, he also studied English systematically. Unfortunately, he has returned it to school these years, and now he can't even carry out basic conversations.
The meeting was almost done here. James announced the end of the meeting and everyone left the venue in an orderly manner.
When he went out, the sky was full of stars, and the evening breeze blew on his face with a bit of coolness, which lifted Ye Han's spirits.
The two of them stepped down the steps and were about to board the armored vehicle when they suddenly heard roars in the distance.
Ye Han was from the Air Force. He immediately looked up and looked in the direction of the sound: "This is the sound of transport planes. There are quite a lot of them... Why are they flying here at this time?"
"They are all planes for tomorrow. The Americans have just transferred them from other bases," Zhang Ruo said.
Ye Han was stunned: "How did you know?"
"That's what James said."
Ye Han was immediately furious: "How many words have you translated?"
Zhang Ruo rubbed his nose: "I didn't say anything useless."
Ye Han couldn't help but sigh. Although he didn't want to admit it, where the American planes came from and how many there were were really not something that needed to be known.
"Get in the car!" Ye Han decided not to argue with Zhang Ruo, opened the door and got into the armored vehicle.
Ye Han was qualified to ride in a helicopter, but he didn't want to be too public and the meeting was at night, so he chose an armored vehicle instead.
The armored vehicle drove to the gate of the base, and the heavily armed guards politely verified their identity and opened the gate after confirming it was correct.
The armored vehicle drove out of the US military base. The road leading to our own base was shrouded in night. The left side of the road was dark, where was the local military camp.
On the right side of the road is a brightly lit U.S. military airport, with vertically arranged navigation lights illuminating the runway. A large transport plane happened to land on the runway. The moment the wheels touched the runway, there was a harsh friction sound.
As soon as the landing transport plane left the runway, the second plane couldn't wait to land. One after another, more than a dozen planes soon occupied half of the tarmac, but the roar of the engines could still be heard in the air.
Not all the planes stranded in the air had landed until the armored vehicles left the airport.
Ye Han couldn't help but secretly wonder how many planes the Americans had mobilized for the African operation.
The distance of more than ten kilometers is not far. Soon the armored vehicle entered our base. The sentry at the door stopped the armored vehicle. After saluting, he said: "Chief, Commander Zhuang asked me to inform you to come over when you get back."
Ye Han glanced at the time: "When did it happen?"
"I don't know, these words were left by the previous sentry," the sentry said.
"Okay, I understand." Ye Han nodded.
The sentry saluted and returned to his post.
The armored vehicle drove into the base and drove straight to the officers' dormitory. A few hundred meters away, you could see that the lights were still on at Zhuang Bo's place, and the lights were also on at Wei Chengfei's room next door.
After Ye Han arrived, he found that Wei Chengfei was also in Zhuang Bo's dormitory. Zhuang Bo asked about the meeting in detail, not even a single detail was spared.
Zhang Ruo's translation was so general that Ye Han couldn't answer many of Zhuang Bo's questions, so he simply called Zhang Ruo over the phone, and the two of them answered Zhuang Bo's questions together.
After struggling until almost eleven o'clock, Zhuang Bo let the two of them go. After Ye Han returned to the dormitory, he washed his face and lay down on the bed impatiently. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.
