Scholars in the courtyard

the next day.

Shengjing, Peng General Office.

In the early morning, President Peng was woken up by the staff officer on duty and said there was news of 701, so he didn't have to think too much and hurried to the office.

At this moment, Director Zheng's voice seemed very anxious on the phone.

Because that familiar message appeared again.

"Mr. Peng, this message is more complicated than last time. We are sure that the other party will definitely take action today."

"How long does it take for you to decrypt?"

"Five hours, at least five hours."

Director Zheng spoke, and Mr. Peng was silent.

Originally, it was said that I could fight for three hours, but now it seems that the other party is also making continuous progress.

"Okay, five hours later, I need their flight route, time, purpose."

"Anyway, I have to know what's in the intelligence."

"clear."

When the phone hung up, Mr. Peng sat on the chair, his face as heavy as water.

On the side, Mr. Zhang, who came over at some point, widened his eyes and held the plan he had just sorted out, a little dull.

After a long time, I saw Mr. Peng sitting on the chair and drinking cold water, and then I realized that I quickly put the information on the table, and then picked up the thermos to add to Mr. Peng.

"Mr. Peng, do you have a task?"

"Don't worry, you can leave it to us. I will definitely complete it for you, and it will be 100% done."

Mr. Zhang said carefully, his expression still filled with excitement.

"What's the hurry?"

Mr. Peng said lightly, but his hands holding the water cup trembled slightly.

Even he, after experiencing the strong storms, was facing the upcoming battle at this moment, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

The information obtained from 701 this time can be inferred that the other party's actions are likely to be today.

Mr. Zhang immediately stood up straight after hearing this, because since Mr. Peng was here, he would definitely hand them over the task.

"Let me see it, the delivery is tight, and everyone is ready for battle."

"When the time comes, I will look for you whoever loses the chain."

Mr. Zhang immediately stood up and saluted.

“Yes, guarantee the task is completed.”

Then he put down his hand, "Don't worry, if you fail to complete the task, you will also deal with me. I will roll it up and go to the northwest to farm."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

And the moment I went out, a murderous aura burst out from my entire body.

Mr. Peng felt this murderous aura, but he smiled slightly on his face. The morale of the army is available!

There was a silence in the office, and then Mr. Peng picked up the phone and called out.

After waiting for about ten seconds, the phone was connected.

Seventh Ministry of Machinery.

Mr. Wang hung up the phone, his face solemn.

Mr. Peng’s order is very simple, ensuring that each aircraft has sufficient ammunition.

This is a heavy task for their seventh Ministry of Machinery.

I met the little black bird twice before, but in order to confuse each other, they used more than half of the inventory.

What kind of surface-to-air missiles and what kind of air-to-air missiles have to consume dozens of missiles almost every time they come.

Moreover, the other party came at one time, but there were six in total.

Every flight flew over the head, a burst of thunderous sparks were chasing.

But they still have to do it, otherwise they would not even have an attitude. If someone knows about it, they would definitely be criticized.

In this way, how many missiles can be left in stock?

Fortunately, this situation is coming to an end.

"It depends on this time."

Mr. Wang gritted his teeth and then shouted to the secretary outside, "Come Director Yan."

After a while, Director Yan hurried over with a serious expression, "Chief, come to me!"

"Nonsense, who else can I look for if I don't look for you?"

Upon hearing this, Director Yan rolled his eyes and knew that there was nothing good about him.

During this period, people from the Qiji Department have been avoiding this plague god.

When the Nine Machinery Department built a calculator, the old man thought that this was a matter of the Computer Research Center.

Of course, the people there are indeed people from the Computer Research Center.

But he had been lent out long ago.

Besides, it’s not someone else who sent the Computer Research Center, isn’t he himself?

It was because I was the leader and I spread this anger on them.

well.

He is also in a miserable life, why did he meet such a master?

I dare not offend me, so I can only shut up.

I don't say anything, you can't do anything.

"What are your eyes? Talking to you!"

Mr. Wang saw Director Yan tighten his mouth and yelling again. Director Yan raised his head and looked aggrieved. What should he do?

"Okay, I don't know what to say."

Mr. Wang spoke again. Director Yan had the urge to turn around and leave. If it was not for the task, if it was for the sake of Mr. Qian, if it was for the sake of your colleagues, if it was for the sake of you.

"How much have you made the Pili missile?"

Mr. Wang suddenly spoke, interrupting Director Yan's "if it wasn't", and then looked up, "Two hundred and sixty-three."

Director Yan shouted out the numbers in one mouthful.

There is no way. During this period, the worker below was working hard. He asked again every day, how can he not be familiar with the rewards of three times a day?

"Are all in place?"

"Here, our factories in Guangdong and Shanghai are in place. The remaining latest batch is in place. There are still thirty left. I'll send them to the base outside the city today."

Director Yan finished speaking with great knowledge, and Old Wang's face calmed down slightly.

"Bring these thirty pieces with you and go to the base outside the city with me now."

"Also, all the security departments gather and all the vehicles gather to ensure safety along the way, and contact the base to prepare them, so that there will be no planes at that time."

Director Yan was stunned and didn't understand what he was doing.

Isn’t it the security department who usually transports something by themselves? Why is it different this time?

However, looking at Mr. Wang's expression, Director Yan still shut up automatically.

"Yes, I'll go now."

Director Yan hurriedly left. Mr. Wang was about to go out when he saw Mr. Qian walk in.

"Lao Qian, you're here just right. I'll go to the airport, you."

"I'll go with you."

Mr. Qian spoke, and then explained without waiting for Mr. Wang to ask, "I heard that Jiubi uses high-purity silicon to make new materials, which can withstand high temperatures of more than 600 degrees."

"This thing is very meaningful for our missile research, I want to go and take a look."

When Mr. Wang heard Mr. Qian say this, his heart felt sad again. Why are these nine parts so powerful after they were established?

Previously, at their tepid computer research center, why did it look like a dead tree blooming and sprouting when it arrived at Jiudi?

Especially this high-purity silicon, his grandmother's, who would have thought that some inconspicuous stones would make such a powerful thing?

If he had known this, he would have gone to sell stones, specifically to Yang Xiaotao and to him at a high price.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

snort!

"Oh, it's not right. You should go to Jiubi."

Mr. Wang suddenly reacted, and Mr. Qian shrugged when he heard this, "Yang Xiaotao has gone to the airport. They want to experiment with the new plane."

Mr. Wang took a deep breath after hearing this, "His grandma, this guy is really troublesome."

Half an hour later, trucks transported the loaded missiles out of the warehouse and rushed towards the airport outside Sijiucheng.

Outside the Sijiu City, the base airport!

Yang Xiaotao stayed here last night and did not go back. He also wanted to see the flight of the plane.

Especially the effect of new paints, no one dares to make a conclusion without practice.

After getting up, after having breakfast at the airport, Yang Xiaotao asked Wu Zhe to go to the command tower to check and clean it up.

But as soon as I came in, I saw the base commander Wang Minghai holding the phone.

The two subconsciously slowed down and prepared to find a place to sit down.

Many staff officers in the command tower also knew Yang Xiaotao, but they were not seen outside, so they let Yang Xiaotao wander around the command tower.

On the other hand, a middle-aged man was following Mr. Peng’s arrangements.

This person is the base commander, Wang Minghai.

According to the plan, the main responsibility of the Sijiucheng Airport is to intercept and intercept planes fleeing from Shengjing and Shanghai. Of course, it is impossible for the planes to rush to them directly.

But this probability is not high.

Because the other party only dispatched two companies last time, and entered from both north and south, the functions of Sijiucheng were not obvious.

But this does not mean that the prevention and control tasks of Sijiucheng are easy.

On the contrary, the fighter here has to undertake more tasks, check for omissions and make up for shortcomings, and prevent them in case of any situation.

"Don't worry, Mr. Peng, we can provide support at any time to ensure the completion of the task."

Wang Minghai used the voice of identification to clarify his determination.

Mr. Peng nodded after hearing this, and then thought of something and asked, "Is Yang Xiaotao here?"

Wang Minghai immediately looked at Yang Xiaotao, "Here!"

Then he covered his microphone with his hand, "Yang Bu, Mr. Peng, call you."

Yang Xiaotao was watching the plane pulled out of the hangar outside in front of the window. After a night of drying and the treatment of technical workers, Baiju 1 had successfully changed his skin.

At this time, he is slowly entering the runway.

He was surprised to hear Wang Minghai calling him at this time.

But after hearing that it was Mr. Peng, he immediately ran over, "Mr. Peng, I, Yang Xiaotao."

"Have your plane been ready?"

Mr. Peng spoke directly, and Yang Xiaotao also talked about the other party asking questions, so he spoke, "I have already left the warehouse and am preparing to take off at any time on the runway."

When Yang Xiaotao was speaking, through the glass of the tower, he saw a light blue plane below shining with dazzling golden light in the sun.

"good!"

"Give you two hours to adapt! Don't have any problems!"

Mr. Peng replied, and then hung up the phone.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the blind voice microphone and hung up.

Wang Minghai saw Yang Xiaotao smiling and stepped forward, "We have received the news and are on standby at any time."

Yang Xiaotao nodded after hearing this, then smiled, "Do I need to avoid it?"

The commander smiled and shook his head, "No. Mr. Peng has mentioned you all, of course you can stay here."

"Besides, you are here, and this is our honor."

Yang Xiaotao shook his head, "It is my honor to be able to see our air force become stronger and stronger with my own eyes."

“We won’t let you down.”

After the two of them finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao came to the command tower and lowered a light blue white horse fighter jet that was taking off.

Soon, the plane looked up and rushed into the blue sky.

“The weather is pretty good today!”

Yang Xiaotao looked at the sky in the east, cloudless, clear sky clear!

"Yes, it's a good weather!"

Wang Minghai came to the front and said softly.

At this time, Baiju No. 1 below was ready.

"Tower, we are Baiju 1. We are ready and request to take off."

Huo Sheng's voice came from the communication, and Wang Minghai turned his head to look at the duty officer, "What's the situation?"

"Report to the head, everything is ready and the conditions are met, and you can take off."

Wang Minghai nodded, then walked to the command tower aside, "White Joo One, agree to take off."

"Baiju One received it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Baiju No. 1 below began to accelerate.

Yang Xiaotao watched the light blue white horse start to rise into the sky, and then he inserted directly into the sky like a sharp sword.

"I hope everything goes well."

At the same time, pilots from the three bases from south to north, from Guangdong, Jinling, Shengjing, began to enter a warning state.

Six White Horse fighter jets were parked on the runway at each location, and several J-7s began to be voice-controlled.

And at the northwest Suzhou Airport, there are four white horses on standby.

A big net is quietly spreading out, waiting for the arrival of the black bird.