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Judging from the restored pictures, the prototype of the jammer is not uncommon.This kind of aircraft was originally developed by a military center, and it served in the country for many years. Later, due to the general trend of global military drone technology improvement, the key technology was gradually decrypted, and the country had to squeeze out the last drop of its use value—as early as dozens of years ago. Before the relevant technology was fully popularized years ago, it had been sold to many countries at high prices one after another.

Buyers who were blocked by the last technical threshold flocked to it, and paid off after negotiating the price.Of course, these buyers did not buy it back for the sake of looking good. Once they got the drone, they raced against time to disassemble and research it, and imitated and produced it, and then sold the imitation to reduce costs.

A piece of equipment that is not uncommon, has neither firepower nor surprises, and has little military value. In addition, its manufacturing indicators are no longer a secret. Over the years, which manufacturer has produced a few units and sold them to whom? No one cares about it long ago.It is not easy to find clues in the public reports issued by tens of thousands of major manufacturing companies around the world.

The only special thing is that it is equipped with a special modification that can both detect and interfere, and it was blown up to ashes.

It is difficult to trace the source.Yan Mingxin and Jun Yang seemed to be non-staff members of the research team, leaving early and returning late at the research center to stand by.

Looking at the helpless little faces, Yan Mingxin was also worried, and said to himself: "Who the hell is it?"

Jun Yang was pacing carelessly in the empty corridor, when he passed a map hanging on the wall, he happened to raise his hand, lightly tap on the map, and said, "Here."

The island he was referring to and its surrounding islands were collectively referred to as Zone D strategically. It was a rare absolute monarchy in the world today. Although it was small in size, it had a lot of ambitions, and it had a place in the international arena.

The ruler of District D pursues a set of traditional and unique thinking of a small country. Since it was sent to the sea south of us by the moving land plate, it has always been eyeing tigers and trying to use their brains.Until one day, the space satellite in Area D unexpectedly successfully identified one of our launch bases.

The team of experts made urgent calculations and found that the trajectory of the space rocket and missile at the launch base was just right... It was right on the satellite of my home!

Adequate anti-missile equipment is also deployed around the launch center. No matter how the earth is full of wars, as long as one person presses the launch button, the space satellites in area D will be accurately destroyed in a few ten minutes, rain or shine!

Losing satellites is equivalent to losing the right to control the sky. Without the "eyes" hanging high in space, those advanced and expensive defense methods will fall into a state of "blindness" for all, and the D area will also be like a clam that has been peeled off its shell and left to be eaten by mermaids.

Knowing this, the king and the palace were covered with cold sweat.With trembling hands, the scholars further studied the mysterious totem of the launch base. After a long discussion on translation, it turned out that it was written in ancient Chinese: "Look at what to see."

Yan Mingxin also guessed that Area D sent troops, but the matter of the satellite was only two or three years ago, and once bitten by a snake, he had to be afraid of the ten-year well rope.

He was sure: "It dare not."

"In terms of feasibility?" Jun Yang sat down side by side with him, lowered his voice, and asked in a whisper, "Don't think about politics, just think about flight routes—break apart the map and look at it, imagine that if you were a pilot, you What route do you want to fly? Only the D area has this condition. Even if they are not sent by them, they must participate in it, and the green light is given all the way, otherwise the other party would not be able to fly to us so easily."

A hurried researcher passed by, and the two stopped their discussion on this topic in time.

Yan Mingxin knew the map of Area D and its surrounding waters by heart.At night, he closed his eyes and simulated countless times in his mind to take off from all possible air force bases on earth.

He pulled the lever up and passed through the storm. Countless thunderbolts exploded in the clouds, and the lightning flashed across the side of his wing. Flying in the sea, he has the global fleet cruise plan given by the advanced intelligence center in his hand. He defies all blockades, as if entering an uninhabited land, and with the help of God in the silence of the radar, he leads the fleet to soar to the limit of this planet.

In the dream, Jun Yang somehow squeezed into his single-seater cockpit, held a pen in his hand, bit off the cap of the pen with his mouth, and spit it into his face with a "poof", unscrupulously looking at his precious chart Compete and draw: "Look, only area D can fly, and it's very difficult."

Is this a place to doodle?Isn't this fatal?

He stopped in a panic: "Don't draw, don't draw! If you draw again, you won't be able to see clearly!"

A piece of Jun Yang's well-tailored uniform sleeve suddenly grew, and it hit his face straight, and said, "Don't worry about it, just put a towel on your eyes."

Outrageous!

Yan Mingxin woke up in a rage!

"Are you talking in your sleep?" The world when you opened your eyes was even more horrifying. Jun Yang held his big-brimmed hat behind his back, bent over and listened, "I haven't heard what you said clearly, why don't you sleep for a while ?”

Yan Mingxin's forehead was covered with sweat, he didn't know whether he was scared in his dream or outside his dream.

He wiped his face on the quilt indiscriminately, exhausted physically and mentally: "No more sleep, no more sleep."

"Your sleep quality is not very good," the culprit counted out one by one seriously, "lots of dreams, night sweats, and teeth grinding."

"..." Yan Mingxin used to live in the dormitory every day, never heard such nonsense, and asked in disbelief, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

A gust of cold wind slipped into the room through the wide open door, blowing his hairs to stand on end: "Why are you trespassing again? If you didn't come in suddenly to scare me, do you think I could faint? My body is now You can go back to the level of enlistment, this is the level of discharge, do you understand?"

"The military region didn't recall you, what are you in a hurry for?" Jun Yang didn't think so, "Is Fengtian missing you?"

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Early in the morning, he was very wronged: Is there no shortage?He is also Fengtian's ace pilot. In less than two months, Fengtian already has no shortage of him?

Yan Mingxin: "I was not called, but the doctor said that my body had fully recovered before I woke up. In fact, I can't help here, so I just eat my free time. It stands to reason that I should go back to Fengtian."

"Yes? What reason are you answering?" Jun Yang straightened his body, sneered condescendingly, his eyes swept over like a flying knife, "Fully recovered? I don't think your brain has been healed."

Yan Mingxin's face darkened: "Be careful when you speak."

Jun Yang said coldly: "What would happen if that day was a real war instead of a low-level sneak attack?"

He closed the door with strides, turned around and said, "Baima Pass is likely to be bombed indiscriminately, and we suffered heavy losses. But they are almost at Baima Pass, why didn't we find out? We didn't suffer because we didn't dare to fight." , We can’t fight because we lost to their interference—this is the era of electronic warfare, and the enemy should not be underestimated.”

There was a covered cup on the table, which contained half a glass of boiled water that Yan Mingxin drank yesterday, Jun Yang picked it up and drank it down.

Yan Mingxin: "..."

"How long does it take for a country to disappear from the world map? A war that lasted for several years was thousands of years ago, and it may never appear again in the future. Now it is popular to be separated by thousands of miles, with one fatal move— —Destroy the military and political fortress directly, and kill the key people. And I, including you, are the same, we cannot control the development of technology.” Jun Yang turned his face to a place Yan Mingxin couldn’t see, “All I can do is to stand in front of those In front of those who have the ability to influence the development of science and technology, I try my best to describe what I saw and felt in detail, let them know what happened at that time, and then capture clues that I cannot analyze. They are the only ones who can make this country The technologically advanced man can decide the outcome of a war even before it begins."

Yan Mingxin thought of the researchers who received them in the institute, all of them were bookish, and all of them graduated or were studying in first-class institutions.

They may turn the pages of history overnight. Of course, they are more likely to dedicate their lives to various researches silently and anonymously, and solemnly pass on the accumulated achievements of hope to the next one.

"I am just one of the paving stones on this road, but as long as I am not crushed for a day, I will fulfill my responsibility to pave the road." After a moment of silence, Jun Yang said, "Once, I also put every This training and practice is the most important thing in my life. But right now, this is the most important thing I can do at this moment, for this era."

The truth is all right, and Yan Mingxin also understands it, and he can't wait to applaud.

It's just that what Jun Yang said, he pressed the gourd in his heart and picked up the ladle after hearing it, why did he feel another kind of awkwardness?

He blurted out completely unconsciously: "It's okay and no one crushes you."

Jun Yang stood by the table, with his hand still on the covered cup of overnight tea, without saying a word.

Yan Ming was confident and curious: "Hey? Did someone do anything to you?"

He slept for too long, and the matter of the air strike was immediately understood on the day after the battle?Or was there some grievance in the middle?

There were so many people at the scene, it happened that one of them had a mouth, hey!

It's really hard to say.

Yan Mingxin suddenly realized that Jun Yang's ambiguous smile reassured him even more.

Whether it's teasing him, embarrassing him so that he can't get off the stage, or making him think wildly... He admits it all, at least it shows that the world is peaceful, and this person still has leisure time and farts.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, leaned forward and asked kindly: "Hero, who made you feel wronged?"

It was still quite cold early in the morning. The Second Institute had a very clear position on itself. It never flattered the people who lived here. The air conditioner was just a decoration.

Jun Yang stared at Yan Mingxin about to sneeze, and then he let out a "hey" and sat down on the sofa, lazily leaning on the back of the sofa, with a strange expression: "I'm not wronged, it's someone who has been there for three days Both ends are thinking about going back to their own military area, and they feel wronged. There is no way, Shanhaiguan just doesn’t keep people, and those who accompany them by car every day, and ask about their health are worthless. If they don’t take it to heart, I and People have to 'be careful' when they speak."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

"Stop talking, brother. Do you want to go downstairs for dinner?" Yan Mingxin dressed quickly, "I'll drive after dinner, you sit down!"