Super Trick or Treat System

"Ah," the other party said, "you are just making you nervous about additional security discussions. Of course, it should be atomic, new, and even untested as far as I know, but, nonsense, you It can’t explode any worse than the liquid oxygen and peroxides produced by processing white sand. In fact, I know this material is not as complicated as the old material.

"Yes, I know. Yesterday I saw some of them being dumped into their new big guys who are going to line up for tomorrow. But the problem is that even if it is easier to pour water, there will be no hissing and spitting when the water leaks. . One or two drops-atomic. It is atomic. If a "white sand" rocket explodes, what will happen... it will definitely be a huge explosion, but it will not blow the entire countryside to pieces. Take these New things...if all disappear at once, we will all become a bikini."

The other soldier was silent for a moment. "Okay," he said at last, "probably. On the other hand, I heard them say that its explosive power is actually less than half of the old explosive. The oxygen they used in the primitive Vikings is really dangerous. Disappeared quickly. However, these new things will not actually disappear until the rocket is triggered a few miles after it has lifted off. It is actually difficult to explode, and then I know they are not sure if it will work."

The other nodded. "Well, so they said, but you noticed where they moved our clothes, didn't you? They didn't want to accidentally blow out the main area, just in case they might have some mistakes. So they invented this Layout. I don’t even like the name."

The soldiers were silent for a moment. Li Bai turned these words carefully. He did not read any information about the operation, nor did he remember any discussion about atomic fuel. In fact, he knew that the problem was still something they could not solve, although the idea was interesting.

He knew that chemical fuels must have limited driving capabilities. In theory, even the most powerful chemical fuels theoretically possible are already in use, basically just liquid oxygen and liquid hydrogen. And he knows that the main obstacle that rocket engineers always have to face is that to lift a pound of cargo, the amount of fuel and the weight to burn are huge.

On the other hand, if atomic energy is released, there are almost unlimited possibilities for fuel. Only about a pound of the material released by the atoms could drive the spacecraft one million miles with a full load. But how to combine atomic explosions with controlled rockets? This problem has never been solved, at least not in the magazines and newspaper stories he has read.

He considered for a while. Then, the bus honked. Li Huai raised his neck and looked forward. He saw them running parallel to a tall barbed wire fence and reaching an illuminated area. A big sign at the entrance of a wide road was branching and caught his attention. He read the magic word "baisha".

After a while, he thought the driver slowed down and the bus was about to leave. They walked along the gate, but the driver just honked his horn and waved his hand to pass. Li Huai caught a glimpse of the whitewashed barracks and the low structure like a hangar beside the gate. Then they roared into the moonlight night, toward the open space of the desert, where the mountains were shrouded in darkness.

Where is the red sand? How far? Li Huai speculated on this. Obviously he hit something beyond his imagination. This is a development unknown to the public. This must combine the special nature of the Los Alamos atomic test site with the rocket field. Obviously, it is hidden away from everyone.

Assuming they catch him, will he get off the car as easily as in Baisha? Where atoms are involved, although a lot of information has been released due to the installation of peaceful atomic power plants around the world, confidentiality is still maintained. However, everyone knows that the world is still only on the threshold of atomic glory, and countries are still anxiously competing for each other's leadership.

He thought that maybe he might be sent to prison. Before the knowledge he learned becomes public property, maybe he may be limited to the red sand zone. That might take years! Li Huai wriggled when considering this possibility. It does not appeal to him. However, he died, and now he can do nothing about it.

He thinks he can surrender to the people on the bus now. In this way, he will completely stop entering the restricted area, and then may make a lot of noise and then be released. But his heart absolutely resisted this idea. He has gone so far, he has realized a dream that made his dream come true since he was a child. He will continue, and if he has to pay a fine for trespassing, he will at least see what he paid. Maybe, maybe, he will still see the rocket lift off.

What the soldier said, "That big guy...for tomorrow." Then Li Huai would catch up with time.

The bus roared for at least an hour. Eventually, it reached another fenced area, slowed down, and paused briefly in front of the guarded gate. These people stirred in their seats, the sleeper was awakened, and everyone started to wriggle. The driver exchanged a few words with the guard, the bus changed gears, drove slowly through the gate, and stopped. The men began to crawl out stiffly.

Li Huai waited until about half of the people were ahead of him, then lowered his head and followed behind. When these people jumped off the bus, they stepped forward and stood a member of Congress and showed him the pass. He checked each flashlight with a flashlight, then waved them.

Li Bad's foot fell to the ground. He approached the man in front of him cautiously and dug up the pass he found in the borrowed coat. Holding it, he stood up and walked towards the back. Caught and carefully checked the pass, Li Huai waved his hand.

These men moved towards a group of standard barracks-style low buildings. Li Huai moved in the same direction, casting his eyes, trying to estimate where he was and what was happening around him.

The moon is high and the light is very strong in the clear desert air. Several dim light bulbs were shown on the pillars, and one or two lights flashed in the windows of the barracks. These people went straight to their beds-Li Huai knew that if he didn't want to raise suspicion, he had to go in the same direction. This is a mean moment, because he dare not do anything to make people suspect that he is a stranger here.

After walking a long way on the parade ground, he allowed as much distance as possible between himself and others. He approached the dark barracks building and walked towards the dark doorway where the other man had walked. Turning his head, he couldn't see anyone watching him nearby. Li Huai walked into the dark doorway, then quickly stepped forward, sliding on the side of the building, in the dark space between two adjacent military camps. Zhong walked down silently.

At the end of the building, he was still hiding in the shadow cast by the moon, looking out. He could see it extending beyond the flat ground of the desert. He can find out the structure of the hangar and mechanic workshop, and he can also see many vehicles, trucks and strange cranes parked around. In the distance, he caught a glimpse of something white. Is it a rocket?

He squatted in the shadows and waited. After a while, he could no longer hear the footsteps. He saw the last light in the barracks flickering and flickering, and there was silence on the platform. He looked at his watch. It was about two o'clock in the morning.

He moved out of the shadow of the barracks silently, and walked quickly and gently to the shadow of the nearest truck. When he reached it, he stopped and looked back. Nothing stirred. Li Huai moved forward in this way, moving from shadow to shadow, doing his best to stay in the bright moonlight. He arrived at a building, apparently a tool room. He walked along it, passed over, passing through the shadow side of a long hangar, and found a narrow path leading to where the mysterious white object was. He walked up to it and bent over halfway, but made sure that no one had seen him. Hongsha Station remained silent.

It turns out that the white object is farther than he thought. He knew the distance in the desert was tempting, and he felt more and more tired. He now realizes why this goal might be two to three miles away, but only hastened his pace, as if in response to his fatigue. The cold, dry desert air was supporting, and nothing moved except for the occasional little mice or lizards.

What he saw was indeed a rocket. At first it was a white dot. Then it grows into a row of white lines, like a snow tree. When he approached it, he realized its true size. It is a tall giant rocket, tall and slender, eight stories high, towering in the desert like obelisks left by some Aztec rulers. It is supported by a frame of metal girder, just like a newly completed building whose external skeleton has not yet been demolished. Near it stood a truck with tall and thick wheels, with a long crane-like device, similar to the tentacles of some weird monster insects. The rocket stood with its four wide fins protruding from near the base.

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