Chapter 15 The founder of Dongfeng Express Company

Returning to Jin Province, today the Eighth Route Army has two extremely important experiments with new weapons.

Considering security and confidentiality, Huang did not choose to directly use the shooting range around Taiyuan as a venue, but specially took the bosses back to the mountainous area of the southeast base area of Shanxi Province by transport plane.

Looking at the Yellow River, who was leading the way in front and had a mysterious face, the brigade commander couldn't help but pouted and complained:

"What kind of medicine is sold in your kid's gourd? The sun is about to go down and take us to see new weapons. โ€

"I just saw Fang Ziyi's 192 Hurricane in the escort fighter formation, this time the new belongings you have come up with by the Experimental Research Bureau should be an air-to-ground weapon, right?"

"Don't sell it, let's reveal some basic data to you first, so that we can make some psychological preparations in advance."

The brigade commander's speculation was not unreasonable, after all, Fang Ziyi had always been known for the efficiency of ground attacks, and in theory, escorting was not his strong point.

At this time, the other party appeared in the formation, most likely responsible for the demonstration of new weapons.

Facing everyone's curious eyes, Huang He smiled and signaled everyone to be calm, and then led the bigwigs across the runway to the hangar not far away.

Upon arrival, you are greeted by a Spitfire, with a dozen researchers next to its fuselage taking the last record before conducting experiments.

Seeing that the main owner came to the scene, Zhong Lin walked towards the bosses with a young man.

After greeting him, he first instructed the staff at the scene to take the deputy commander-in-chief and his party into their seats, and then pulled the Yellow River to the side of the new weapon.

"Come on, come on, this is the basic data of the new rocket, and we basically made it according to the drawings you left."

"According to the test results of the wind tunnel experiment, Corey's comrades made some modifications to the shape and material of the tail to improve the stability and range of the trajectory of the rocket after launch."

"By the way, I'll introduce you. This is Xu Lanru, who just joined our Border Weapons Experimental Research Bureau last month, and is a college student recommended to us by Director Zeng. โ€

After hearing the familiar name, Huang He put down the information in his hand and suddenly raised his head and stared at the other party's face for several seconds.

As a traverser, he knew that the college student in front of him would participate in a very important imitation project for China in 18 years.

In a sense, people can be regarded as one of the founders of Dongfeng Express.

However, in Huang He's memory, the other party should now lay a solid foundation in the arsenal in Xingping, and do some basic work on weekdays to repair guns and make grenades and other light weapons.

As if seeing the doubts of his own director, Zhong Lin took out the backup file of his new colleague from the folder under his armpit.

After briefly browsing, Huang He took the initiative to shake hands with Xu Lanru and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Welcome to join the Border District Weapons Experimental Research Bureau, and in the future, you will stay in the first department and continue to study with Lao Zhong."

"I read that the file said that you used to work in the 31st Arsenal in Guozhuan, what made you give up your good treatment and come to our base area?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just curious."

Theoretically speaking, the treatment and benefits provided by preserved fruit to Xu Lanru are not bad. After all, they are college students who know their roots, and they are talents cultivated by their own families.

According to the original development route, after three years, the bald head will provide the other party with a chance to study abroad.

In the face of the sudden question, the young man was not nervous, but showed a sunny smile.

"Actually, I had the idea of coming to the border area a long time ago, and I participated in the 129 Movement when I was in college, but I didn't find a specific way when I graduated."

"As for the work, that's arranged by the preserved fruit. All graduates of the Department of Ordnance Engineering School will be assigned by students to major arsenals for a period of internship. โ€

This answer did not surprise the Yellow River, after all, smart people are always prone to turn left.

In the original timeline, Xu Lanru would continue to collect wool for eight years, and finally defect to Nakano at a suitable time.

However, it is also good now, and the scientific research conditions in the border area have surpassed those of preserved fruits. What's more, compared with the two sides, both the teaching resources and the security are better in the border area.

Looking at the two people with similar experiences, Huang He smiled from the bottom of his heart, who doesn't like a capable helper.

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After a brief conversation, the three of them went to the tarmac together.

By this time, the Spitfire had completed its pre-takeoff inspection, and the ground crew was loading 41-7 122mm rockets under its wings.

Compared with the Type 41-1, the new rocket is slimmer and has begun to take on the appearance of a later weapon. It weighs a lot of weight, weighing 39 kilograms, and it is a bit difficult for the average adult to lift it.

In the distance in the designated attack zone, there are white circular targets prepared in advance on the ground, each of which has a range of twenty or thirty meters in diameter.

After getting close to the fighter, Huang He reached out and touched the Type 41-7 rocket, and then said to Fang Ziyi on the side:

"The rest of the demo is up to you, make sure to make the new weapon as accurate as possible so that it can contrast with the second weapon."

"I can give you an accurate word about what you asked last time. In three months we will have new aircraft, including a professional close support aircraft, which is called the Typhoon. โ€

"Come on, behave well."

After learning the name of the new plane, Fang Ziyi's eyes lit up, and he only hated that time passed too slowly.

As the flight time grew, the Hurricane's small water pipes and bomb load could no longer meet his battlefield needs, and it had long been his dream to have an aircraft with a large take-off weight.

"Yes! Mission completion guaranteed! โ€

Ten minutes later, the Spitfire was completely rearmament. With a humming sound, its propeller began to turn slowly and quickly. Immediately afterwards, under the guidance of the ground staff, he slowly drove to the runway.

After climbing for a while, Fang Ziyi had reached the designated height and area, and the deputy commander-in-chief and his party at the observation position also took out their binoculars and began to observe.

As an experienced fighter pilot on the ground, Fang Ziyi began to dive at a small angle after a slight circle.

As the flames flickered under the flamethrower's wings, several aerial rockets flew towards the target with tail flames, and a sea of fire suddenly rose on the ground.

The accuracy of these rockets was decent, and the dispersion area was not too large, with only one out of the designated attack zone.

It's a pity that the bigwigs have seen similar scenes countless times, and even the deputy general staff and deputy commander-in-chief who don't go to the front line very much feel a little boring.

Although everyone gave full applause to the new rocket, anyone could see that the response was not as good as the first time.

"Huang He, this is the large-caliber rocket you talked about last time. The destructive power does seem to be very good, but if it is only against the devils, it seems to be a bit excessive. โ€

"What the new weapon can do, so can the Red Sun rocket. To put it mildly, the enemy in the whole of North China doesn't seem to be worth using the big guy just now. โ€

Hearing the brigade commander's words, Huang He nodded very approvingly.

Whether it is the enemy's Type 95 light tank, various types of fighters, or artillery positions of various calibers, as long as the Red Sun rockets can hit steadily, it is a matter of hitting the soul with one shot.

122 mm in the Asian theater is really a waste of production capacity.

But if it is just a new type of rocket, then the Yellow River will definitely not go to great lengths to let the CEOs take a plane to the mountainous areas of the southeast base area of Shanxi.

I saw the corners of his mouth rise slightly, took off the portable communicator from his waist and said:

"Old Zhong, the appetizer time is over, it's time to bring the hard dishes to everyone to see. Take out all the money and perform a salvo for the bigwigs. โ€

"Fire!"

Just as the brigade commander was about to inquire about the next arrangement, a series of strange and deafening sounds came from the rear of the crowd.

Seconds later, patches of red light, more dazzling than the setting sun, streaked across the airfield and spilled into the intended area of attack in the distant clearing.

The unfamiliar attack method was as brilliant as a meteor shower, making everyone present stunned in place.

The distant target position was filled with fires from explosions, followed by thunderous explosions and waves of air.

Ten seconds later, the attack ended.

The entire airport was silent, and even Huang He, who was watching the new weapon for the first time, didn't know how to describe his feelings. The smoke rising in the distance seemed to remind you that the scene was not a dream.

"Unstoppable! Unstoppable! What kind of weapon is this! โ€

"If this were to appear on the battlefield, it would only take ten seconds to inflict heavy damage on a wing of enemies! If the devils are defenseless, it is not impossible to be wiped out directly. โ€

It seems that the deputy commander-in-chief opened the conversation, and the new weapon that has not yet met immediately caused a series of discussions, and the dialect of different regions alone has been heard by the Yellow River.

There is still a chapter in the early morning, and I can't finish writing it without sleeping

(End of chapter)