Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Some time has passed since the shooting down of the U2, and its core has been affecting the progress of subsequent events, such as publicity, reporting, and so on.

The core of this is---who did it!

Who took down U2?

Which heroic unit has made such a great contribution?

How to report to superiors and how to publicize to ordinary people?

These all require a core!

In the 2s, shooting down a U could be awarded first-class merit and would be publicized on the front page of newspapers. Now that we have shot down three at once, it is no exaggeration to say that this is a tremendous achievement.

But now, Old Man Su has a headache. Who the hell did this?

Why don't you show up and accept the reward? Why are you hiding it?

"Old Su, calm down!" Old Man Yang noticed that Old Man Su was about to go berserk, and comforted him, "This matter is no longer something we can handle. I think we should report it quickly and let our superiors decide on the follow-up."

"Hmm..." Old Man Su calmed down and his IQ immediately came online. "No, Old Yang, do you know something? What's so strange about the missing Xiaoban?

"I heard that your military region has a special unit that is very cunning. This year, a platoon of people produced hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain. Are you hiding something? I'm telling you, if you keep it from me and I find out in the future, don't blame me for breaking up with you..."

"What's the connection, Old Su, you're overthinking it..." Old Man Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How can farming be compared to shooting down airplanes with missiles?"

In fact, he just suspected Zeng Wangcai, but knowing that this matter was no trivial matter, made him think of the "strange man" again.

There is no evidence for this kind of thing, so it's better if fewer people know about it. Like now, not to mention the troops, even people in the command center are trying to make it into a myth.

For this, Old Man Su was also very troubled: "Fuck, trouble, I have heard people say that it was Monkey King who jumped out and did it..." He let Old Man Yang go and shouted to the subordinates in the command center, "Listen carefully, don't say weird things, everything is subject to the orders of the superiors."

This is standard processing procedure that takes the overall situation into consideration.

Then, the three of them unanimously decided to report it.

After the call, Zhou Guanjun communicated with his superiors for a long time. He explained all the details in detail and told the troops about the current handling method.

The superior did not give any major orders at the first time, but only asked the base to keep the matter secret and deal with the follow-up as soon as possible.

The so-called follow-up is to speed up the salvage of the wreckage and deal with possible friction that may arise later.

"Haha!" Old man Yang smiled softly, "Even if Baldy had the courage, he wouldn't dare to do anything at this time. Three of the most advanced reconnaissance planes were shot down. He must be looking for someone to cry to..."

Although the words were harsh, it must be said that Old Man Yang and other commanders and fighters knew their old opponent very well. They were sure that Niang Xipi would not dare to take any action, so they went ahead to salvage the wreckage and capture the pilot with peace of mind.

The gag order reached the missile battalion.

Wang Yifa felt very complicated. On the one hand, he blamed himself for the failure and felt guilty about everyone's trust. On the other hand, he was excited and felt that the result was good.

"Battalion Commander..." Several soldiers in the headquarters said anxiously and expectantly, "Do you think this will be blamed on us?"

Is it our fault?

Wang Yi was stunned for a second, then he understood their thoughts and said angrily: "What are you thinking? Can this be blamed on us? Don't we know what we did?

"You think everyone is blind? The missile flew out from the island. I tell you... no one can take credit for this..."

It’s so huge, the contribution is so great.

Wang Yifa knew very well that this was not the result of killing a few enemies on the battlefield, so he could not just smooth it over.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly it was dark. The night was very quiet, and the sky was clear and silent. There were no planes, no artillery ammunition, only the moon and stars watching everything that happened on the earth and the sea.

After a night, when the sun was rising, Commander Deng of the 38th Army came to the base command with a troop.

Inside the command center, Old Man Su and the other two did not sleep all night, waiting for further developments.

Old Man Deng also did not sleep all night, but he looked very energetic. He walked into the command center and asked before the three people spoke: "What did the higher-ups say?"

As the head of an army, old man Deng has obviously learned a lot of core information.

"We are still in a meeting to study it!" Old Man Su said with a wry smile, "This war we fought was very chaotic. I have fought wars all my life, and this is the first time it has been so chaotic."

"I'm not feeling well either!" Old man Deng sat down, took out his cigarette without a handle and passed it around in front of the three people, then lit it with a match. The yellow smoke between his fingers showed that he was a heavy smoker and had been smoking a lot recently. "I hid a lot of anti-aircraft artillery positions, but in the end I only shot down a fly. As a result, several missiles were launched from the island I was defending... What kind of thing is this?"

The three of them talked behind closed doors to avoid it getting out.

"Have you found the person?" The next second, Old Man Yang and Old Man Deng spoke at the same time.

It was obvious that Old Man Yang was asking about Zeng Wangcai. He knew that Old Man Deng was also sending people to look for him. Old Man Deng was also asking about Zeng Wangcai. He also knew that the 208th Regiment was specifically searching for Zeng Wangcai.

"Okay!" Old Man Yang smiled bitterly, "It seems you didn't get anything either. This kid is too cunning. He only brought three days' worth of food. How did he last for so many days?"

"Food is shit. He robbed one of my sentries. Besides, it's not hard to find food on the island." Old Man Deng said unhappily, "Old Yang, don't change the subject. What's wrong with your soldier? He's smart, but he didn't even know that the confrontation had stopped for so long. He's like a fool. He's stupid, but I couldn't find him..."

To be honest, old man Deng was very angry about this matter. His army was famous for being the sixth, but in the end, one army was guarding an island, but they couldn't find twelve people.

You can say that the island is indeed large, but they have also revealed their whereabouts. First they found a sentry post, and then there was a radar signal...

That’s right, in the minds of the four of them, Zeng Wangcai was associated with the radar missile because there was no other suspicion.

"We don't understand this kid." Old Man Yang recalled Zeng Wangcai's past, "He seems to be very obsessed with going to the battlefield. He doesn't spend any time on the battlefield, and he is obsessed with fighting. Now he comes and does something like this..."

The other three remained silent, and their feelings towards Zeng Wangcai were very complicated.

Their attitudes largely reflect the top management's views on Zeng Wangcai. If you praise him, he won't be happy and will hide, and let you know that it seems like I did it, but there is no evidence; if you force it, it's not appropriate, he is a talent, no, a great talent, maybe a rare and extraordinary person.

This is Zeng Wangcai’s cool move, which he summed up based on his 38 years of life experience in his previous life... A moderate person will not go to extremes.

"By the way, we've captured that foreign pilot. He's lucky enough to survive because he parachuted out of the city." Old Man Deng said, "He'll be here with the translator in a minute. He's very stubborn."

Old Man Su's eyes lit up: "Did they catch the pilot?"

"Where's the plane?" Zhou Guanjun was more concerned about the wreckage. "Where's the U2 plane? There are a lot of good stuff on it."

This is truly a treasure, a treasure for the country’s decadent and backward military industry.

"Don't mention it!" Old Man Deng said depressedly, "It was blown to pieces, there's not a single good piece left. As for whether we can take it apart to find something useful, I don't think it's possible. Oh, there's still one plane we haven't salvaged yet."

He didn't explain why he didn't get it. Everyone knew it was because it was too far away. It must have been the bald guy who tried to snatch it away, so he felt aggrieved.

After a while, the survivor Jim, who was still wearing his flight suit, was brought to the side of the command center. Four people went over to see him and ask some questions first.

Jim sat on the stool with an expressionless face, and he didn't say a word no matter which of the four people asked him.

After asking for a long time, Jim looked around with a hint of hatred and asked: "Who did it? Who knocked me down?"