Scholars in the courtyard

701 station.

Director Zheng stood at the door and watched the people coming and going, then looked down at his watch, with an anxious look on his face.

"I!"

Suddenly, a young man reached out and shouted, "B3 is done, I need V5."

The young man shouted loudly, then a girl with glasses immediately pulled out one from the stack of materials on the table and ran quickly to the young man.

Take away the B3 information and then put the V5 information at the youth table.

After getting the information, the young man reset the calculator around him and pressed his fingers. Soon a set of data was calculated, and then he recorded it with a pen and continued the next set of calculations.

At the same time, the girl quickly walked to the next room with the information of B3, then put it into the grid of B3, and then turned around and left.

Soon someone quickly ran to the box of B3 and reclassified the information.

After a while, the original B3 data became A6 data, and the person sent it to another young man.

At this time, there was also a calculator in front of the young man.

"Director Zheng, please take a drink of water and rest."

The security chief came to Director Zheng, holding a water cup in his hand.

Director Zheng glanced at it, then took the water cup and took a sip, "Old Gao, do you think we can complete this time?"

"Yes, sure."

Lao Gao said affirmatively, and the confidence on his face made Director Zheng feel a little confused, "Why?"

Lao Gao smiled and said, "I don't know, I just think it can."

"good!"

Director Zheng stopped talking, and quickly finished drinking the water in the cup in his hand, and handed it back, "Old Gao."

"Your security department must do a good job."

"Those who do our jobs, say a lot, are just a word of ruthlessness."

Lao Gao looked solemn, and Director Zheng did continue, "I know that some things are unkind and some things look serious."

“But these are all necessary.”

Speaking of this, Director Zheng looked at everyone present and glanced at all the busy young people, "Look at them, they have been here since the 16th and 17th. They have worked for more than ten years. Many people have reached the grade of starting a family and starting a career, but Now what about?”

"To keep the secret here, each of them is giving, everyone is bleeding and sweating."

"I, never want anything bad to ruin this honor."

Lao Gao put the cup on the table beside him, and his face disappeared.

"Don't worry, we have three officers to protect everyone here."

“This.”

Lao Gao inhale hard, "Although we don't want to do this, we will do it."

Director Zheng nodded slightly, then raised his hand and looked at the time again.

"It's been two hours."

As he said softly, Lao Gao's face became solemn.

"Yes, there are three hours left."

"Tower Tower, I have arrived in the scheduled airspace and requested a final test."

On Baiju 1, Huo Sheng is in contact with the ground.

Not long ago, he and Chang Kong conducted test flights according to the scheduled subjects. The performance of this White Horse fighter was the same as before.

The only difference is that the paint on the outside has changed, and the color of the plane is no longer white.

At the same time, the original honor mark on the plane and the pattern of the black bird were also covered.

In the words of technicians, they do not have black high-temperature paint yet.

As a last resort, I can only make a smear.

After the request, a voice came from the microphone, "Baiju 1, Baiju 1, I am the tower."

"We're ready to take a test flight."

"The tower, White Horse One received it."

After the report, Huo Sheng hung up the communication and then said to Chang Kong behind him, "Old Chang, what are the indicators this time?"

Chang Kong was recording various data of the plane. Hearing this, he opened the last page on the information board, "Indicators, what indicators do you want?"

"Nonsense, of course it's a speed indicator?"

Huo Sheng looked curious, but Chang Kong fixed the information board after hearing this, and then said angrily, "You ask me directly how long I can bear it."

After the words came to an end, Huo Sheng immediately laughed.

"I knew Lao Chang, you can do it."

"Stop coming, let me tell you, if you let me not participate in the battle, I will never join you again."

Chang Kong still spoke to remind him that although Yang Xiaotao told them that the paint on the body surface can withstand high temperatures of 600 degrees, it was just theoretical data, so it is best not to exceed Mach 3.5.

If Huo Sheng was so angry that he damaged the body and caused the aircraft to overhaul, he would definitely do what he said.

You know, as pilots, they know the purpose of this operation.

For this reason, they have written the "last letter" and are even more prepared to sacrifice at any time.

"Don't worry, I understand."

"Even if I chase, I have to put my strength in the final battle."

Huo Sheng said seriously that he had already gained an honor, but what he longed for was the dream of chasing the blue sky.

If he could have two black bird medals on his body when he retired, it would be his greatest honor.

"That's the best."

When the two were communicating, the plane had already entered the predetermined airspace.

"Tower tower, I am Baiju 1, I'm ready."

“The tower is received, please be sure to be safe.”

"White Joe received it."

As the words came to an end, the plane began to accelerate.

The light blue plane quickly shuttled through the blue sky, leaving behind a white horse.

In Taichung, Yang Xiaotao and others were already standing in front of the window holding the telescope. If there was no such thing as Madai, they would not have found any sign of the plane.

Wang Minghai looked at it for a while, then turned his head and asked, "Has the radar captured it?"

"Chief, it has been captured."

"How fast?"

“Mach 3.3, the speed is still increasing.”

"Continue to observe."

"yes."

Wang Minghai continued to look into the distance. At this time, the plane was accelerating and then turning and diving, but the speed was increasing little by little.

“It’s Mach 3.5.”

Suddenly, the staff officer in charge of the inspection shouted loudly, and Wang Minghai's expression moved, "Record time, hurry."

Everyone on the side immediately recorded the time and monitored the speed of the plane.

"Yangbu, do you think you can persist in prolific time?"

When Yang Xiaotao heard the inquiry, he thought for a while before laughing, "It depends on how much fuel the plane is."

Wang Minghai was stunned when he heard this, and then replied with a smile, "If so, I'll invite you to drink."

"Drink again, who escaped last night?"

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, Wang Minghai's face turned red. The facts of last night were not very glorious.

Several main leaders of the base were able to drink, but they ended up drinking with the guests and lying on the table.

"I'm not preparing for work."

Wang Minghai said with a smile, and then prepared to continue explaining.

At this time, the door of the command tower opened, and then two people were seen walking in quickly.

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

Yang Xiaotao and his two heads turned their heads and happened to see Mr. Wang and Mr. Qian walking in. The two hurried forward.

"Old Wang, teacher."

Yang Xiaotao greeted him, and Mr. Wang came to the front with a smile, "You guys don't go back to your house anymore. Are you planning to change careers?"

Yang Xiaotao stood in front of Mr. Qian, smiled and shook his head, "I am going to study and study. If I lose my job, there will be many crafts."

Mr. Wang rolled his eyes directly. This kid is really stupid and dares to answer anything.

Not to mention anything else, just as his identity as a master of eighth-level fitter, if he becomes unemployed, then the workers below will not be able to make a big fuss?

What's more, this kid is still an engineer and the boss of the Ninth Division.

Still so young.

In other words, even if he is unemployed, Yang Xiaotao is fine.

Not wanting to pay attention to Yang Xiaotao, Mr. Wang walked directly to Wang Minghai to ask about the situation, "What's the situation now?"

"Chief."

Wang Minghai was talking about the current situation, and Yang Xiaotao was talking to Mr. Qian.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you here?"

Mr. Qian nodded, "I heard that you have made high-temperature resistant materials, so I want to come and have a look."

"You also know that the missile's speed will get faster and faster. Now the instantaneous speed has reached Mach 4, and it will be higher and faster in the future."

"The temperature on the body surface should be at least 1,000 degrees. The cost of a simple high-temperature resistant alloy is too high, and the weight will also increase."

"I don't want the missiles in the future to be as bulky as the Alliance."

After Mr. Qian finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao understood the meaning and then smiled, "The high-temperature resistant materials we use are not cheap. If you want to use them, it is best to organize the production yourself."

"It is self-produced and sold, easy to use."

Mr. Qian nodded, "This is also the purpose of my visit this time."

"You still need your help in this matter."

"no problem."

The two of them made up their intentions and then walked to the window.

"By the way, teacher, this time it is the high temperature resistance of crystalline silicon discovered by the master. You have to help you at that time, at least you have to implement the name of the expert."

After hearing this, Mr. Qian turned his head and looked at Yang Xiaotao. After finding the other party’s smile, he nodded, “Don’t worry, as long as you achieve results, let alone an expert, even a professor, we brothers and others will get it done.”

Now it was Yang Xiaotao's turn to be stunned. Is this the teacher Qian he is familiar with?

This is what he said, domineering.

The two of them came to the windowsill, picked up their telescopes and looked at the horizon, looking for light blue traces.

"How long has it been?"

"Mach 3.5, five minutes."

Wang Minghai was a little nervous in his voice, and Yang Xiaotao nodded, "It seems that he can still hold on."

Everyone nodded, but focused on looking at the sky.

Senior officer, in the garrison base.

After Lehman came out of Gentle Country in the morning, he waited for news in the office.

Next door is the command center.

Wait here and get accurate information as soon as possible.

Crouch

The door was pushed open, Lawrence walked in with a fruit plate, followed by Secretary Mengsha.

"Hi Hi Lawrence, this is the office. Do you understand? You can't eat in the office."

Lehman looked rigorous and even spoke in a manner.

Lawrence shook his head and said nothing, and went straight to the sofa to sit down, picked up a banana and put it in his mouth.

Mengsha was standing behind her, holding a document in her hand, looking serious.

Leman glanced at him, and thought of the other side of the other party, and his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

However, seeing Lawrence's appearance, Lehmann suppressed the anger in his heart again.

"Mr. Lehman, I wonder if you have heard an old saying."

Lawrence did not react at all to Lyman's words, but just said it on his own.

"Ancient words?"

Lehman frowned when he heard this.

During this period, he had a lot of contact with Lawrence and found that this guy seemed to be very curious about Chinese culture.

The "cultural principles" of China often appear from his mouth.

I guess those words are again this time.

Sure enough, before Lehman asked, Lawrence spoke, "I got up this morning and my right eyelid kept twitching."

"Chinese people often say that the left eye twitches wealth, and the right eye twitches disaster."

Speaking of this, Lawrence rubbed his right eye and looked at Lehman, "To be honest, I have a bad feeling."

"Why don't we set a new time."

When Leman heard this, he thought to himself.

Then he looked at Mengsha, who looked speechless.

Things have come to this point, and the plane takes off in another two hours. Someone came over to tell him that the plan would be cancelled because of the twitching right eyelid. If someone knew about this, he would probably laugh out loud.

Of course, what is laughing at is the future career.

"Lawrence, eyelid twitching should be dead and conjunctiva inflammation, the eyes can repair themselves."

"I guess you accidentally got infected."

Lehman said indifferently, "Besides, the so-called 'disaster' is the 'wealth' I want in my mind."

"Don't worry, even if you can't make a fortune, it will be the same as last time. What's there to worry about?"

Lehman said, Lawrence, who was sitting in the chair, felt something was right.

Thinking of the game I played with Mengsha last night, I felt a little clear.

But if you listen to this in your mind, why are your eyelids getting more and more powerful?