RBCT Chapter 3336 Beware of Attacking Alliance Transport Ships
Chapter 3336 Beware of Attacking Alliance Transport Ships
Chapter 3336 Beware of Attacking Alliance Transport Ships
After Yang Xiaotao left quickly, Old Chen grabbed Peng and walked to the side. "Old Peng, tell me the truth, do we have any extra transport planes?"
Mr. Peng gritted his teeth and said, "Basically everything that can be used has been delivered."
"There are still some that we really can't touch."
Old Chen stared intently at Boss Peng, but Boss Peng did not look away.
Because those are the last resort for dealing with special circumstances.
But the current situation is a special case.
At this time, we need to be even more vigilant.
Seeing this, Old Chen suddenly became frustrated, "Xiao Tao needs transport planes to deliver supplies, and we also need transport planes to bring in supplies from outside."
"But since they're using transport planes here, less cargo is being shipped here."
"You know, without sufficient transport capacity, how easy is it to get things in?"
Mr. Peng remained silent, and Old Chen was at a loss.
Suddenly, President Peng spoke up, "We don't have transport planes, but the Alliance does!"
"alliance?"
Old Chen was surprised, but then he said, "So what if they have it? What can you do if they don't sell it to you?"
"Besides, distant water can't quench immediate thirst!"
Mr. Peng shook his head, "There are always more solutions than problems."
"Moreover, their difficulties are no less than ours, and they also have problems to solve."
Upon hearing what Mr. Peng said, Old Chen began to ponder.
If we're talking about the league's biggest difficulties, it's the two balloons still floating overhead.
At least, we haven't heard any news of the other side taking it down in the last two days.
In other words, their difficulties remain, and they urgently need to solve this problem.
"Old Peng, stop hiding things and just tell me how to do it."
Mr. Peng then said directly, "We analyzed it during dinner just now, and the most suitable transport aircraft right now is the An-12. We have had contact with this aircraft in China, and many pilots have flown it, so there are no technical problems."
"One An-12 carrying supplies is equivalent to five Y-7s or more than ten Y-5s."
"The key is that this aircraft is suitable for medium- and long-range transportation and has low requirements for runways. It can take off from dirt runways and simple sites."
"So, as long as we have airplanes, we can solve this problem."
Old Chen's eyes lit up with joy, but then he frowned. "The An-12 is good, but if you want to buy it, you have to see if the Alliance is willing to sell it to you."
"Yes, that's a problem, so we can only let them come to us for help."
Old Chen's eyes widened. "What? They're begging us?"
"Old Peng, do you know what you're saying?"
As Old Chen was about to leave, Boss Peng grabbed him, saying, "Old Chen, what's the rush? Let me finish."
Seeing this, Old Chen had no choice but to stop and see what President Peng was thinking.
As the saying goes, you can't buy something just because someone is eager to buy it; you can't get something by begging and pleading.
At this point, a hint of cunning appeared in Peng's calm expression, as if he had returned to the days of fighting, where he was both upright and righteous, yet also had a flash of inspiration, a stroke of genius.
"Therefore, we should make them beg us to do what we don't want, and make them come begging to us."
Old Chen opened his mouth, resisting the urge to leave, and continued listening. Boss Peng then explained, "If they can't take it down, they'll try to find a way, and we need to make them realize that things are more serious than they think."
"Therefore, we should give them the negatives we have collected."
Mr. Peng wore a confident smile, but Old Chen looked on with suspicion. "Send it back?"
"Doesn't this expose us?"
Mr. Peng was speechless. "Do you think the other party doesn't know?"
Old Chen remained silent.
"We just want to send them back, make them anxious, make them afraid."
Mr. Peng added, "According to what we've learned, they've made several attempts after receiving our instructions, but haven't been able to touch the balloon."
"Of these two balloons, the fastest will leave their skies and enter our area in two days."
"The remaining one will enter the airspace at the latest within a week."
"With our strength, shooting it down would be a piece of cake, if not an easy task, but we would have a 70-80% chance of success."
"At this point, if you hand the negatives to them, do you think they'll be in a hurry, or will we be?"
A wise light shone in Mr. Peng's eyes.
Warfare is all about exploiting time and information gaps.
As long as the situation here is under control and not disclosed to the public.
The alliance doesn't know, but they are the ones who are anxious.
The intelligence information brought by the first balloon was enough to make them furious.
If the two balloons behind them also discover important intelligence, they will not let them go.
Therefore, they must destroy the balloon within two days, at the very least preventing outsiders from obtaining it.
"Okay, I'll try to contact them right away."
Old Chen gritted his teeth and agreed.
At this point, we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.
What if it works?
Alliance, Kuznetska.
This city, located south of Lake Baikal, is the largest industrial city in Siberia and a transportation and trade hub in the region.
Although the alliance's economy has been sluggish in recent years, as a transportation hub for east-west transport, a large amount of goods are transshipped here every day.
Various resources from the east are continuously transported to the west.
At the same time, industrial products from the west would also be sent to the east.
As a heavy industrial city, it also has a large number of heavy industrial industries.
Among these, the aircraft manufacturing industry is the core.
During World War II, the famous Il-2 aircraft and Il-4 bomber were manufactured here.
After the war, the An-12 transport aircraft was produced here, and it subsequently participated in the mass production of the MiG-23 attack aircraft.
The construction of numerous hydroelectric power stations, aluminum smelters, cable factories, and other facilities around the core area dramatically increased its importance, making it a key exploration target for countries such as the United States and Great Britain.
The alliance naturally takes very strong precautions against these malicious inquiries.
However, an aircraft flew over Kuznetska from time to time today, and that aircraft was the MiG-25, which is currently the highest-flying aircraft in the Union.
These planes were circling in the air, leaving the workers and residents on the ground bewildered, before they went on to their work and daily lives.
Unbeknownst to them, high in the sky, a balloon drifted leisurely in from afar.
At the ground aviation center, Canon stood by the window, watching the planes taking off one after another outside.
There are MiG-25s, MiG-27s, and a bunch of MiG-23s here.
Each one is equipped with the Alliance’s best missiles.
The target is that balloon flying in the sky.
Canon knew this was a test.
This was a very important test for them.
The younger brother in the south has already handed in his paper, and with excellent results.
Although the other party kept quiet and didn't say anything, based on his understanding of their nature, he knew they would definitely leave some benefits behind.
So, this time it was their turn to come.
Here comes the idea provided by my younger brother.
However, this line of thinking made him somewhat suspicious, wondering if the other party was deceiving them, because they had tried several times in a row but had failed to complete the task.
Just as Canon was lost in thought, a shout came from beside him, and Canon quickly turned his head to look.
Canon shook his head helplessly, and could only continue to hope for good news from the air.
"Damn it, are the calculation formulas really that hard?"
"The Chinese have already given you the formula, is it really that hard to just change a number?"
"As top students of the alliance, is this how you work?" "Useless, idiots."
"Tell me right now, tell me the attack angle, tell me the launch altitude, I need accurate data, accurate values."
The person in charge, with his large belly, spat on the staff officer in front of him, his face contorted with anger, making his fat jiggle.
The young staff officers endured the stench emanating from the saliva, their faces filled with grievance.
They did indeed obtain the calculation formula from China and understood the calculation principle.
To put it simply, it's just a series of mathematical calculations, which poses no challenge for them.
But those balloons high in the sky aren't stationary targets; they can move.
In this situation, it is very difficult to quickly calculate the launch angle and ensure that the missile hits the balloon in a parabolic trajectory.
That will take time to calculate.
So they started in the central area and tried several times, but neither the MiG-25 nor the MiG-27 could hit it.
Now, this balloon is about to fly over the city, and there's a strict order from above to shoot it down.
Under pressure, they had no choice.
"Yes, we'll give you the numbers right away."
The staff officers immediately turned around and began to calculate.
At that moment, the pilot's voice came through the communicator, indicating that he was ready.
The person in charge subconsciously glanced at the staff officers, which made several of them break out in a cold sweat.
Seeing this, Canon shook his head helplessly, not very optimistic about the next move.
The more this is the case, the less I understand how China managed to conquer it.
Finally, the staff officers provided the figures.
The person in charge nearly jumped up when he saw the three strings of numbers on the slip of paper, his cold gaze sweeping over the advisor in front of him. "Three? Why are there three?"
The staff officer, having nothing to lose, said directly, "This is our prediction. Simply put, the balloon is moving, and all three of our values are possible."
"Moreover, you must make a choice and launch an attack within one minute, otherwise the time will need to be recalculated if it takes too long."
The person in charge was furious when he heard that he had to choose one of three options, but time was ticking away and he couldn't afford to waste any more time.
So he randomly picked one and reported it to the plane in the sky.
Soon, the MiG-25 pilots in the sky received the data and began to rush towards the balloon.
Their unstoppable momentum was like Don Quixote charging at the windmills.
However, when the plane reached 25,000 meters, the pilot felt that the plane was running out of steam. Since the launch requirements had not yet been met, the pilot could only grit his teeth and continue to fly upwards.
At 30,000 meters, the pilots could already feel the fuselage trembling. Although it was rumored that the MiG-25's maximum service ceiling was over 37,000 meters, no pilot had ever tried it.
Because when the planes reach an altitude of over 33,000 meters, many of them lose power and are lucky to land safely.
Therefore, their design height is 33,000 meters.
Despite the discomfort in his body, the pilot looked at the numbers on his instruments and launched the R-40 missiles he was carrying the instant he reached the target.
This specially modified missile can reach speeds exceeding five times the speed of sound, and it was specifically prepared for this battle.
As the missile flew out, the pilot immediately adjusted the aircraft and looked back.
The next moment, an explosion came from behind, but the balloon was still floating in the sky.
Damn it!
The pilot angrily pounded on the metal of the plane, his face contorted in rage.
"damn it!"
On the control tower, the person in charge slammed his hand on the chair in front of him, then looked at the staff officers beside him with bloodshot eyes.
The staff officers were equally helpless; they could only offer three options.
Canon shook his head, gazing at the sky with a sense of loss.
"I knew they wouldn't be that kind."
As he muttered to himself, the door suddenly opened, and a bald man strode in.
Canon was taken aback. Everyone around him instinctively lowered their heads when they saw the bald man. Even the person in charge held onto his big belly, their eyes filled with fear.
Every time this person comes, it means something bad is going to happen.
Gorzensky's gaze swept over everyone present, then he walked to Canon's side, his expression stern.
Those around them, seeing this, quickly moved aside to make room for each other and ensure they wouldn't hear the conversation.
"It failed?"
The two stood by the window, and Gorzenfsky's voice came through.
Canon nodded. "Didn't you see it all?"
Gotzenfsky sighed slightly, then said, "China has sent a roll of film."
Canon narrowed his eyes, then his gaze turned sinister. "He must have read it before sending it over."
Gorzensky nodded slightly. "That's inevitable."
"But the contents of this film roll are almost..."
"It covers everything."
Upon hearing this, Canon's expression changed drastically.
"really?"
The voice was soft, but filled with shock.
Gotzenfsky continued to nod, then said, "The developed photographs confirm that the United States has made tremendous progress in optics; they are clear enough for humans to see."
"Underneath this balloon..."
"There are no secrets!"
Canon released his hand without making any other movement, but the gloom on his face was as cold as ice.
"They sent these things with ulterior motives and ill intentions."
As Canon spoke, Gorzenfsky nodded and said, "That's for sure."
"Otherwise, they wouldn't have contacted us so proactively and even sent over the negatives."
"This is telling us that they can also shoot down what's inside the remaining two balloons."
"They'll give them to us too."
"However, they won't let go of the information inside."
After listening, Canon took off his glasses, took out a silk handkerchief, and carefully wiped the lenses. Gorzenfsky remained silent, simply waiting quietly.
"so what?"
Canon asked softly, and Gotzensky sighed, "The leadership has had enough and wants us to shoot the balloon down before it leaves, so that no more secrets can be leaked."
Canon put on his glasses and then sneered, "They're all just incompetent rants in their offices."
"If we could take it, why would we just stand here and watch?"
Gotzensky took out a cigarette from his pocket, then offered one to the other man. The two lit them and looked out the window, where a MiG-25 was attempting to attack a balloon in the sky.
However, the result was not ideal.
After a long silence, Canon looked at Gorzenfsky and said, "Say anything else."
Gotzensky shook his head with a wry smile, "Looks like I can't hide it from you after all."
He threw the cigarette butt at his feet and said, "The leaders have already requested assistance from China."
"Aid? That's fucking ridiculous."
"We actually have times when we need someone's help."
Canon scoffed, but Gorzenfsky said calmly, "The two sides have already begun contact."
"Before I arrived, they made their first condition."
"what?"
"Fifty An-12 transport planes in exchange for a key technology, and a promise to send aircraft into the country to assist in shooting down the two balloons."
After saying that, Canon opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.
Gotzenfsky took a deep breath and continued, "The superiors have agreed."