RBCT Chapter 3338 Joint Exercise
Chapter 3338 Joint Exercise
Chapter 3338 Joint Exercise
"An airplane? The airplane is here!"
The sound was loud, and everyone looked up and stared in that direction.
Yang Xiaotao saw President Peng stride up to him, his eyes filled with joy.
"President Peng!"
Yang Xiaotao knew from this that Boss Peng had brought good news.
Sure enough, Boss Peng reached out and patted Yang Xiaotao on the shoulder, "I've found the plane for you!"
He then looked at the crowd and said, "Just now, the Alliance agreed to give us fifty An-12 aircraft!"
"Moreover, the first twenty planes have already landed at the Northwest military base and will arrive in Beijing tomorrow!!"
"Five of the planes will carry ninety tons of canned goods!"
"The supplies from Beijing will arrive as soon as possible!"
Then, looking at Yang Xiaotao, he said, "Hang in there!"
Everything will be alright!
Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously, "Understood, I can handle it!"
After speaking, he looked at the people around him.
As their gazes swept over them, everyone felt a weight lift from their shoulders, as if the suffocating pressure had lessened considerably.
"The original plan has been revised, and the distribution of supplies to various locations has increased by 30%."
"All departments must work together and there must be no carelessness."
"Yes!"
Everyone agreed in unison. They had been worried about not having enough supplies, but now that President Peng had assured them that the supplies would arrive tomorrow, they naturally needed to make room here as soon as possible.
Only the supplies delivered to the disaster victims were called relief supplies.
Everyone got busy, and after Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, he and Boss Peng walked to the side.
"President Peng, why is the Alliance so kind as to give us so many transport planes?"
Yang Xiaotao noticed the wording in Peng's words just now: the other party gave it to them as a gift, rather than it being purchased by them.
That's why he asked that question.
Mr. Peng didn't hide anything and gave a brief explanation of the situation.
After hearing this, Yang Xiaotao sneered, "I knew it. If those guys in the alliance knew about this, they'd be lucky if they didn't kick me when I'm down. How could they be so kind?"
Peng listened without commenting, while Yang Xiaotao frowned and said, "So, in the end, we'll have to help them shoot down the balloons?"
"I was thinking of getting my hands on those two balloons, so I could help develop optical instruments in China."
Mr. Peng walked over and sat down. “Yes, we promised to help.”
"Of course, that's on the condition that the other party extends an invitation for our help."
"However, based on my understanding of those people in the alliance, they are not people who give up easily."
"It's difficult to get them to admit that we are strong."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaotao realized it was true and laughed, "So, what's ours will still fall into our hands?"
Mr. Peng nodded with a smile, "At the very least, they won't give in until the very end."
Yang Xiaotao picked up the thermos next to him and poured a glass of water for President Peng. "So, when do you think this will be the end?"
President Peng had already guessed this, and said directly, "After we take down another one, we'll send them another set of answers."
"Back then."
"At that time, in order not to lose even more face, we had no choice but to ask for your help."
Yang Xiaotao gave the answer for Boss Peng, which made Boss Peng laugh out loud.
“However, Mr. Peng, we can’t teach them how to climb trees.”
"Also, we must keep a close eye on this blue horse."
Without Yang Xiaotao's prompting, President Peng knew exactly what to do.
"Don't worry, even if we're going to help, our plane won't land at their airport."
"That's good."
The two chatted for a while longer before Mr. Peng left with his men.
Yang Xiaotao continued to work on disaster relief and rescue efforts.
Two days later, Susco.
An emergency meeting is being held in the brightly lit conference room.
The elderly man in military uniform, as the highest representative, sat at the head of the table. His sharp eyes swept over everyone below, sending chills down their spines.
After the meeting was held, everyone speculated about its purpose.
However, before everyone could find out the details, the old man in military uniform threw a report on the table.
Then everyone understood what was causing the old man's anger.
"Andrei!"
The old man in military uniform suddenly spoke. A middle-aged man sitting on the last chair to his left quickly stood up upon hearing this, his expression respectful.
"Sir, I await your instructions."
As he spoke, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Hmph, instructions? If instructions worked, I wouldn't be here."
"Instead, we sat in the chairs at the victory celebration, celebrating that we shot down that damn balloon and then stomped on the faces of those bastards in the United States."
"If instructions were effective, would you, who failed to complete the task, still have the right to sit here?"
Andrei's legs trembled upon hearing this, and he struggled to control his posture to avoid making a fool of himself.
The elderly man in military uniform leaned forward, casually placing his hands on the table, and said in a serious tone, "I'm asking you, when you were given a year to develop our computer, what was your answer?"
Andrei was tense and his face was solemn.
“Mr. Nowitzki, I, I promise to complete the mission in a timely manner.”
"But we underestimated the difficulty of building computers in China."
Andrei wanted to explain, but the old man in military uniform slammed his hand on the table. "I'm not listening to your nonsense."
"Now, right now, I want to know."
"Why can't we use the flight simulator system we got from China?"
Why can it only be used on Chinese computers?
"Has all the money the alliance gives your research institute every year been wasted?"
Nowitzki looked serious, which startled everyone around him.
Those who were with Andrei felt a chill run down their spines.
"gentlemen!"
Andrei tried to calm himself down, then gritted his teeth and explained, "Sir, this system was made in China."
"It's possible that they're adapted to their own computers and can't use ours."
"nonsense!"
Nowitzki stood up angrily, the stool behind him scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.
"If our computers are no good, why are the imported computers no good either?"
"Sir, is it possible that the computer they sold us is defective?"
"Shut up, you idiot."
Nowitzki felt his intelligence was being insulted by this guy, and he even wondered how this bastard got to this position.
"Someone come here!"
At a command, the door was pushed open and three guards entered.
"Drag him out!"
Upon hearing this, Andrei's legs gave way and he fell backward.
If the original chair were still there, then at most one would be sitting on the chair.
But when he stood up, the chair moved back a little.
So, to everyone's astonishment, he plopped down on the ground, letting out a miserable cry.
However, the guards who came in didn't give him a chance to explain or struggle. They simply grabbed him and carried him out.
Everyone else in the room lowered their heads, afraid to look, lest the old man point at someone and drag them out.
Only after the door closed again did I breathe a sigh of relief.
However, they still dared not let their guard down.
The old man in military uniform continued, "If you fall behind, you will be bullied. Isn't this lesson, learned at the cost of a generation, profound enough?"
"The plane, the plane can't make it."
"Missiles, missiles can't keep up."
"So, we can't do anything about the balloons overhead, right?"
At this point, the old man took out a stack of photos from the canvas bag behind him and slammed them onto the table.
"Look, look!"
"This photo was taken from a balloon that flew over our launch site."
"This is what our 'good brothers' brought over after they captured it."
"What's this!"
The old man slammed his fist on the table. "This is a disgrace."
"It is a disgrace that the United States has seen our secrets with high-definition cameras."
"It's a disgrace that our former underlings are flaunting their victories before us." "And what about you?"
"Still sitting in brightly lit offices drinking coffee and eating sausages, is this your level of awareness?"
The old man in military uniform was like an angry lion, roaring out all his inner discontent.
At this moment, everyone remembered that the man in front of them was the ruthless man who drove a T34 into the enemy back then, and was known as the Mad Lion after the war.
The people present were like a wooden boat in a storm; no one dared to move or speak.
They were terrified of provoking this raging lion.
After a long while, the old man in military uniform calmed down; his age had made it impossible for him to continue such a roar.
Even Rui, the old man's face remained cold.
"Now, we have paid the price of fifty transport planes and lost face, but we have obtained the key to victory from the other side."
"But what about now?"
"What's the point of having bullets but not being able to find a suitable gun?"
The old man's face turned ashen with anger; he had originally intended to save face for the country.
But now, they've lost both face and substance.
Everyone lowered their heads again, finally understanding why Andrei was so unlucky.
I promised to make it a year ago.
A year later, nothing was produced.
The key point is that he didn't even copy Chenxi-1's homework properly, so he deserves his bad luck.
just
Everyone felt uneasy again.
The person who had been working before was dragged out.
Now, the only remaining question is who will take over this mess.
Can.
Only those who do it know.
Now no one dared to move.
However, they were afraid to engage in the conversation, and the elderly man in military uniform understood their thoughts.
So he said directly to one of the people present, "Demilit."
The middle-aged man with a receding hairline, sitting on the right, swallowed hard and stood up shakily.
The others breathed a sigh of relief when they heard it wasn't them.
"Mr. Nowitzki, I...we are researching ternary computers, regarding this..."
"Then let it go!"
The old man in military uniform interrupted him without any politeness, then looked at everyone and said, "Demirit will lead the way, and you, everyone here, will cooperate."
"Two days. Develop this simulation system within two days. If it's not suitable, build a new one. In short, I need a result."
"If we fail to complete it, no one will escape responsibility."
After saying that, he got up and went out.
The group of people left in the room were silent, their faces contorted with grief.
Demilit slowly sat down, then looked at the spot where Andre had been sitting. It was empty, yet it seemed to mock him.
I'll be waiting for you up ahead.
After the old man left the meeting room, a person immediately walked up behind him.
It was Gorzensky who had returned from Kuznetsov.
"Sir, we've already passed Kuznetskoye."
Gotzensky said quietly from the side.
The old man in military uniform listened, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled when he opened his eyes again.
"So, the balloon will be flying over soon?"
Gorzensky nodded.
"Yes."
"Moreover, they should already be ready."
Upon hearing this, the elderly man in military uniform slowly turned around and said, "Do you think they can take it down?"
Gotzensky didn't speak, but his silence spoke volumes.
"Keep a close eye on it!"
"Let's see if they use the same method."
After saying that, he slowly left, leaning on his cane.
Gorzensky shook his head and sighed, and ultimately left without saying a word.
While the two were talking, Boss Peng had already returned to Beijing from Pingying City.
At this point, the balloon had already crossed the boundary.
"Old Peng, what's the situation in Runan?"
The uncle sat in a chair, smoking a cigarette, and asked with concern.
Mr. Peng said with a smile, "The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and the floodwaters are starting to recede."
"The supplies have all been delivered, and all the resettlement sites have received assistance."
"Even in the disaster area, the sound of children reading aloud could be heard."
"This time, it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune!"
Mr. Peng spent some time in the disaster area, so he has a deep understanding of the situation.
Upon hearing this, the uncle gently stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, saying, "It is indeed a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Peng smiled again, "This time, that kid really showed some guts."
"Back then, based on just a few pieces of information, we dared to predict that a flood would come and dared to order people to evacuate in the rain."
"This kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can have."
The uncle shook his head upon hearing this, saying, "You see it as courage."
"In my view, that is responsibility, a responsible attitude."
"Therefore, he doesn't think about what the consequences will be for him."
"Because as long as the worst outcome doesn't happen, he'll get past that mental hurdle."
This time, it was Peng's turn to remain silent.
"That kid!"
After a long silence, Mr. Peng sighed, and then the two of them laughed.
"By the way, has the plane taken off yet?"
The uncle glanced at his watch; it was a little past four in the afternoon.
President Peng nodded, "Wait a little longer, good news will come soon."
"So confident?"
Uncle was somewhat surprised, but Boss Peng simply picked up his teacup and smiled.
Sure enough, the phone rang ten minutes later.
"Wang Minghai?"
“Say it out loud.”
Mr. Peng placed the phone aside so that his uncle could hear it.
"Yes, Mr. Peng."
Wang Minghai's voice came through, filled with joy, "Fifteen minutes ago, we struck balloon number two as planned."
"In the first round, two Blue Horse fighter jets coordinated and two blade missiles successfully hit their targets, and the second balloon descended three thousand meters."
"Subsequently, the third Blue Horse fighter jet following behind launched a missile and successfully shot it down."
"We have now collected all the spoils and will bring them back soon."
Wang Minghai spoke excitedly, his words filled with enthusiasm.
Boss Peng shouted directly into the phone, "Follow the plan! Keep all the good stuff in your hands!"
"However, you have to keep the negatives for me; we need to give them as gifts."
"Yes, I understand!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
"So, did you succeed?"
As Mr. Peng spoke happily, his uncle shook his head and said, "This isn't the first time. With successful precedents, it's not difficult to succeed again."
"However, those alliances might not be able to sit still."
"If they can still sit still, I'll have to think more highly of them."
Mr. Peng spoke seriously with a solemn expression.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than the phone on the table rang again.
After picking it up casually, I heard Old Chen's voice coming from inside.
After a moment, he put it down again, saying, "Alright, I don't need to think too highly of them anymore."
"What do you mean?"
Uncle was puzzled, so Boss Peng said directly, "Right now, we're going to conduct a joint exercise."
"Target, balloon number three."
As soon as he finished speaking, they both laughed.