PDLP Chapter 631 Boss, I have knees to kneel in, will you accept them?
Chapter 631 Boss, I have knees to kneel in, will you accept them?
The J-5 pilots were surprised, while the KJ-1 pilots were somewhat confused.
"Team leader, could you check out the user manual for Xiao Jiang? Did it fall into the sea, or did the other party fly at extremely low altitude and use some unknown method to evade radar tracking?"
The radar operator stared at the numbers on the display screen, still somewhat incredulous. He carefully checked the data from the last frame before the target disappeared: vertical velocity < -80 m/s + altitude < 50 meters, target lost…
Then, the screen showed a bunch of continuous non-zero values, interspersed with scattered clutter frequencies. What does that mean? I don't understand!
I've never seen a waveform like this before!
The unknown is a big deal! Especially when the unknown appears on the battlefield. Soldiers are not afraid to fight the enemy head-on, but they still need to understand the unknown. To rush in recklessly is something only a fool would do.
The team leader frantically flipped through the user manual written by Jiang Xia, but couldn't find any corresponding instructions... He was completely stumped...
"Report! Waves at sea, just passed the designated area, no designated target detected. Requesting a reduction in altitude!"
The team leader grabbed the communicator: "No need, we'll go down and check! You guys go back to cruising altitude and keep an eye on the other side's movements!"
Hearing the team leader's words, even Pang Guoxing, who was far away in Beijing, nodded in satisfaction.
"That's right. Using a high-altitude, high-speed fighter like the J-5 for reconnaissance is unwise! The effective observation window is only 3-5 seconds at a distance of one kilometer, and the identification error rate is greater than 40%..."
Jiang Xia finally released the communicator, which was still dripping water from the cup, let out a long sigh, and slumped into the chair like a lump of mud.
Those short ten minutes felt like the longest time of his entire life.
"Hey, I wonder how those veterans managed to get through it... In just this short while, I felt like I was about to collapse!"
With a "click," the lighter made a crisp sound, and several puffs of smoke rose in the control tower. Jiang Xia took the steel-cased lighter from Pang Guoxing and fiddled with it in his hand.
"Hey, does this count as giving orders against regulations?"
Jiang Xia, regaining his senses, felt uneasy. He realized that he had just interfered with the military's command system, which, strictly speaking, was something that could lead to accountability!
"Hahaha! That doesn't count!"
The red phone continued to ring. I don't know what those people at the post office were thinking. Ever since the "telephone conference room" function came out, they've made the handset and receiver extremely large, just like Jiang Xia complained, resembling a five-pound dumbbell.
It can be placed on the table and used as a hands-free phone.
"You only made suggestions regarding the use of the KJ-1 airborne early warning system; you didn't interfere with their operational deployment. That doesn't count as command!"
Huh! That voice sounds familiar... Ah, it's my own department head!
Hearing Minister Xia say this, Jiang Xia thought back for a moment, and it seemed to be true! He really had only reminded the crew members who were carrying the instruction manual and starting the test flight; it didn't count as commanding an operation at all! He hadn't even offered any opinion when the target was lost!
Don't blame the soldiers for not being prepared; they just took the instruction manual and flew into the sky, and then had to call for backup when they encountered a situation.
Wasn't this an accident? No one could have imagined that the KJ-100 would encounter enemy activity on its very first test flight! However, given the current situation, the team is currently focused on one concept: training through combat!
Wait until they're fully trained before sending them to the battlefield? Absolutely not!
However, some observant people have noticed a pattern: our little Jianggong seems to always gravitate towards the military industry, and unexpected situations always seem to arise...
However, those who are observant would never guess that the reason this little idiot didn't express an opinion was because he didn't even know what those clutter frequency bands actually represented. His understanding of the information displayed by the aircraft's radar was limited to what he had played "Flight Simulator 2000" for a few days...
Jiang Xia was just about to relax after hearing her minister's words.
but……
"Who says it doesn't count as command! In wartime, you direct fighter jets to counter enemy tactics via radio... Kid, just sign your enlistment form obediently, and I'll not only forgive your mistake, but I'll also get you a medal, how about that..."
Before he could finish speaking, Minister Xia shouted angrily, and then the phone went dead.
Haha, this Senior Hong really is always trying to get me into the team. Last time when we were talking about the "cat car", he tempted me by promising to give me command of a squad during the exercise.
Ok?
exercise……
Oh dear, I completely forgot about that. It's been less than two months.
People these days are all very serious about what they say. If you end up on the training field and can't come up with something convincing, you'll really have a hard time explaining yourself!
They've managed to get the cat-shaped car that flies in the sky, but as for the one that runs on the ground, it seems like they should go and urge that "tigress" on.
Just as Jiang Xia was planning her next steps, someone spoke up again:
"Yes, using the J-5 for maritime reconnaissance is too dangerous! Commander Pang, do you remember when there was a hero chasing a P4Y patrol boat at an altitude of 20 meters during the conflict between the two sides? The pilot reported that 'the spray at the stern of the boat was clearly visible, but the color difference between the boat and the waves was indistinguishable.' It was only after entering the water at 800 meters that the target was confirmed?"
Jiang Xia looked up, his expression showing interest. He loved hearing about heroic deeds buried in history. Although he didn't recognize the tall, thin man in the control tower, it didn't stop him from continuing to listen.
It sounds great! I love listening to it! Please describe it in more detail!
For some reason, the deeds of these heroes appeared frequently in books from the 1980s, but became increasingly rare later on. Jiang Xia once scavenged some books from the 1980s from a used bookstore, titled something like "Reading." They contained things like golden fishhooks and monuments, but when he went to look through the books he had studied, these articles were nowhere to be found.
Jiang Xia didn't know what had happened, nor did he care to think about it. He suddenly had an epiphany—when he got old, he would write a memoir, recording the deeds of these predecessors so his students and grand-students could learn from them. When students took his graduate entrance exams, the first thing he would do was ask them if they remembered the deeds of their predecessors; if they didn't, they would be immediately rejected!
Hahaha, let me show you the terror of academic cliques!
……
Pang Guoxing had no idea what Jiang Xia was laughing about, so he just continued talking along with the tall, thin man:
"Not only that, back in 59, didn't the North Sea Fleet have a J-5 that crashed into the sea because it encountered a wave crest? I remember, its mission was also to drive away the patrol boats from South Korea..."
"Even I've encountered this before..."
"Oh! You've also flown low over the sea?" Jiang Xia was displeased. He took out his notebook and wrote down some of the things the two of them had said.
"Hey, my skills weren't up to par back then, so I didn't dare fly close to the sea surface, only 50 meters!" Pang Guoxing raised a hand and waved it: "At a height of 50 meters, a few big pirates crashed into me while I was flying, and the cockpit window was shattered to pieces! Luckily, I was a novice back then and didn't dare to fly too fast!"
"Pirates? Oh, you mean seagulls! Indeed, altitudes below 50 meters are generally bird habitats, so it's best to avoid maneuvering at that height..."
Jiang Xia nodded seriously, "At this altitude, a seaplane like the Be-6 is actually more useful. The speed is relatively low, so even if it hits a bird, it won't be a big problem!"
"Hey! That won't do. The training syllabus requires us to hone our skills, especially the ability to fly 10 meters close to the water's surface!"
Pang Guoxing shook his head and rejected Jiang Xia's suggestion, emphasizing the phrase "flying 10 meters close to the water surface".
"That way, the enemy's radar won't be able to detect us!"
Pang Guoxing raised his eyebrows and held his hands in mid-air. His left hand clasped up like an airplane, and he even imitated an engine sound, "Whoosh..."
He gestured a short distance, then suddenly raised his left hand and slammed it hard into the outstretched right hand, "Bang..."
Watching Pang Guoxing's actions, "flying 10 meters close to the water..." Jiang Xia repeated a few times, and instantly understood: "This is, this is using the bald eagle's aircraft carrier as a hypothetical enemy?"
"Hehehe..." Pang Guoxing smiled without saying a word.
"If there were a more advanced model, wouldn't you be able to avoid taking such a risk?" Jiang Xia put down his laptop and said to Pang Guoxing seriously.
"Commander Pang, I've always believed that people are the most important thing. Especially for pilots like you, every experienced pilot is worth their weight in gold!"
"Machines, if they break, we'll just build more! The worst thing is when we've built a ton of airplanes but nobody wants to fly them!"
Pang Guoxing agreed with a smile, though it was clearly a perfunctory response. However, the tall, thin man next to him looked at Jiang Xia with a different expression.
Don't get me wrong, it's the look of surprise and delight when you meet someone who shares your interests...
"Report! Enemy aircraft confirmed to have crashed into the sea! Our KJ-1 is circling at low altitude. The enemy aircraft has not yet sunk. Should we attempt to salvage it?"
The radio, which had been quiet for a while, crackled to life again with a report from the front lines. Jiang Xia twitched his fingers, finally unable to resist bringing the communicator to his lips: "Retrieve as much as you can! I'm quite curious about their missile-remote control technology... By the way, can we retrieve the missiles ahead as well?"
"can!"
A familiar accent barged in rudely.
"Uncle Navy?"
"Hey! It's me, that's right! Whatever you want, your uncle will always give you. Hey? How about I send you an enlistment letter too? We navy people wear white uniforms! Want a sailor shirt? Paired with a ribbon hat, even the puppies in the compound would want one..."
Before he could finish speaking, the radio station fell silent again.
The people in the control tower twitched their lips, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and just looking at the little guy in front of them, they began to wonder if they had soldered their circuit boards wrong.
"That's impossible! How could the digital call suddenly drop? The circuit board was already integrated..."
Pang Guoxing hid the unplugged radio power cord behind his back: "Hey, let's fix it when we get back. It's normal for new things to malfunction a little. Let's go eat first! Besides, the navy uniforms are too thin. They're nowhere near as good as our air force leather jackets!"
After Jiang Xia and his group left the command tower, the tall, thin man followed far behind him.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped forward and asked, "Comrade Jiang Xia! Do you... do you have some time?"
Jiang Xia peeked out from behind Old Wang and waved happily to the tall, thin man: "Yes! I'll treat you to dinner! Can you tell me some stories about your life?"
"By the way, what is your surname?"
"Uh, no need for formalities, my surname is Lu, Lu Xiaopeng!"
"Oh, that accent... you are...?"
"I used to work on 112, then I moved to 320..."
Jiang Xia's legs trembled. "Boss, I have a pair of knees, do you want them?"