Rise from the sword

Chapter 637

Number [-] Downing Street.

As soon as the sound of explosions stopped, Fatty Qiu rushed out of the underground air-raid shelter in a hurry regardless of the dissuasion of the guards with him, and called the chief person in charge of the air defense.

"How many bombers were shot down today?"

Fatty Qiu looked forward to it.

It is daytime.

Today's English Channel, as well as the British Isles, is clear and cloudless. Although it is not cloudless, this does not prevent today from being an excellent weather suitable for flying.

At this time, Mustache came to bomb, and the nearly ten thousand fighter jets entrenched in the British mainland would let him know what it means to beat a dog with a meat bun.

back and forth.

A newly learned word emerged in Fatty Qiu's mind.

"It hasn't been counted yet."

The general in charge of air defense wanted to slap this fat man to death.

The bombers of the Germans have just left, and the anti-aircraft fighters haven't even landed yet, so you ask me to tell you how many enemy bombers you shot down? !Do you think I am God, how many German planes can be seen falling when you close your eyes?
Counting the number of enemy planes shot down is not a simple matter even now.

First of all, the staff needs to count all the results of the pilots participating in the battle, and then remove the overlapping results according to the battlefield division, and then verify it with the photo of the camera gun. After all, it is an old tradition to lie about the results of the battle.

For the Prime Minister, you can't just make up a random number like a press conference.

During the investigation, investigators are also required to investigate the wreckage of the bomber that fell, and combine the data of the statistical staff to further confirm the authenticity of the results.

Based on the number of airports and squadrons in the British mainland, even if it is roughly estimated, it will take one and a half days to get the results at the fastest. If the statistics are accurate, it will take at least three days.

"However, it is roughly estimated that between 180 and [-] planes were shot down."

After all, it is the boss, the boss, the immediate superior, and the person in charge still gave a perfunctory answer. Of course, according to the recent air defense experience, this number is probably accurate, and the actual shot down will not be much worse.

"So much?"

Fatty Qiu also knew in his heart that the number given by the person in charge was not accurate enough, but it would not be too far off.

The maximum number of shots shot down today is 250, which will not exceed this number.

Very good.

It's just that this is too different from what he expected. According to his idea, it is daytime and all fighter jets can take off, including the latest jet fighter 'Meteor' in service.

At least five hundred must be shot down, right?

"The enemy dispatched escort fighter jets this time."

"Some of these shot downs were enemy fighter jets escorting them."

The head of air defense explained:

"Although the number is not large, according to pilot feedback, this jet fighter has very good performance and high speed, providing a relatively safe corridor for bombers."

"Furthermore, the enemy bombers still drop their bombs quickly at an altitude of 7000 meters, and then increase the altitude and leave. The contact time is very short. At altitudes above [-] meters, except for the 'Meteor' fighter jets, other fighter jets cannot reach it."

"No wonder."

Fatty Qiu was stunned.

He also wondered how the mustache dared to launch a bombing in the daytime. It turned out that this was the case, and it was escorted by new jet fighters.

At this time, Fatty Qiu was actually in a good mood.

Although the shooting down of the enemy bomber was much lower than expected, the bombing at an altitude of 7000 meters is doomed to not have many results, and London has not many strategic targets. Even if the mustache is lucky, it will damage a little more buildings.

"What about the loss in London?"

Fatty Qiu asked casually.

"The enemy dropped about [-] tons of bombs, and the buildings were seriously damaged. In the factory area, five factories were severely damaged, [-] were slightly damaged, and two power plants were damaged, one of which lost its ability to generate electricity. "

After being bombed for so long, the John Bulls have also become more experienced, and have organized a manual process to report losses as soon as possible.

Fatty Qiu's mouth twitched.

The damage is not important, and it is acceptable, but the loss is not small. A bomb of [-] tons at a time is a bit much, even if it is dropped from high altitude, the damage effect is also strong.

Sudden.

Jingle Bell···

The phone rang, and a secretary answered the phone immediately, and then reported to Fatty Qiu:

"It is reported that the 'Meteor' assembly plant was bombed and the production line was severely damaged. It is estimated that it will take one and a half months to resume production."

"what happened?"

Fatty Qiu's complexion immediately changed.

The Meteor is the only jet aircraft currently in service with the Allied Forces.

As for the Americans, because there is no demand, although their jet aircraft has been approved for a long time, they have not been able to get many resources, so their development is slow.Accelerated only after the German jet appeared, but it was too late.

He also counted on a little more meteors, and then completely wiped out Mustache's bomber group.

Moreover, the 'Meteor' factory is far away from London, and has been concealed and reinforced, so how could it be bombed?
Also suffered serious losses.

The secretary who answered the phone naturally didn't understand the situation, so he could only report what he knew:

"The factory was bombed by fifty bombers. The enemy used low-altitude precision bombing, because the flying brigade responsible for the air defense of the factory area went to London to support, so..."

Low-altitude precision bombing... Fatty Qiu's face froze.

Although he didn't know the idiom of making a difference, Fatty Qiu knew that he had been tricked, and Yingjili had been tricked.

The enemy used large-scale bombing of London, mobilized the British Empire's local fighter force, and then took the opportunity to bomb the factory. The enemy must have detailed information about the 'Meteor' factory, otherwise it would be impossible to accurately find the location of the factory.

He thought about the bombing of mainland America.

It is also a large number of important factories, and the facilities suffered from precision bombing and suffered heavy losses.

Because of the emphasis, all those responsible for the air defense of the factory area are jet-type 'Meteors'. Because the number of jet fighters is seriously insufficient, 'Meteors' are excitedly deployed.

"Let them fix it as quickly as possible."

After taking a few deep breaths, Fatty Qiu could only choose to accept the reality:

"In addition, an independent air defense unit is formed to be responsible for the air defense of the factory."

The chief of air defense is here, and the order is quickly carried out.

Facing a series of blows, Fatty Qiu only felt a little dizzy. After everyone left, the pain didn't ease, but aggravated further. He quickly leaned back on the chair and rubbed his forehead.

Seeing this, the guards on the side quickly called the doctor.

Smoking, obesity, and advanced age, this man was 65 years old when he became prime minister. It is conceivable that Fatty Qiu is not in good health.

The doctor didn't do anything. After checking with a blood pressure monitor, he gave the Prime Minister a few pills. Afterwards, Fatty Qiu felt his headache relieved, and he was greatly relieved.

With great power in his hands, at this critical moment of world change, he doesn't want to give up the power in his hands, let alone die.

"The medicine works well."

Fatty Qiu looked at the medicine he took.

Compared with the cripple on the opposite shore, the bearded man in the North Pole, his physical condition is actually pretty good. Although he also has high blood pressure, unlike the cripple, he often suffers from small strokes. The only thing that can't compare to him is the mustache.

Especially recently, after taking cardiovascular drugs and drugs to control blood pressure, his complexion has even gradually improved.

"How much does this medicine cost?"

Fatty Qiu asked suddenly.

He suddenly remembered that this medicine came from the group that disgusted him before, and the full set of Chinese characters on the bottle explained this all the time, which made him a little upset and felt like he was being slaughtered.

After all, back then the British Empire was the man holding the scissors and the other was a sheep.

Now his identity is reversed, which makes him feel very unbeautiful.

"They're all $[-] a bottle."

The doctor's answer made Fatty Qiu's face darken.

He has been taking these two drugs for some time, one is antihypertensive drugs and the other is cardiovascular and cerebrovascular drugs.

He has to take one pill a day for antihypertensive drugs, a bottle can last for 30 days, and three pills a day for cardiovascular and cerebrovascular drugs, a bottle can last fifteen days.

That means he's spending $[-] a month on drugs alone.

High blood pressure and heart disease are very common, especially among the elderly rich. In addition, these two drugs are very effective, and many rich people will definitely buy these two drugs.

The glory of the empire on which the sun never sets for hundreds of years has definitely left behind many rich people.

That's a minimum income of $3000 million per month.

Grab money!
Arms are not so profitable.

Fatty Qiu felt a pain in his heart.

He doesn't know how much this medicine costs, but he can be sure that the profit of this medicine is absolutely very high, so high that he dare not even think about it.As for the blockade, he didn't have the idea either.

The blockade can only make it impossible for ordinary people in the country to buy medicines.And the price of a bottle of [-] US dollars has cut off the possibility.

As for the rich, they have countless ways to get this medicine, and they don't even need to pay attention. Naturally, someone will deliver the medicine to them, and they only need to pay for it.

"Can it be imitated?"

Fatty Qiu then asked.

He remembered that these kinds of drugs had not been registered as patents, that is to say, if they were imitated, there would be no disputes, or even be possible.

"Not currently possible."

The private doctor replied:

"I have contacted a domestic pharmaceutical factory. The composition of this drug is complex. Although there is a rough composition list, it is impossible to judge its internal composition and structure in a short time, and the production process is also impossible to start."

As soon as this medicine appeared, countless pharmaceutical companies thought about weaving, but all of them failed.

Drugs for high blood pressure sprouted in the 40s, but the drugs in that period were less effective and lasted for a short time. The drugs that appeared in the 50s had improved effects, but had great side effects.

However, the system produces medicines from the 70s, and the technology has directly broken the gap of decades, with advanced technology, good material efficiency, and few side effects.

Generation difference rolling.

"President Luo is also taking this medicine, right?"

Fatty Qiu suddenly changed his tone.

"Correct."

The doctor nodded:
"He needs to take six medicines, all bought from there, costing $[-] a month."

As Fatty Qiu's personal doctor, he had communicated with the president's personal doctor on the other side of the ocean, and knew some of his physical condition.

"Six kinds, seventy thousand dollars."

Fatty Qiu felt better instantly.

Six medicines, three times as much as him, and $[-] a month, more than twice as much as him.

But Fatty Qiu thought about it.

The GDP of the United States is three times that of the British Empire, and the gap is still widening. In an instant, he was in a bad mood again.

and.

There are only a lot more rich people in the United States than in the British Empire. That is to say, for these few drugs alone, the group of yellow monkeys has an income of [-] million US dollars, and [-]% of them are profits.

Fatty Qiu felt even more depressed.

(End of this chapter)