Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1255 Picking the Brightest Spots (6k)

For Wang Dezhu and Xie Jianye, personally taking charge of the Want Want team might just lead to a complete turnaround, which would be a waste of their previous experience and qualifications. That's why Gao Zhendong said that.

Given their current situation, it's enough for them to just initiate and manage this; they don't have the time to delve into it deeply.

Given their positions and special circumstances—one having a district with a No. 3 rolling mill and the other working at the No. 3 rolling mill—they should be able to smoothly use this opportunity to get started, which could also enhance their qualifications and prepare them for the future.

Especially this time, the reason I initially realized the car was dangerous was because of my own nose...

Damn, Gao Zhendong felt like something was wrong, and he felt a little offended.

Was it my own idea? Then it's alright.

"Hey, what the old platoon leader said is interesting."

"Yes, yes, dogs can do a lot of things..."

Just as the two were about to make their move, Gao Zhendong stopped them. There are no good police dog breeds in China right now. The Caiyun dog has started to be bred, but it hasn't yielded any results yet. It is a well-rounded dog, but that was in the 80s. It's too late to solve the immediate problem.

As for country dogs, their temperament is unstable and they are difficult to manage. They are good dogs, though; at least they know to call for help when they fight... no, I mean, to call for help.

If these two immortals were allowed to spread their influence and try to impose everything on dogs, it's unlikely that any results would be achieved even by the 80s.

"You guys, don't overthink it, and don't give the dog too many tasks. Just one task is enough—smell it!"

Gao Zhendong said.

"Huh? I think Gouzi is quite capable; he can do a little bit of everything," Wang Dezhu said.

Xie Jianye nodded repeatedly, indicating that he agreed.

Gao Zhendong was too lazy to explain and said directly, "Believe me, if we give them too many tasks, they won't be able to handle them all at once. No one would give newcomers who have just been assigned work too heavy a task, right?"

Gao Zhendong's words calmed the two down. It seemed to make sense; the dog's greatest strength was its nose, so they might as well make full use of that.

"Hey, right, right, you can find the criminal by smelling their gloves, that's good." In those days, there wasn't a very strict distinction between criminals and criminal suspects, so Wang Dezhu's statement wasn't entirely wrong.

Gao Zhendong shook his head again: "No, no, no, my suggestion is that these kinds of random tasks are too much of a test for the dogs. After all, it's just the beginning. Why don't you guys join forces and use this incident as an opportunity and a starting point to develop bomb-sniffing dogs!"

"Explosion dog?"

"Yes, just focus on one point and ignore the rest. It's the point that's most important right now, and it'll be easier for you to get things done. The amount of commonly used explosives is limited, and they all have very distinctive smells. With a clear objective, the dogs are easier to train. If you're too greedy and want the dogs to do everything, you might end up with nothing. And there's an advantage to this: it's not too picky about the breed of dog."

Explosives have a smell, including detonators; as for what that smell is, it's quite obvious. For example, a famous explosive during the S2 era was called "picric acid," and you can tell what it was like just from the name.

As for the breed of dog, bomb-sniffing dogs aren't too picky, at least not in terms of size. However, Golden Retrievers aren't a good fit, as they're too greedy.

After Gao Zhendong's meticulous explanation, Wang Dezhu and Xie Jianye's eyes lit up. Gao Zhendong then said to Lou Xiao'e, "Cut some more cured meat and steam it, let the two of them discuss it here. I'm telling you, this cured meat is from Guizhou, it's delicious."

The two men were practically drooling: "Thank you for your trouble, sister-in-law." These men were like brothers, addressing each other's wives as "sister-in-law."

Lou Xiao'e was overjoyed and happily went to prepare, leaving the men there to discuss it.

Gao Zhendong came up with the idea: just kill them and don't bury them. Let the two of them discuss it. They are both section-level cadres with rich work experience. Once Gao Zhendong takes the lead, they know how to complete the rest.
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"Our operation has been discovered by the other side. These old adversaries are still as skilled as ever." In the secret investigation bureau of Dangui Province, the superior in charge of the operation listened to the broadcast notification transcribed from the communications room with a sigh.

"What a pity for our brave warrior, he was killed by the security officers as soon as he entered the gate." His subordinates were also looking at this. The broadcast announcement clearly stated that the spy was shot and killed by the factory's retired veteran security officers while trying to approach the target area after entering the factory gate.

The people on the other side are amazing; even veterans can be this good.

"It's a pity that his loyalty was all for naught," the boss lamented. But whether he was lamenting the death of the man's "loyalty" or "wasted" is unknown, as the difference between the two is significant.

"Sir, what about his wife and children who stayed here..."

"Just cross it off the list, it's pointless anyway." The boss shook his head, what a pity.

"Shouldn't we show some appreciation... after all, he is..." the subordinate suggested.

"Forget it..." The boss shook his head, as if seeing the reluctant expression on his subordinate's face, and added, "It's not that I'm heartless, it's just that there's nowhere to spend the money. You know the old man's habits."

"Yes!" The subordinate didn't say anything more. He was just trying his best to remind his superior and fill in the gaps. As for making decisions, it was not his place to make them, nor was it something he should get entangled in.

In fact, in his view, being able to cross their names off the list was already the greatest fortune for that mother and daughter.

At this moment, he felt that something else was more important: "Sir, I feel that there's something wrong with their actions."

"Oh? Tell me about it?" The boss knew that his subordinate might not be decisive enough, but he was definitely thoughtful enough. He was a typical advisor who was good at planning but not decisive enough, and he could always see something hidden behind the surface.

“These kinds of clandestine matters are usually kept secret by both sides, so their decision to make them public is itself unusual,” the subordinate said.

"Maybe their style is changing? Like our colonel, they proactively notified us, didn't they?" The superior felt his subordinate was being a bit overly anxious. But speaking of this colonel, the superior felt a pang of unease, a sting of embarrassment.

“He’s different; he has a special status.” The subordinate didn’t say much, trusting that his superior would understand.

The boss was taken aback: "You mean, they're thinking of announcing to the world that they have a legitimate reason for their actions?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm afraid of! Are they laying the groundwork for some kind of follow-up action? Having a legitimate reason for their actions is their habit." There are plenty of smart people out there who have gone through all this trouble with us.

"Well... you're right, we can't be too careful. But there's no need to worry. Their forces here were completely eradicated more than a decade ago, so they have nothing to target." This is called judging others by one's own standards; just because one is engaging in underhanded tactics doesn't mean others will too.

They were very confident in their ability to disrupt underground operations. They believed that even if their adversaries wanted to do something, they wouldn't be able to find a target. They didn't even know what the roads looked like, and even if they did have a target, they wouldn't have anyone to carry it out.

He just forgot that we have a habit: you fight your way, I fight mine, and we don't necessarily have to follow the enemy's rhythm and pace.

However, the thought of this made his heart ache again. The colonel was indeed a capable officer, and losing him would be a huge blow to his superior.

"Sir, you are so calm, composed, and confident. I am ashamed of my own in comparison." Now that everything that needed to be said had been said, and the other party had also made corresponding plans, what was there to do but stand there and start flattering them?
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In a certain location in Beijing, military personnel are working on a batch of photographs.

The photos aren't very clear, but you can still make out what's inside. Several photos are potential targets, just in different locations. Even though the resolution isn't very clear, you can still get a general idea, and at least you can vaguely make out the shape of the ship.

South, Central, or North?

"The south is fine, the north isn't suitable. First, it's too close to their puppet government's location, which is quite sensitive. Second, the north isn't for military purposes; besides warships, there are also fishing boats and merchant ships belonging to civilians in that area. If there's an accidental collision, it wouldn't be good." To be honest, none of the comrades here didn't want to go to the north, but the timing wasn't right yet.

"I also prefer the south. There's not much in the middle, and the target area is full of forward-deployed warships. There are a lot of big ones, so there's not much to worry about when we fight. We can easily get some results."

"Yes, this area is good because its ships are directly exposed, unlike the north, where they are recessed a distance inward. This way, the possibility of accidental damage is much smaller."

"Well, if we agree, then we'll decide on the forward mobile forces in the southern region."

"I agree." *N, the comrades all agreed.

"What weapons?"

"Laser-guided bombs are definitely not an option. They require specific illumination. This is like performing surgery on the enemy; it's a one-touch, one-way operation. We can't put our pilot comrades in danger."

Laser-guided bombs are extremely accurate, but the necessary conditions are not met.

"TV-guided? This thing can be thrown over there and might even pick and choose which targets to hit." This is another type of weapon capable of precision strikes, and it's a good option. Because the human is in the loop, image-guided aiming can have unexpected benefits.

"The missile-borne camera doesn't work very well at night, and we were planning to launch the attack at night. Moreover, even if it hits, it could easily reveal that we have long-range guided bombs. You know, we've hit so many Zombie III targets without revealing this thing. I think we should save the best for critical moments."

"Well, I don't recommend using this either. If there weren't other weapons that could achieve the same effect, that would be fine, but the key is that we have weapons. And although this doesn't require the illumination and the direction of the attack aircraft, there are still requirements for controlling the distance. The aircraft can't disengage after firing, which isn't ideal either."

Since we are initiating the initiative, we have ample room for choice in terms of timing and weaponry, striving to take all aspects into account and minimize the danger to our comrades participating in the battle.

"Well, then there's only one option left. It appears a lot, so it doesn't matter."

"Okay, this one will be fired and forgotten. Although it doesn't have as much explosive as a bomb, the semi-armor-piercing warhead with its own velocity makes up for that. Let's take it!"

The comrades present nodded in agreement; this was a mature weapon that had been proven in numerous battles.

"Then let's formulate a battle plan..."
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The following day at noon, at an airport in eastern Guangdong, six aircraft took off one after another, flying towards the southeast. This was an attack formation consisting of two Attack-5 fighters and four Fighter-7 fighters; it was merely a punitive exercise, not a decisive battle, and this size of formation was sufficient.

2架攻-5各挂了2枚争先-62K空射反舰导弹，而战-7则是一副武装到牙齿的样子，机腹复合挂架两枚雷电-2半主动雷达拦射弹，机翼内侧挂点各一个副油箱，机翼外侧挂点复合挂架1枚雷电-2加1枚雷电-3，2油4中2近，武德爆表！

In fact, all six aircraft were modified with pulse-Doppler radar, which was being tested in small batches. Relying solely on the radar system, they were able to successfully complete night flight and night combat missions.

Night flights, once a means for the enemy to defend themselves and harass our side, have now become a powerful tool for us to complete our missions.

However, we did not choose to launch the attack at night. The main reason was to coordinate with the Be-6 seaplane patrol aircraft that flew in earlier from western Guangdong Province. It was not because the aircraft lacked night flight capabilities, but because it was tasked with search and rescue missions. Just in case, and search and rescue is not easy at night, we chose to launch the attack during the day to ensure the safety of the pilots to the greatest extent possible.

With a range of approximately 350 kilometers, which is beyond the reach of search and rescue helicopter formations, the long-range Be-6, with its water takeoff and landing capabilities, can complete search and rescue missions.

"Bird's Nest, Bird's Nest! This is Haiying 01. Haiying formation complete! Requesting sortie!"

"Sea Eagle 01, sortie permission granted! We wish you success in completing your mission!" the commander in the command center ordered.

The formation continued flying in an east-southeast direction. They were going to fly a little further south of Dangui Province, around the western islands of Dangui, and then a little north to reach their destination. The entire journey was about 350 kilometers, which was not a problem for the aircraft in the formation. Even a low-high-low profile was no problem, since they were all modified versions with bomb bays removed for fuel.

There are no air force bases on the western islands opposite, but there are radars. It's best to stay as far away as possible.

The formation made a low-altitude advance at a distance of 100 meters from the sea surface. The pulse PD radar can not only complete night navigation, but also carry out ultra-low-altitude surprise attacks, and it is very reliable.

At this altitude, the enemy's land-based radar could detect the formation at a range of no more than 40 kilometers. Considering that the enemy's naval and air forces had been largely withdrawn from the west coast for fear of being attacked, they were safe until they approached the target.

The electronic reconnaissance vessel, positioned roughly in the middle of the waterway, also confirmed this, noting that no enemy combat aircraft had been detected at sea.

The six planes speeding along created ripples on the sea; the distance was less than an hour's flight for the planes.

"Attention formation, upon reaching the first navigation point, change course to XXX east-northeast," Haiying 01 ordered in the encrypted channel.

Flying to this point means the aircraft has already covered nearly 300 kilometers. The attack launch point is less than 70 kilometers away. This point is about 50 kilometers from the target area. The attacking aircraft will not be able to fly much further. The remaining distance is the mission of the Strike-62K.

转向之后没多久，海鹰01下达命令：“编队爬升！海鹰02、03、04随我上高度，海鹰05、06准备发起攻击。”

On the sea, fishermen from Danggui Province, who were out fishing, stared in disbelief at the formation flying overhead and climbing.

The plan was simple: after flying a certain distance, the formation would climb from low altitude to attack altitude, with the two attack-5 bombers numbered 05 and 06 carrying out the attack. As for the four fighter-7s, they would climb higher than the attack-5s to cover the attack aircraft in completing their mission.

The entire formation began climbing at top speed, and at that moment, the enemy finally realized something was wrong.

"Four high-speed targets detected 60 kilometers west-southwest! Speed ​​XXX, altitude XXX. All units, please verify whether our training aircraft are present in this area?"

The formation was very close to the enemy. The radar that the Americans sold them was not just for show. At such close range, it could accurately measure the number, altitude, and speed.

Radar stations near the target area detected the aircraft that had taken the lead and climbed to a height above the detection altitude. Not only them, but even radar stations located in the western islands detected them.

After a flurry of verification, they finally confirmed that the four planes belonged to the other side!

No, not four. By this time, the other two attack-5s had also reached attack altitude and turned on their radars.

Why did the other side attack? Why did they dare to attack? Why did they dare to penetrate so deep into enemy territory? They didn't have time to find the answers to these questions; they only knew that they had to stop the enemy's planes!

Even though their naval and air forces have been significantly reduced, there are still aircraft on duty over their land and along their coast. At this moment, four aircraft on duty received an interception order and attacked the attack formation.

"Attention, 4 enemy aircraft, direction XXX, altitude XXX, speed XXX, distance 40 kilometers."

The Seahawk formation had almost reached the attack point, while four enemy aircraft were swooping in from the direction of the island.

However, their movements were completely exposed to the PD radar of the Fighter-7.

"Sea Eagle 05, 06, you can attack without worry, leave them to us!" Sea Eagle 01 said.

After saying that, he began to give orders: "Fighter formation, jettison auxiliary fuel tanks and engage in free-fire!"

The enemy planes were still some distance from our formation, but the external fuel tanks were already empty and were of no use. If we weren't in an air battle, we could have brought them back, but now that the enemy planes were attacking, we had to jettison the external fuel tanks.

"Two interceptors, fire!"

"Two interceptors, fire!"

In the formation channel, announcements of missile launches rose and fell, as eight Thunder-2 missiles, trailing plumes of white smoke, flew forward.

In reality, the air battle at this time was rather uneventful. In fact, if the enemy planes hadn't been alerted by the ground, they wouldn't have known that we were less than 30 kilometers away from them, a distance that is invisible to the naked eye.

They were completely unaware that missiles were already flying towards them.

At this moment, the two attack-5 bombers were facing a dilemma: with so many signals in the target area, which one should they shoot?
The signal density is so high that if the PD radar were not good enough, it would be completely blurred into a single image. However, if the radar performance is not good enough, there might not even be any signals at all, because they would be overwhelmed by clutter and become invisible.

"Which one to shoot?" The weapon operator's hands on the Haiying 05 were a little numb; he was feeling a bit too happy.

"Shoot the biggest one!" That's all the pilot could say, since he could only see the radar screen and couldn't really tell the difference.

The weapons operator readily complied, locked onto the brightest signal, and pressed the missile launch button.

Beneath the wing of the Attack-5, a Zhengxian-62K missile dipped downwards, then emitted a long plume of smoke and flew forward.

He locked onto another signal and launched a second missile.

In reality, as long as they lock onto any one of these signals, the missiles they launch can hit a target.

Like the 05, the 06 also fired two sharp swords from under its fuselage.

Both attack-5 aircraft simultaneously nosedived, turned backward, and prepared to return to low altitude.

"Seahawk-05 attack complete! You may withdraw!"

"Seahawk-06 attack complete! You may withdraw!"

The formation channel received a report from two attack aircraft.

"Seahawk 05, 06, you two retreat first according to plan. We'll handle this and then follow up!" Seahawk 01 ordered.

They cannot be removed and must remain exposed to radiation for the time being.

We can't let the cooked duck fly away! At this moment, the four enemy planes flying in the sky are like flying medals of honor.

Moreover, if they disengage now, the semi-active radar missile will be rendered useless, and if the four enemy aircraft catch up, the retreating formation will be in a very passive position.

From the moment the four fighter-7s launched their missiles, it all took a long time, but in reality, only a few dozen seconds, while the four enemy planes were desperately trying to get ahead.

They never expected that, without a sound, the Black and White Impermanence had already descended and were preparing to collect souls.

The enemy plane at the very back of the four-plane formation suddenly saw a flash of fire erupt at the very front of the formation, without even seeing where the enemy was. Their planes were quite old; they didn't even have radar warnings, let alone any enemy.

"Someone's been hit! Someone's been hit!" He could only shout desperately into the radio, as if that would save the planes in front of him.

The first aircraft hit tumbled downwards with its nose severed. The enemy aircraft behind it didn't even have time to see if a parachute had deployed from the nose before missiles came flying in one after another. Some missiles passed by, but others didn't.

Two more planes were hit, falling down with red flames and black smoke. All of this happened so fast that the last plane in the formation didn't even have time to shout a few times before it was already like this.

He was lucky.

Without an early warning aircraft, the four fighter-7s could not assign a target, and the enemy aircraft was not targeted.

Semi-active radar missiles lack the ability to actively switch targets. After all targets have been shot down and the first strike misses, there's no time to switch targets, and they fly away into the distance, self-destructing in mid-air. Debris may fall, but don't worry, the empty shell after self-destruction cannot be replicated.

(End of this chapter)