Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

As soon as the Hongqi sedan rushed into the gate of the Shenzhou Bureau, the piercing air raid siren blared like a ghost's wail, almost piercing people's eardrums.

The red warning lights spun wildly in the night, turning the entire base a blood-red color.

"What's going on? An air raid?"

Lin Qinghan's expression changed, and she subconsciously grabbed the handrail.

"It's not an air raid, it's an emergency military intelligence briefing."

Shen Jinghong pushed open the car door, and before she could even stand properly, Chen Weiguo rushed up to her with an anxious look on his face, the telegram in his hand soaked with sweat.

"Chief! Urgent message from the front lines!"

Chen Weiguo's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot; he was clearly stunned upon receiving the news. "The Americans... have gone mad!"

"Let's go inside and talk."

Shen Jinghong strode into the operations room, ripped off the scarf around his neck, and tossed it onto the sofa.

"read!"

"yes!"

Chen Weiguo took a deep breath, unfolded the telegram, and spoke in a heavy tone as if he were reading a verdict:

"Early yesterday morning, the U.S. military deployed three B-29 Superfortress bomber wings, totaling 120 heavy bombers, to carry out carpet bombing of the Yalu River and our army's logistics supply lines."

"Carpet bombing?"

Lin Qinghan gasped.

That was the scorched earth tactic used by the US military during World War II against the Japanese mainland. Wherever it went, nothing grew; not even an ant could survive.

"How much damage did you suffer?" Shen Jinghong asked expressionlessly, but his hand on the table clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"It was a terrible tragedy."

Chen Weiguo lowered his head, not daring to look Shen Jinghong in the eye. "The No. 3 supply depot was razed to the ground. The two thousand tons of winter clothing and food that had just been transported there... were all destroyed. And an engineering battalion responsible for repairing the railway... was completely wiped out."

"Those beasts!"

Chen Weiguo slammed his fist against the wall, causing plaster to crumble. "They're taking advantage of their high altitude and large payload to bully us because our air defenses can't reach them!"

In this era, the B-29 is a behemoth in the sky.

Flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters, with a payload of up to 9 tons, our ground artillery can't reach them. Although the F-86s are capable of firing, there are too few of them, and we can't cover both front and rear.

"The Americans have been hurt badly and are starting to overturn the table."

Shen Jinghong walked to the huge battle map, his eyes fixed on the vulnerable supply line.

That old fox MacArthur, unable to win on the front lines, resorted to these underhanded tactics aimed at cutting off supplies and letting hundreds of thousands of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers freeze and starve to death on the snowy plains.

"Since they have no sense of martial ethics, then don't blame us for being ruthless."

Shen Jinghong turned around abruptly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Qinghan, bring me that blue file folder."

Lin Qinghan was taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening, walked to the safe, and took out a sealed file folder.

"This is……"

"I originally intended to save it for the Lunar New Year, but now it seems I'll have to send this big gift to the US ahead of schedule."

Shen Jinghong took the file folder, tore open the seal, pulled out a huge blueprint, and slammed it onto the table.

"Snapped!"

The drawings are unfolded.

It was a truck, but instead of cargo, it carried a row of densely packed, organ-like launch tubes on its back.

Pointing diagonally to the sky, it is ferocious and terrifying.

"This is... a Katyusha?"

Chen Weiguo's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had seen this thing in movies; it was a major weapon of the Soviets, capable of covering several acres with a single salvo, and it was a nightmare for infantry.

Yes and no.

Shen Jinghong picked up a red and blue pencil and heavily circled the bullet point on the drawing, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"The Russian Katyusha rocket has a range of only 8 kilometers and poor accuracy; it's basically just a loud bang."

"The one I'm going to build will have double the range, starting at 20 kilometers! But that's not the point."

He pointed to the deliberately enlarged cross-section of the warhead, his voice low and menacing, like a devil tempting people to hell:

"The key point is that I gave it a new 'heart'."

"I'm not using explosives, I'm using... a thermobaric fuel tank."

"Cloud-based explosive?"

Lin Qinghan and Chen Weiguo looked at each other, clearly unaware of this advanced term.

"Simply put, it's a bomb that can ignite the air."

Shen Jinghong gestured with her fingers in the air as if an explosion was spreading, her eyes flashing with a chilling light:

"When the shells land, they don't explode immediately. Instead, they spray out a cloud of high-energy fuel mist that instantly covers the entire position and seeps into every bunker, trench, and even rat hole."

"Then, detonate it a second time."

"boom--!"

Shen Jinghong clenched his fist tightly:

"This cloud of mist will ignite instantly, generating a temperature of 2500 degrees Celsius! Even more terrifying, it will instantly drain all the oxygen within the blast radius!"

"Americans hiding in trenches, even if they weren't burned to death, would suffocate painfully because the air in their lungs would be sucked out instantly!"

"This is... a thermobaric weapon."

The conference room was deathly silent.

Chen Weiguo felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.

This is hardly a weapon.

This is clearly purgatory! It's like bringing the raging fires of the eighteenth level of hell directly to the human world!

Just thinking about that scene sends chills down my spine.

"Chief... isn't this... isn't this too cruel?"

Chen Weiguo swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

"cruel?"

Shen Jinghong sneered, his gaze sweeping over the telegram on the table concerning the B-29 bombing raids, his voice as cold as eternal ice:

"When they threw napalm bombs at us, did they talk about cruelty?"

"When they burned our wounded alive in the hospital, did they show any humanity?"

"To deal with wild beasts, you must use methods even more brutal than the beasts themselves! Beat them until they feel pain! Beat them until they are terrified! Beat them until they wet their pants at the sound of a howl for the rest of their lives!"

"Will you do it or not?!"

Shen Jinghong roared angrily.

"Dry!"

Chen Weiguo snapped to attention, his fear instantly replaced by the flames of revenge in his eyes. "Even if it means going to hell, I'll follow the bureau chief!"

"good!"

Shen Jinghong picked up a pen and wrote several large characters in a flowing, elegant style at the top of the drawing.

The pen strokes are sharp as knives, penetrating the paper with force.

It wasn't some complicated code name, nor some obscure number.

Instead, they are two Chinese characters that possess a distinctly Eastern charm, yet exude boundless power—

**[Dongfeng]**

"Since it's a rocket launcher that we modified ourselves, we can't call it a foreign name like Katyusha anymore."

Shen Jinghong put down his pen, staring at the two characters with a deep and distant gaze:

"The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of flowers, and blows down stars like rain."

"This first powerful weapon will be called... Dongfeng-0!"

"From this day forward, our truth will be called the East Wind!"

He turned around and looked at the dark night sky outside the window, as if he could already see the fire dragons flying all over the sky, and the sea of ​​fire that terrified the enemy.

"Pass on my orders!"

"The Shenzhou Spacecraft has halted all operations to focus entirely on producing the Dongfeng-0 rocket!"

"Three days! I'm only giving you three days!"

"Three days from now, I want the first batch of 'Dongfeng' missiles delivered to the front lines!"

Shen Jinghong's voice echoed in the conference room, carrying an undeniable resolve:

"Doesn't the US like carpet bombing? Didn't they object?"

"Then let's take advantage of this momentum and give them a good talking-to!"

"Keep blowing until they submit!"