Reborn in 2011, I am the chief designer of aerospace.

Chapter 82 Saturn Radar Station No. 31

Suppressing his helplessness, Song Xingye returned to his post dejectedly.

The next period of time was spent waiting patiently in five places: Weinan, Jimo, Xiamen, Tianjin, and Kunming.

The Space Force's tracking and control units deployed radar to emit radar beams into the nearby airspace, creating a fixed energy wall.

If any metallic artifact matching the characteristics of the Forbes crashes into this net, the echo will immediately trigger an alarm.

Radio enthusiasts from surrounding cities also spontaneously drove there, set up homemade antennas on the hilltop, and received all electromagnetic wave data without hesitation.

However, for two whole days, they found nothing.

Although the test team was somewhat discouraged, they did not suspect that Song Xingye had marked the wrong control points; they simply assumed that their luck had not yet arrived.

But Song Xingye realized that this couldn't go on.

With the mindset of "what can't be done, might as well try," he took the initiative to find the white goose of the Baikonur Aerospace Force.

Under the dim starlight, Song Xingye searched for a long time before finally spotting Captain Lyudmila Ivanovna Volkova with her dog on a leash.

She wore a heavy military overcoat, a furry leather hat with ear flaps, and suede boots. A wide military belt cinched her waist, and a Makarov pistol was in a holster.

Even though she was wrapped up tightly, her heroic and dashing demeanor, clad in red and armed, was still palpable.

The black sun, pulled by the leash, had a keen sense of smell and recognized Song Xingye from a distance.

The big black dog whimpered excitedly, puffing out hot air, and pounced forward with a hissing sound.

Mira was clearly surprised, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You wanted to see me about something?"

"Yes, I'd like to ask you for a favor. Of course, if you're not interested, I won't force you, since I can't guarantee it will work out—"

Song Xingye spoke sincerely, and then laid out his thoughts in detail.

After R country handed over some data from the Phobos probe, which had been declared lost, Song Xingye carefully studied it and discovered that the probe had an extremely narrow communication frequency band, which had a high probability of being intercepted in the Baikonur area.

"Currently, the Eastern Country has deployed five monitoring points, which can basically cover the entire Far East region. However, Baikonur is also an area with very high predicted frequencies, and there are many intersections of predicted orbits there. So I hope you can help fill this gap!"

"No need for overly complex equipment; a P-band or L-band radar station is sufficient. This frequency band is too old; ordinary digital filters will automatically block it, and older radars are actually more likely to detect it —"

Mira listened quietly, pondered for a moment, and then posed a question: "How confident are you?"

After weighing the options in his mind, Song Xingye said in a deep voice, "At least 60%!"

Mira shook her head. "It's still too low. I don't need to waste my energy negotiating with the Uskirchet for such a small chance. But—"

She changed the subject, as if she had thought of something, and smiled, "However—Dr. Song, I do know a place where you can also listen to signals over Baikonur. It just depends on whether you have the courage to go."

Song Xingye raised an eyebrow. "What's there to be afraid of?"

Mira leaned forward slightly, her face earnestly trying to scare him: "There are quite a few wolves around there. You know, even in the cold winter of Baikonur, they're still hunting. There are packs of wolves there, anywhere from dozens to hundreds. When they come howling from afar, their green eyes flash as they approach you—"

Believe me, in just a few seconds they can devour you whole, leaving not even a bone fragment!

This horrifying description failed to frighten Song Xingye; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

He laughed: "Trying to swallow me whole? They'll have to see if their teeth are strong enough. No need to think about it, I'm going to stay there and keep watch. I won't return to base until I find the Forbes!"

Mira seemed to appreciate his attitude and finally nodded: "Alright, I can take you there. But the conditions there are extremely harsh, so you'd better be prepared."

After reporting the plan to General Manager Zhang and Engineer Chen, the two leaders discussed it for a moment and then nodded in approval.

To ensure technical support, Wang Jianxin, a chubby guy who was an expert in radar operation, was assigned to accompany them.

Before they left, Engineer Chen patted the two men on the shoulder and repeatedly told them to immediately seek help from the base if they encountered any emergencies.

Then Song Xingye, along with Wang Jianxin, waited for Mira and an old Russian man wearing glasses at the entrance of the control hall.

The Russian man, named Ivan, was the accompanying mechanic. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, wore thick-rimmed glasses, and greeted them very politely.

There was also a companion, an Alabama dog named "Black Sun".

When the dog saw Song Xingye, it kept jumping on him, looking very excited.

With no other option, he could only hug the big black dog and squeeze into the passenger seat.

Mila was driving a rugged off-road vehicle.

Once everyone was in the car and had fastened their seatbelts, she floored the accelerator, then executed a sleek and sharp drift, speeding out of the Baikonur base.

In the back seat, the chubby Wang Jianxin clutched his gear tightly, his gossipy eyes darting between Mila, who was driving, and Song Xingye, who was holding the dog.

The mechanic named Ivan was pitifully squeezed into a corner of the back seat, his already pale face from the cold becoming even more expressionless.

This was Song Xingye's first time going out openly since arriving in Baikonur.

Those days were like being in a concentration camp; I felt like I was covered in fleas, and it was incredibly uncomfortable.

After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, I felt completely revitalized.

Looking out the car window at the vast snowfield rushing past, Song Xingye curiously inquired about the origin of their destination.

Mira's small face was hidden beneath a thick, furry hat, revealing only her fair, delicate jawline. As she spoke, puffs of steam rose from her eyes: "That's a small hill; the locals call it 'Snake Hill.'"

Mira glanced at Song Xingye's expression out of the corner of her eye and chuckled, "Don't worry, snakes hibernate this season. The only thing you need to worry about is wolves—oh, by the way, if you're unlucky, running into a wild boar might be worse than encountering a wolf."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianxin, sitting in the back row, muttered dismissively, "What's so scary about a pig? In this freezing weather, if it dares to come to our door—hey, it's just a walking braised pork belly!"

Song Xingye disagreed. In his previous life, he had accompanied an experimental team to Northeast China and witnessed the destructive power of wild boars.

I still feel lingering fear. That thing was thick-skinned and had an impact force comparable to a small tank.

The saying "first pig, second bear, third tiger" is not without merit.

As Mira skillfully shifted gears using the clutch, she continued her explanation, "During the Cold War, Snake Hill housed a Saturn Radar Station, Station 31," which was prepared by Country R for Saturn exploration in the 80s.

"However, for unknown reasons, this grand mission ultimately failed, and R country's exploration of Saturn remained only on paper and indirect research, and the radar station was gradually abandoned."

As Mira continued to describe the situation, Song Xingye gained some understanding of the radar station.

Simply put, it's an abandoned old relic.

However, precisely because it is an old-style high-power analog signal radar, even if the Forbes' spare frequency band is weak, it will not be cleverly blocked by digital filters like modern equipment, and will instead be more reliable.

The wheels crunched and groaned as they rolled over the snow.

Due to the continuous drop in temperature in the Baikonur region, snow piled up one after another, making the roads rugged and difficult to travel. Mila had to slow down and move like a snail through the snow.

When they encountered sections of road where even snow tires would slip, the three men had to jump out of the car and push it while shouting slogans.

As they crossed a mountain pass, Song Xingye subconsciously looked up at the sky.

My heart sank.

The northwestern sky was swallowed up by dark, heavy clouds, so low they seemed about to fall from the heavens.

The mountains, forests, and vegetation along the way were covered with frost, and snowflakes began to fall in abundance.

Back in the car, Wang Jianxin shivered from the cold, rubbing his hands and cursing the damn weather.

Ivan then rattled off a bunch of Russian.

Mira gripped the steering wheel, her expression grave as she translated, "Ivan said that Baikonur is about to face a winter unlike any other in a century. A terrifying cold wave from Siberia is moving south and will soon sweep across the Kazakh Khanate."

"News reports say that countless cattle and sheep have frozen to death in several western states in just a few days. Next, it will be our turn. The entire wilderness will be sealed off by ice and snow, and transportation will be paralyzed!"