What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

"Commander, you must be joking."

Qin Ze waved his hands repeatedly.

"We're a small project team with outdated technology, how could we possibly have nuclear weapons?"

"We just made some extensions to an earlier project."

"You know that project, it's about that little rocket they made."

In a short while.

The rest of the project team is ready.

Jiahao personally directed a truck to enter the mine site.

This time, everyone looked at the orange-yellow heavy truck with expectant eyes.

But then everyone was somewhat disappointed.

There is no other reason.

The vehicle in front of us is almost identical to the previously mentioned remote-controlled van used for civilian support.

It seems that only the launch pad on the carriage is a bit thicker.

If an outsider walked by, they would probably think it was the same car.

"You..."

"You..."

"Isn't it exactly the same as the previous one?"

Wu Changjiang raised a question that came from the depths of his heart.

Qin Ze waved his hand: "It's different, it just shares the launch vehicle chassis."

"Commander, as you know, this kind of equipment needs to prioritize cost-effectiveness."

"Use it as universally as possible."

Wu Changjiang nodded in agreement: "That's true."

In recent years, with the increase in the variety of military equipment.

People are paying more and more attention to the versatility attribute.

Basically, all the good and usable vehicles and equipment are modified from the same chassis, with only the launchers being different.

Only in this way can we achieve the best value for money.

In the end, wars are fought over logistics.

If war really breaks out one day, the production lines in the rear will be running at full capacity.

Others have one production line that produces five different products.

However, our production line only needs to produce one product.

The winner and loser are immediately clear.

"So... you tampered with the launch pad, didn't you?"

"What do you mean by tampering with things?"

Qin Ze said somewhat angrily.

"Why do I dislike listening to you, Commander?"

"That's called an article, okay?"

Wu Changjiang: "Yes, yes, what article did you write?"

"We took into account the frequent cross-regional deployments required for firefighting and meteorological operations."

"Therefore, we designed this long-range tactical ballistic support device for civilian use."

"For example, imagine a forest fire in Xi'an."

"As a result, even with all the firefighting forces from Xijing City deployed, it wasn't enough."

"And the neighboring city in the next province happens to have surplus fire-fighting resources."

"Once they complete the launch preparations locally in Lincheng, they can support the rescue efforts in Xijing City."

"Is it impressive?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Changjiang immediately recognized the mask of pain.

Great!

It's really amazing!

Xijing City and Lincheng City are no longer neighbors; they are separated by a vast distance.

One is in the Northwest, and the other is in the Central Plains. They're almost at the seaside, and it would take them several hours by high-speed rail!

Can this help each other?

That's amazing!

We recommend applying for the Nobel Prize.

"I have no comment on the functionality of your rescue plan."

Wu Changjiang suppressed his dissatisfaction.

"But I think the nature of your rescue operation is questionable."

Is there any possibility?

"You call this a tactical ballistic missile?"

Also, tactical ballistic missiles to support civilian equipment?

Listen to this!

Are these names that carbon-based organisms could come up with?

The distance from Lincheng to Xijing is nearly 1,000 kilometers.

Why did we have to use soldiers from neighboring cities to put out the fire in Xi'an?

What kind of rescue is this?

Wu Changjiang is really hard to understand.

How did Qin Ze manage to keep his composure while saying these things so seriously?

"Using missiles to put out fires, what were you thinking?"

Qin Zexin was full of confidence: "No! It's not a missile, and it can be used not only for firefighting, but also to carry rain-reducing warheads."

"Fine! I won't argue with you about this." Wu Changjiang gave up. "Just tell me directly what the range of this thing is?"

"What we call maintaining social distancing."

Wu Changjiang: "Okay, maintain social distancing!"

Qin Ze stated solemnly, "Our long-range tactical ballistic missile for civilian support has a range of 280 kilometers!"

Don't give me that!

Wu Changjiang suspected that Qin Ze was insulting his intelligence.

The analogy he just used: the distance between Lincheng and Xijing is over a thousand kilometers.

"How did you manage to fight your way from Lincheng to Xijing in this 280-kilometer range?"

"Commander, you saw it too."

Qin Ze helplessly shrugged, then pointed to the team behind him.

"Our team is very young, and most of them are students."

"Even I, the person in charge, am a recent promotion and don't have any real skills."

"We're definitely a makeshift operation."

"Our makeshift team has outdated technology, antiquated ideas, and extremely poor skills."

"Therefore, it's reasonable for our products to have some errors."

Wu Changjiang frowned, and it took him a while to understand Qin Ze's meaning.

"So... what is the margin of error?"

Qin Ze: "There's at least a thousand kilometers of error, right?"

"In other words..."

"Your thing has a range of 280 kilometers, plus an error margin of 1000 kilometers..."

"Can it travel 1280 kilometers?"

Qin Ze: "Pretty much the same."

"..."

Wu Changjiang fell completely silent.

Seriously, isn't anyone going to do anything about this thing?

Yes!

It's normal for errors to occur in the military industry.

Especially for this type of weapon, some degree of error is permissible.

but!

Others' errors are all within centimeters or millimeters.

You fucking give me a kilometer?

Did you get that error from a legitimate source?

"If you can't speak Chinese, then find someone in your team who can speak Chinese to communicate with me. I'm too tired."

Qin Ze passed the buck, saying, "Can't the commander understand such a simple principle?"

Don't give me that.

Wu Changjiang retorted.

"Using tactical missiles for firefighting? How did you even come up with that idea?"

"Isn't this like using a cannon to kill a mosquito?"

"That's really not the case!"

Qin Ze became more serious.

"We carefully studied the operational methods of fire fighting and meteorology."

"We discovered pain points in the traditional work model."

"Maintaining social distancing is one aspect, but it's not the most difficult one."

"The most challenging issue is ensuring adequate living space."

Wu Changjiang didn't understand: "Guaranteed area?"

"Yes, you think so."

Qin Ze began to explain in detail.

"Aren't forest fires and chemical fires all extremely large in area?"

Wu Changjiang: "That's true."

"Therefore, our tactical ballistic support civilian weapon adopts a fully guided maneuvering cluster warhead."

"Each mother bomb contains 60 submunitions."

"These 60 bullets have their own power and navigation, and can be used as independent missiles."

"And each of these 60 bullets contains 400 explosive rounds."

"Therefore, theoretically, launching one missile could carry 24000 warheads."