Traveling Back to the 1960s: The Entire Internet Teaches Me How to Build Missiles

"Third Division Report! Third Division Report! The Air Force has notified our headquarters that an unidentified flying object is about to enter the airspace over the Bataan Desert, suspected to be a U-2 reconnaissance aircraft!"

"Received from the authorities. Please continue to observe and report its actual altitude."

"Third division reports: the reconnaissance aircraft is approximately 24000 meters above the ground; our fighter jets are unable to intercept it..."

In the No. 10 headquarters, Ye Ling was taken aback and stood up from his chair in disbelief.

"Last time we were at 21000 meters, how come the altitude has increased by another 3,000 meters? What exactly is this U-2 reconnaissance aircraft? How can there be an aircraft that can fly this high in the world?"

Chief of Staff Xu and Political Commissar Sun, who were standing nearby, were equally shocked.

They were all seasoned veterans who had fought countless battles their entire lives, yet their understanding of airplanes was still limited to altitudes of a few thousand meters.

At Chosin Reservoir, Staff Officer Xu even personally shot down a Mustang fighter plane with an anti-aircraft gun.

But when it comes to the U-2, no one is able to do anything about it.

Ye Ling was so angry that he cursed, "They're always coming here to take pictures! If we keep letting them do this, it won't be long before the U-2s have photographed all 12 square kilometers of land, and our Dongfeng base will be exposed!"

All three leaders sighed. What could they do?

The U-2 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft is truly unsolvable!

……

"Attention all units, activate Level 1 camouflage!"

"All open-air operations at the launch area are suspended. All vehicles must enter the camouflage zone, and all roads must be covered with camouflage netting!"

"Prepare for enemy aerial reconnaissance!"

Fearing the base's location would be exposed, the broadcast repeatedly announced the suspension of all training missions, land reclamation missions, reservoir repair missions, and hunting missions.

The railway lines and highway hubs were all concealed, and personnel from all units were strictly prohibited from leaving the base and could only move around within it.

Jiang Weimin, who had originally planned to hunt gazelles in the Qilian Mountains, lay dejectedly on the bed, grumbling:

"Damn, why is the U-2 here for reconnaissance again? Didn't it just come once at the beginning of the month? How long has it been? If I remember correctly, we used to only do 'camouflage' operations once every two months, right?"

Zhou Yunxiao was copying a book at his desk when he heard this. He counted on his fingers and said, "Hmm, only twenty days have passed, not even a month has passed yet."

"Damn! These Americans don't even bother visiting their own fathers' graves this often! It's so frustrating! They sneaked in like thieves, but we're treated like rats in the street, hiding in our dens, afraid to move!"

Jiang Weimin was so angry he gritted his teeth.

"I guess the news of our successful Dongfeng-1 test spurred them on, right? The CIA originally estimated we'd need at least another year, but we succeeded right under their U-2 reconnaissance aircraft's nose!"

Zhou Yunxiao spoke eloquently: "It's understandable that the CIA doesn't know anything about the missiles, but they haven't even found the location of the missile bases. Wouldn't they be frantically searching for them?"

"No wonder these old planes come here so often!"

"Just bear with it a little longer. Once our copy of the Red Chess No. 1 is ready, it'll give the U-2 spy planes a run for their money. We'll take them on one by one!"

At this moment, Jiang Weimin suddenly asked with a serious expression, "Yunxiao, you said that the U-2's flight path always includes the Bataan Desert, could it be that it's one of our own...?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't spout nonsense that's detrimental to unity."

Zhou Yunxiao quickly put down his pen and turned around, saying, "Every comrade who made it here has been carefully selected. They even came blindfolded. How could they possibly have leaked the base's location?"

"Well..." Jiang Weimin couldn't help but mutter, "With such a big area like ours, why is the U-2 so fixated on the Badain Jaran Desert? Why don't they go to the Sichuan-Chongqing and Yunnan-Guizhou regions for reconnaissance? Every time they enter the country, they make sure to take a trip through the desert. There's definitely something fishy going on!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yunxiao couldn't help but laugh:

"That's easy. You've been working at the base for so long. In your experience, what conditions are needed to build a missile test range?"

Jiang Weimin stroked his chin thoughtfully and said:

"First, the site needs to be large enough and spacious enough to accommodate at least 100,000 people for construction!"

"Secondly, the surrounding area should ideally be uninhabited; otherwise, what if a missile test falls and injures someone?"

"Furthermore, it needs to be near a railway line and an airport, and there must be a water source sufficient to supply drinking water for 100,000 people; the weather conditions also cannot be too harsh..."

Zhou Yunxiao snapped his fingers. "Hey, putting everything else aside, based on these three conditions alone, there are only a handful of places in the whole country that could be found, right? It's been several years since the test range was built, and U-2 reconnaissance planes have entered the country countless times. Even if the CIA were all idiots, they should have narrowed it down to the Bataan Desert by using the process of elimination, right?"

"I see... No wonder you're an intellectual, your mind works so fast!"

Jiang Weimin clicked his tongue, then jumped out of bed and asked, "What are you writing over there? Aren't you going to sleep? Don't you have any 'special missions' tonight?"

Zhou Yunxiao nodded, "I'll go to sleep now, I'll finish writing soon. If you're free this afternoon, go to the post office and see if there's any mail for me."

"Okay, I'll take care of it!"

After Zhou Yunxiao finished his work, lay down on the bed fully clothed and started snoring, Jiang Weimin glanced curiously at the draft paper that was being held down by a pen.

"The dawn here is quiet..."

"The female soldiers were so beautiful, so young... but war mercilessly killed them, simply because they put on military uniforms and defended their homeland."

"Many, many years have passed, and the dawn here remains still quiet. Only that rough tombstone still tells the story of the war, and five beautiful young women lie buried beneath it."

Jiang Weimin looked away and scratched his head in boredom.

"I didn't realize... Comrade Yunxiao is not only good at research, but also at writing articles..."

He put his hands behind his back, whistled softly, and left the dormitory for the post office.

……

After Ye Ling handed over a large amount of valuable materials translated by the Dongfeng Base, Director Chen realized that the Sultanate experts here... seemed to be different from others.

Therefore, several college graduates who had graduated with a degree in translation were quickly selected from various universities and urgently transferred to the Dongfeng Base.

Soon, the small translation room at the base was filled with people.

However, these college students, despite being called translators, did not understand Russian as well as translators Liao, Xu, and Hu, let alone the professional terminology related to missiles and atomic energy.

After all, in this era, words like "missile" could not be found in the "East Russian Bilingual Dictionary".

If the college students hadn't been assigned to this mission, they might have even thought that a "missile" was the same as a hand grenade.

Soon, several college students were about to be dragged away by Ye Ling to serve as classroom interpreters for the Surian experts, due to protests from Liao the translator and others.

However, the quick-thinking Zhou Yunxiao stopped him.

There was already a shortage of intellectuals in the base, and he wasn't going to leave these college students unemployed after finally bringing them in.

Furthermore, the task of copying books was urgent; each additional document translated would greatly benefit the development of Dongguo. Therefore, Zhou Yunxiao ingeniously devised a method of studying—

He was responsible for orally translating Sullivan's written materials, while the university students simply copied them down without having to think too much.

This method was unanimously approved by Liao and others, who felt it would maximize the efficiency of translation work.

The only concern is that this would mean Zhou Yunxiao would have to translate a lot more materials, and whether he could handle it.

He calmly waved his hand in response:

"No problem, as long as you can keep up with my pace. Let's race against time and try to empty Sullian's archives as soon as possible!"

Because Zhou Yunxiao was reading from the live stream chat, his dictation speed was very fast, and he could translate a document in almost an hour.

To this end, several college students even practiced shorthand techniques.

From "High-Yield Cultivation Techniques for Sweet Potatoes and Potatoes" and "High-Temperature Aerobic Composting Techniques" to "Complete Guide to Detoxification and Edible Processing of Wild Fruits and Vegetables" and "Efficient Substrate Cultivation Manual for Edible Fungi," he read out almost every modern technology he could find and had several people copy it down.

Although the college students were all exhausted and their wrists were sore and numb, they were full of energy and dared not lose focus for a moment.

When Captain Mu came in to collect the documents in the morning, he was stunned to see the mountain of Chinese materials.

"Good heavens... are you setting up a printing plant on the base?"