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

This is a spectacular scene.

A Soviet-made Mi-4 helicopter roared ahead, leading the way, while seven or eight GAZ-69 jeeps and GAZ-59 trucks sped across the vast Gobi Desert, the washboard road occasionally lurching violently with a bang.

But the soldiers endured the pain and remained silent, afraid that their voices would carry and scare away the foreigners.

A comprehensive blockade network centered on Hongliu Village was quietly established.

Zhou Yunxiao also drew the large black gun from his waist and loaded it, thinking that he was about to fight the cunning American devils like in a Hollywood blockbuster.

Unexpectedly, the battle was resolved in just a few minutes.

The approaching soldiers, armed with Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, surrounded the "beggar" cowering under the millstone in a fan shape, then shouted a warning in broken English:

"What a man!"

"Dynamic Wooden House!"

"Serunde'er—"

These few sentences of "English" left not only the pilot bewildered, but Zhou Yunxiao also stood there dumbfounded, only managing to understand them after a long while.

Isn't this just a homophone for "Hands up!", "Don't move!", and "Surrender!"?

Hands up!

Don't move!

Surrender and you will not be killed!

A company of over a hundred soldiers from the Security Bureau came along, and they could all speak these few English phrases. They shouted them in unison, creating a terrifying sound.

The foreigner was so frightened that he knelt down with his hands on his head, trembling as he pulled something out of his waist.

The soldiers scattered in a flash, their guns aimed at the foreigner's head.

He pulled out a small, exquisite pistol, then threw it on the ground with a 'thud,' and continued to cover his head with his hands.

Although the two sides did not exchange words, their actions were still clear to each other.

Director Xu waved his hand, signaling everyone to put down their guns, and then looked at Zhou Yunxiao.

Zhou Yunxiao nodded knowingly, laughing as he walked, "Director Xu, you guys seem to know English quite well. Aside from being a little awkward, you speak it pretty fluently, haha."

Xu Rufeng blushed and scratched his head. "Sigh, we are all veterans who came back from Changjin Lake with Ye Ling. Back then, when we fought against the Japanese, we were only taught these few phrases. We don't know anything else."

Zhou Yunxiao walked up to the beggar and saw that the man was trembling like a leaf. He gently kicked the man twice until the man raised his face, which was thin and bony from hunger.

"What's your name?"

"R...Robert Hale...Water..."

The beggar looked at him with pleading eyes.

Director Xu walked over. "What did the foreigner say?"

"He said his name was Robert Hale and he wanted a drink of water."

Zhou Yunxiao asked for a military water bottle, tossed it to the beggar, and while the beggar was gulping it down, warned him in fluent English:

"You are now within the territory of the Eastern Kingdom. We will treat you according to regulations. We will take you to see a doctor, to eat, and to take a bath. If you cooperate, no one will harm you, so please remain calm!"

After finishing his water, Hale looked excited and stretched out his hands like a dog begging for food, shouting, "Rich! Rich!"

Director Xu scoffed, "Rich my ass!"

……

On the way back with Robert Hale, even though he was no longer a threat, the military vehicle still drove the foreigner around the Gobi Desert more than a dozen times due to secrecy regulations, giving the impression that they had driven a long, long way out of Jinta Town.

Finally, they drove to the No. 10 headquarters, which was actually very close by.

As soon as the pilot was escorted back to headquarters, Ye Ling, Political Commissar Sun, and Chief of Staff Xu eagerly came out to greet him, and many people gathered by the roadside, chattering about it.

"Those are foreign devils, aren't they?"

"It doesn't look anything special. It has two shoulders, a head, two arms, and two legs, just like us. Its nose is a bit big, but it's not as scary as the rumors say!"

"You bunch of young female soldiers are obviously unsophisticated. I killed over a dozen of these foreigners in a bayonet charge at Chosin Reservoir!"

"These bastards keep flying their planes over our heads to provoke us. They might as well hang themselves on a telephone pole!"

"Exactly! Why be polite with foreigners? Just kill them and be done with it. At worst, we'll fight another war!"

Ye Ling ignored the discussions around him and looked Robert Hale up and down, wondering how he had managed to escape to Jinta Town on his own after the parachute jump and how he had survived.

In short, the foreigner looks so thin he's almost unrecognizable.

The other person's name sounded dark, but one could vaguely make out that he had a pure-blooded white face, and his gray-blue eyes looked lifeless and depressed.

After scrutinizing him, he pinched his nose and waved his hand:

"Get him a basin of water to wash him; he stinks. The cooks also need to prepare some food. Feed him until he's full, then lock him in solitary confinement to await further instructions. No one is allowed to touch him without my permission!"

Then Robert Hale was taken away.

After the crowd dispersed, Ye Ling, Political Commissar Sun, and Chief of Staff Xu arrived at the conference room in the office building. Director Xu, carrying a backpack, gave a report, and Zhou Yunxiao was also called in.

Director Xu opened his backpack, dumping out a bunch of odds and ends, and said:

"This is a backpack and a pistol that were seized from the foreigner; they've already been confiscated. Also, a villager found a flight suit lying in the field, and we've sent someone to retrieve it."

Ye Ling nodded, looked at the pile of odds and ends, and called Zhou Yunxiao over, "Take a look at these two cards, what are they? Is it important information?"

Zhou Yunxiao glanced at it a few times, then shook his head with a smile. "It's not intelligence. This is a Social Security card, like a 'household registration book' for Americans, proving their citizenship."

At that time, China did not yet have an ID card system, so it is not appropriate to compare it to an ID card.

"The other one is a driver's license, not much intelligence value either. This book... well, it's probably something pilots use to pass the time, it's called 'Tropic of Cancer,' also worthless..."

Director Xu asked curiously, "What's this book about? Flight techniques or military science?"

"Uh...neither," Zhou Yunxiao said awkwardly. "This is the main point."

He clapped his hands a few times in a very expressive way.

popping.

popping.

The group understood each other perfectly, and then kept quiet about the novel.

There was also a photograph tucked inside the book. Without Zhou Yunxiao's explanation, Ye Ling understood what it meant. It was an intimate photo of Robert Hale and a woman having a candlelight dinner together, but it wasn't anything of great value.

"These two documents are useful!"

At this moment, Zhou Yunxiao finally discovered something new: "These are the CIA's authorization documents for him to use the Peshawar Airport facilities, along with his plane ticket, proving that he comes from Virginia, USA!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling immediately instructed Director Xu to carefully preserve them. Although he couldn't understand the foreign writing on them, he trusted Xiao Zhou's judgment.

Apart from that, there was nothing of intelligence value left.

A compass, a flashlight, a matchbox, a first-aid kit, a box of potassium cyanide capsules, and a small silk banner.

Zhou Yunxiao unfurled the banner and saw that it contained the same sentence written in fourteen languages.

The Chinese version is as follows:

I am a peace advocate. I don't understand your language. I need food, water, and help. I will not harm anyone and have no malicious intent. If you are willing to lend a helping hand, you can take away a generous reward!

The so-called reward was found by Director Xu after searching for a long time in a hidden compartment of his backpack.

It is also a collection of different types of currency.

The items included 7500 rubles, 9000 rupees, 8000 francs, and five bundles of large black ten coins, as well as two dozen French gold coins, two gold bars, two Rolex gold watches, and gold rings, gold earrings, and gold necklaces.

Ye Ling didn't recognize the other currencies, but he did recognize the "Big Black Ten" (a denomination of currency). He saw that there were five bundles of them, which meant five thousand dollars!

Although a food rationing system had been implemented at this time, cash still had some purchasing power, let alone a huge sum of five thousand.

Zhou Yunxiao was secretly astonished. Wasn't the CIA afraid that the pilots would run away with all that money?

Political Commissar Sun said, "The fact that this foreign devil carries so much life-saving equipment shows that the enemy values ​​pilots highly. Maybe they have some important intelligence. It would be great if we could pry it out of him!"

Xu Rufeng rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. "Leave this to me! I'll find a way to get those foreigners to confess!"