My own war game

Chapter 308: Moving Towards Another Technology Tree

[Obtained Soviet core information, the overall progress of the mission is 2/3 completed]

[Contact information fragments, overall progress 60.52%]

When he walked out of Belia's office, the system's voice sounded again, indicating that two-thirds of the copy mission had been completed.

He Chi certainly knew what Beria was thinking. Nuclear fission power was a by-product of the Manhattan Project. The experimental reactor was built in 1942 and is still in the theoretical demonstration stage.

The nuclear reactor of a nuclear submarine requires high power density and long life to ensure that the submarine will not be affected by fuel exhaustion during long-term submersion. This solution, which only stays in the ideal design, is currently a complete castle in the air.

Even if the British side were to get control of it, it would have no meaning other than increasing London's fear of Washington's scientific research capabilities.

He Chi certainly knew it, but Belia didn't know that what he gave He Chi was a little bit different.

Obtained stage reward item: Blueprint collected by Belia

[Blueprints collected by Beria (Nautilus-class nuclear submarine)]: Design drawings of weapons and equipment of other countries stolen by Soviet intelligence agencies.

Item Features: Manufacturing Optimization

Optimization: [The blueprint will automatically correct the information, match the manufacturer's current technology tree, and give the best solution. ]

Item Features: Use Upgrade
Upgrade: [The blueprint will automatically correct the information, match the user's current technology tree, and provide an upgrade plan. ]

He Chi looked at the small box in his hand. He now had an idea of ​​what to do with these drawings.

A nuclear submarine is a project that cannot be completed by one individual. It can only be advanced with national-level power. Therefore, he decided to use it to do something.

That evening, He Chi showed up at Menzies' residence. Due to his position in the Sixth Division, the guard at the door let him in without searching him.

Unlike other attachés, Menzies lived in a separate small room located in the darkest corner of the corridor.

The 55-year-old intelligence chief has never liked to appear in the spotlight.

He Chi knocked on the door, and a dim light came out from inside.

"What? Why did you think of coming to me?" Menzies was looking through some files at this time.

"BOSS, good evening, I came to see you." He Chi squeezed in through the door and said with a smile.

Menzies took off his silver-rimmed glasses and looked at the Oriental man standing in front of him with some surprise. Then he actually started to look through his wallet. "He, if you are here to collect gambling debts, I only have 500 yuan in my pocket now."

"Look at what you said. Am I the kind of person who is obsessed with those small amounts of money?" He Chi pushed the other person's hand back and asked in a low voice.

"I want to ask you, is your Majesty feeling better now?"

"Are you talking about the last time you broke into Windsor Castle? Her Highness Elizabeth has resumed her daily activities, but I suggest you go there less often this year. His Majesty is still keeping track of your wrongdoings."

"So you came to me in the middle of the night just to ask this?"

"Of course not, I brought back a gift to cheer up His Majesty." He Chi said as he brought something up. The suitcase landed on the table with a thump, and the noise it made indicated that the things inside were not light.

Menzies reached out and opened the box, took out the things inside, and after just a few glances, the expression on his face changed color.

"Where did you get this thing? Whose blueprint is this? Don't tell me you got it from the Germans." Menzies asked seriously.

"It's American, the channel is confidential, and no one else knows about it." He Chi patted the things on the table.

"American?!" Menzies was horrified. He hurriedly opened the door and looked around. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Damn it! Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?! Do you know how serious diplomatic problems this behavior may cause?!"

He Chi didn't care and directly put away the things on the table. "If you don't need it, I'll send it back. It's probably not too late now."

"Wait a minute!" Menzies pressed the drawing on the table and knocked on a door next to him. Soon, one of his workers came over.

"Go and see if Mr. Prime Minister has rested. I have something important to discuss with him."

"Sir, the Prime Minister has gone to bed and taken sleeping pills." The staff member replied in a low voice.

"Then even if... No, let's call the Prime Minister. He, you come with me!" After saying that, Menzies picked up the things on the table and walked out.

The staff member at the side was leading the way in panic. He had already realized the seriousness of the incident - calling the Prime Minister who had already taken medicine out of bed in the middle of the night was definitely a big deal.

Half an hour later, Churchill, who had stimulated himself with cold water in his pajamas, appeared in the small conference room with several accompanying experts.

Everyone was sleepy, but no one dared to even yawn.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, we have rechecked everything and there is absolutely no eavesdropping equipment." The accompanying staff from the Fifth Department reported in a low voice.

"Well, gentlemen, we are facing a huge choice, and I would like to hear your opinions now." Churchill looked at several experts accompanying him.

No one spoke for a while. The responsibility was too great, so everyone chose to keep silent.

Finally, it was Nobel Prize winner James Chadwick who stood up. The discoverer of the neutron said carefully, "Mr. Prime Minister, based on the current progress, although the United States has promised to share the results of the Manhattan Project with us, I have to say that we are at least five to eight years away from real gun-type nuclear weapons."

He then went on to say that "Fission reactors and tactical nuclear weapons follow completely different research directions, except for the fact that they share the same fission principle. It is impossible for us to advance both at the same time with our current resources."

"Then which direction do you think will be faster?" the Prime Minister asked immediately.

"Well, I couldn't make an accurate guess before tonight, but when this blueprint is in front of me, I can give a clear answer. Please look here."

Chadwick pointed to a part of the drawing. "Although I don't know the designer's intention, he actually marked the design details of the nuclear reactor directly on it. It is fundamentally different from the reactor built by Mr. Fermi in Chicago two or three years ago. Although it is just a general direction, it will greatly increase our research and development speed."

"Four years, no! If everything goes well, it will only take two to three years for us to develop a nuclear fission power system that can be used on ships." James Chadwick finally gave a positive conclusion.

"Well, gentlemen, I have taken many adventures in my life, and this should be the last one during my term of office." Churchill straightened up and looked at everyone with sharp eyes.

"Our choice can once again allow great Britain to be at the forefront of all mankind!"

(End of this chapter)