What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 484 Four-line Operation
After flying over, Lao Zhang didn't rush to leave. Instead, he planned to wait for Tang Wen to arrange for the Hans pilot to arrive, and then visit the "Gaijin Fleet" in Da Wan.

Upon arriving at the Greater Bay Area Port, he felt gratified:

Tang Wen finally understood the pain the navy was going through.

Geijin's "concrete aircraft carrier" has been undergoing training for almost several months, and sailing is certainly no problem, but as for aviation...

Without Yarian Superman, and relying on a few retired veteran pilots and self-taught club pilots, progress was incredibly slow.

Tang Wen's expectations for them were only one squadron and two platoons, a total of 10 aircraft, but so far they have not been able to train 10 fully qualified jet carrier-based pilots.

"General Manager Tang, our squadron will definitely be fully developed next month."

Faced with Lei Zhan's assurance, Tang Wen could only wave his hands repeatedly:

"Absolutely not! Just proceed cautiously and steadily!"

During ZhiQ's training, the trainees nearly pulled out of the ejection seats twice. If the senior pilot hadn't taken over in time, the plane might have crashed and the crew might have died.

Even in places independent of the world of warships, objective laws still need to be followed to some extent.

Old Zhang, however, shook his head repeatedly as he watched:

"It's a small aircraft carrier, after all. It's not very valuable except for performances. Why don't you rent it to the navy as a training platform?"

"Dream on... By the way, when is Professor Qian coming to pick up the cannon barrel?"

Tang Wen recalled a wild idea he had come up with a few months ago: Qian Lin'an had said that once he had sorted out some issues with the artillery-launched rockets used on the Huashan and Taishan ships, he would come to help him research how to use artillery to shoot down satellites.

However, the other party disappeared for more than two months, and he did not have a direct way to contact them.

"Well, Mr. Qian is quite busy these days."

Old Zhang spoke indistinctly, and Tang Wen's eyes widened after a moment's thought:

This clearly means that Professor Qian needs to keep it a secret. Did he really make something out of the artillery-launched rocket?
However, Lao Zhang also discovered a key point: what does "leading the cannon barrel" mean?
"Oh, I made a 1000 mm 60-caliber gun barrel. Actually, it could be bigger, but the flexibility would be too poor. It's just sitting idle in the shipyard now."

"60 times the diameter? With the base, it must be almost 70 meters long! How was it manufactured?"

"So easy..."

Tang Wen pinched his thumb and forefinger together:
"It's outsourced to Antarctica, you know Hans Precision Machinery, right?"

……

After painting a rosy picture of a technological impasse for the country, Tang Wen was more concerned about the fact that he didn't have any real technology at his disposal.

I glanced at the progress of the Silver Coin tech tree:
German battlecruiser line;

German submarine line;

M-series aircraft carriers, Line I;
French cruisers, Line I;
French destroyers, Line I;
Progress 50%.

He has five X-level silver coin lines, and he also has 110 million experience points. With a little more, he can barely add two more.

The experience points used were all invested in low-level ships, such as the Fusang, Kongo, and New York-class, all of which are now crammed into the shipyard waiting to be towed to the Spratly Islands.

After using containers and shipwrecks, the sand filling progress in the Spratly Islands has been maintained stably. Ren'ai Reef can now be called Ren'ai Island, and it can be used to build shipyards and ports.

The Pearl Harbor plan finally had a basis for implementation, and a second major infrastructure project was launched in addition to the Amazon air defense towers.

The workload of operating on four fronts—the Spratly Islands, the South China Sea, Antarctica, and the South China Sea—made Tang Wen's scalp tingle. Oh, the South China Sea doesn't count.

The full impact of the financial crisis will take time to unfold, and the carefully planned Mionas Island strategy has not been ineffective—but both sides are far too inefficient, chattering like flies and refusing to understand the situation.

However, operating in three lines is quite difficult. I originally thought that coming here to cheat would be a carefree and wonderful life, but I ended up turning myself into a 007.

"No, we still need to give the Empire more homework."

……

When Marin, dressed in filthy clothes like a ghost, appeared before him, the pilot wailed and immediately hugged Torres's leg, crying:
"Ha, ha...woowoowoo...Praise God, you've come, you've come!"

Torres and Seadon discovered that the upper class was in even worse shape than they were. When they landed, a tree branch had pierced their thighs, and they had multiple cuts and bruises. After landing, they were given morphine and bandaged up.

Morphine can relieve pain but cannot restore mobility. The sweltering heat forced the pilot to take off his heavy flight suit, and as a result, he was severely punished by the rainforest, which covered him with all sorts of small animals.

If he hadn't started a fire and used a lot of fresh leaves to create thick smoke that caught the helicopter's attention, he would most likely have died from fever or infection caused by insect bites.

The two tied the unfortunate man to a rope, and Black Hawk hoisted him up and flew him towards Caracalla Town.

This is the last pilot.

Fortunately, Operation Black Hawk was extremely fast, and the F-15s and Mirage 2000s on the battlefield at the time had roughly remembered their comrades' parachute locations before leaving. They managed to find everyone within 30 hours, working tirelessly.

Of the four pilots aboard the EF-111A, three were rescued, while one was already seriously injured when ejecting and lost vital signs shortly after landing.

Apart from Vincent, who died on the spot, and the pilot who parachuted into Suriname and found villagers, the other four F-15 pilots were all rescued. Vincent's remains could not be collected due to the fire and could only be hastily buried in the rainforest, with only some souvenirs brought back for his family.

As for the only F-15 lost by the fleet, the pilot who parachuted only suffered a fracture and was also sent back for treatment.

It was a perfect search and rescue operation, but the cost was that Ryan's team hadn't slept for 26 hours and was relying entirely on performance-enhancing drugs to keep going.

After Ryan's team confirmed with the Air Force colonel who came to pick them up, everyone huddled together in the corner and fell into a deep sleep, snoring as loudly as pigs.

A few minutes later, Brigadier General Hunter walked in, looked at them, and fell into thought:
This is just an appetizer for the team; the real task is to collect wreckage and find the secret base.

A few other special forces teams will be sent over, but that's about it.

In fact, given the Empire's capabilities, maintaining a regiment in Caracalla by air transport wouldn't be a problem—but they dared not.

It wasn't just the air force that suffered losses; before the two civilian ships sank, some soldiers went ashore and retrieved some bomb wreckage, only to discover something surprising:
Why are there fragments that look like wings? The shell fragments are also angular; shouldn't they be round?
When the photos were taken and sent back to the homeland, the Empire's weapons experts were in an uproar:
That's a stealth glide bomb!
How did we suddenly jump from cutting-edge technology to futuristic technology?

Let's review the air battle that took place around the convoy that night. If the F-15s hadn't been heading in the same direction as the Super Swifts and collided with each other in advance, the stealth glide bombs, released tens of kilometers ahead of time, could have wiped out the entire convoy!

Previously, the Empire thought that Hans was at most playing with suicide kamikaze attacks, but now he has actually put out cutting-edge equipment that the Empire doesn't use very often.
In any case, with Hans's powerful ground attack capabilities, the army can no longer venture deep into enemy territory alone and can only return to a state where it cannot do without the first-class personnel, at most sending out a bunch of Marine supermen to fight alone.

Just as Hunter was thinking about how to adjust the next steps of the plan, the soldier who had been sleeping in front of him suddenly jumped up, rifle at his shoulder, staring intently at him.

Before he could react, the soldier jumped past him in a few steps, shouting:

"I heard it, it's coming again, it's right there!"

Hunter's guards reacted quickly and tried to tackle him, but Torres still managed to take aim and fire a burst into the woods.

A fireball simultaneously erupted from the woods seventy or eighty meters away, prompting the guards to shout excitedly:

"A petrol bomb!"

(End of this chapter)