What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 486 Code Name: Flood (1600 monthly votes in June)

While other technologies can be achieved through some underhanded methods, the black box is something that many companies are unwilling to even mention.

Initially, the Air Force deduced from the combat process of the mosquito gnats that the black box's function was to control the rudder stick, and that it might have pre-programmed some maneuvers and be able to interact with human pilots to fly in formation.

This analysis is actually quite similar to the concept of unmanned wingmen, so Prism Building handed it over to General Atomics, which was researching the "MQ1 Predator".

As the saying goes, insiders know the ropes. After a brief analysis, General Atom compared the small black box used on mosquito gnats with the MQ-1 predator and found that its difficulty was two orders of magnitude higher than that of the predator, and it already showed signs of artificial intelligence.

Forget vacuum tubes, even Pentium tubes won't work.

Moreover, the algorithms involved in supersonic fighter jets and how to intelligently determine the intentions of human pilots are two major issues that they simply cannot think about in detail. In their view, these are things that can only be done after the millennium.

But when the people at General Atoms saw the familiar little black box on the T6, they finally couldn't hold back any longer:

"This is a trap. The attitude control required for a six-axis drone is much more difficult than that of a traditional aircraft, and it does not have a gyroscope, so it requires more advanced electronic technology. Only chips can do it!"

There's definitely a self-destructing chip hidden inside; the outer vacuum tubes are just a disguise!

"I don't think so."

The speaker was an official from the Air Force Intelligence Office:

“All the black box samples have undergone 100% laboratory testing. If there is a semiconductor, it can be detected even if it is burned. Each black box has a unique test report, and I am responsible for it.”

Don't think vacuum tubes are useless; MiG-25s are still fighting over the desert.

General Atom's representatives remained defiant: "That's an unconventional semiconductor chip, possibly made of a carbide substrate, which would burn up if it caught fire. In short, it's definitely not a vacuum tube."

Rams ignored the technical arguments and asked him directly:

"How can we disrupt this little black box? Are the Alliance's tactics still effective?"

"This is not a vacuum tube radar but a computer. If it really is a vacuum tube that is working... we should try an EMP attack, and it should be an extremely powerful one. However, this is extremely dangerous and may cause more damage to ourselves."

It's like a flood, washing away everything in its path.

“Then let’s do it. This will be one of ET’s new plans.”

Rams added, as Rams watched him in stunned silence:

"This is the second, no, the third ET project of General Atoms, codenamed 'Flood,' designed to effectively interfere with or even destroy the vacuum tube computers carried by enemy aircraft."

……

大湾
After spending a day in Dawan, Lao Zhang couldn't resist seeking out Tang Wen again:

When will you evacuate the Spratly Islands?

"Evacuate what?"

“If we don’t evacuate, what if the Hans pilot is seen? There’s only one small runway on Gongzhen Reef in the Spratly Islands, and there are so many eyes watching.”

"No runway needed."

Tang Wen pointed to the ground:
"The submarine can be launched, but we need a U-boat to infiltrate."

"Then how do we recycle it?"

"Let's skydive."

Tang Wen: "We just need to find a quiet area of ​​the sea. If we pay attention to the time difference, no one will notice."

Lao Zhang: "..."

Okay, as long as it's not a kamikaze entering the sea.

The domestic authorities were speechless when they discovered the operation of launching aircraft from submarines. If it weren't for the superhuman flying skills of the Han pilots, doing this would only have added to the Empire's war record.

"The number of people in the observation group has been confirmed. You know most of them..." Old Zhang said a few names. In total, there were no more than ten people. The three he didn't recognize were ace pilots selected from across the army.

Tang Wen had no objection to the arrangement and casually remarked:

"Let's meet here tomorrow and then take a plane... or a boat."

The fact that many of the delegation members are high-ranking officials and that they are traveling together on the same plane may cause unnecessary concern.

"I replicated a Fantastic-class robot; time will pass quickly."

Yamamoto Takano's large-scale shipbuilding plan was completed at the South Pacific island shipyard. However, due to the special nature of the Fantasy-class, a simplified version was also built at the shipyard, with many weapons removed and comfort features enhanced.

As a high-speed warship in the historical timeline, the Fantasy has a base speed of 42.7 knots, which can reach 53.8 knots with normal boosts, and can reach an astonishing 60 knots with a level 10 captain.

Old Zhang was no longer excited about the shipyard building a destroyer; he was just looking forward to witnessing the legendary 5-meter sea-skimming attack.

……

The next day

"Professor Qian?"

"I didn't expect that."

Qian Lin'an also appeared in the observation group and explained to the puzzled Tang Wen:

"One of them is too busy to come recently, so you won't be unhappy if I come instead, right?"

Tang Wen certainly didn't have such feelings, and he also had the opportunity to continue discussing the issue of artillery-launched satellites with the other party.

Moreover, after using the model ship to achieve "mystical communication" with the Brothers of Justice and the reconnaissance pod of the Q97 drone, he had a peculiar idea.

After the group boarded the Fantasy and sped south at 43 knots, he immediately found Qian Lin'an and told him about the plan he had been brewing in his mind for a long time:

"If I were to use my 1000mm cannon to launch a satellite into space, could I do it now?"

Qian Lin'an, who was leaning over the ship's railing watching the spray spreading from the high-speed voyage, thought for a moment and replied:

"That depends on the size. If it's a microsatellite weighing less than 100 kilograms, we can give it a try. But if it's larger, it will be much more difficult."

"Could you do me a favor and write a formula that can automatically calculate the elevation angle and direction for launching a payload into low Earth orbit by inputting latitude and longitude coordinates? The payload can be very low, a dozen kilograms is enough, or even less."

"..."

Seeing Qian Lin'an frown and remain silent, Tang Wen assumed it was too difficult and thought that computer technology was indeed underdeveloped at the moment. Just as he was about to give up, the other party suddenly said:

"Do you know that the formula you're looking for is very similar to something quite special?"

"what?"

Tang Wen looked bewildered. All he really wanted to do was send a miniature ship into space and see if he could exploit a super bug to instantly enter the space age.

The miniature boat can be made very crudely and has little problem with withstanding overload. The only trouble is the launch process, so he can only ask Qian Lin'an for help.

The latter carefully observed Tang Wen's expression, and only after confirming that he probably really didn't understand did he explain:
"If a rocket can send a satellite into space, it has the capability to drop a payload of equal mass to the other side of the Earth. Now think about it, where can a rocket fired from a 1000mm 60-caliber cannon drop a payload of tens of kilograms?"

Tang Wen finally realized that Qian Lin'an was afraid that Lao Xi would use his things to throw around the world!

100 kilograms is no small amount; a 10-ton hydrogen bomb can achieve this weight, and it can even be lighter.

Adjusting the elevation angle and azimuth based on latitude and longitude... with a few minor modifications, it becomes a missile launch pad.

To allay his concerns, Tang Wen had no choice but to say:
"What if it's done domestically?"

(End of this chapter)