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Chapter 260 We need equipment capable of defending against this type of attack! (Second update!)

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Amir, Lin Yi casually hung up the phone and tossed it aside. He then began to draft a report for Hao Jin.

But even after placing his hands on the keyboard for a long time, he couldn't type a single word.

Although Hao Jin requested this report, it was clear to everyone that someone at a higher level wanted it.

This is both an opportunity and a test.

Even the best wine needs marketing. Making good products is the basic requirement, but beyond that, you also need a little bit of marketing.

Lin Yi didn't want to waste this opportunity.

After thinking for a long time, he deleted the original title and changed it to a different one.

"The Systematic Development of Drones in the Wave of Industrialization: A Limited-Time Experience for Small Countries Incapable of Building an Air Force"

The air force, from its inception, has been a game for the elites and great powers.

In a war between two countries, the initiative between the two sides will constantly shift with the change of air superiority...

With an idea in mind, Lin Yi's thoughts flowed freely, and he typed out the report in just one afternoon.

It's a full ten thousand words.

He checked the report from beginning to end, making sure there were no grammatical errors or omissions, and that there were no swear words. Then he packaged and encrypted the report.

Find the email address Hao Jin left behind, upload the attachment, and click send.

Upon seeing the message indicating successful delivery, he shut down the computer, opened another computer, connected to a VPN, and started stirring up trouble on the internet.

The first thing I crawled was Facebook.

The trending topic on Facebook is the mourning of the American people for the victims of this attack.

Through these trending topics, Lin Yi gained a full understanding of biodiversity and also encountered many humanoid creatures.

After observing for a long time and summarizing the topics of these people's arguments, he also joined the fray.

Our soldiers went to Iraq for freedom and democracy, and to liberate the Arabs.

But these Arabs were ungrateful and dared to attack our troops time and time again.

In that case, we must fight back!
So, everyone, join me in driving all the Arabs out of America and sending them back to that damned Middle East.

After fanning the flames from America's perspective, he registered a new account and started fanning the flames from the Arabs' perspective.

Before you talk about freedom and democracy, can you please figure out what true freedom and democracy really are?

First of all, the Middle East is the land where we have lived for thousands of years.

But then the Israelites came, they took Jaffa from us, established a state, and beat us every day.

You self-proclaimed free and democratic Americas, yet you constantly stand on the side of unfreedom and democracy, and punish us every single day.

Are we not even allowed to resist?

You damn rednecks, why don't you buy a plane ticket, come to the Middle East, see for yourselves what your freedom and democracy are really like?

If you're too scared to come, close your eyes and mouth, tuck your head back into your turtle shell, and hide yourself well so no one will laugh at you!

You can't possibly not even afford plane tickets, can you?

And so he went back and forth between the two sides, frantically stirring up trouble on both sides.

Coupled with his sharp tongue, he quickly became the leader of both sides.

In just a few hours, from dinner to bedtime, both accounts gained tens of thousands of followers.

Finally, Lin Yi used two accounts to hurl insults at each other, ending the day's argument.

I had just finished washing up and climbed into bed when my cell phone, which I use to receive messages, rang.

A message popped up on the small phone screen.

Eisent: Adolf, do you have any experience designing weapons?

Looking at the text on the screen, Lin Yi translated it several times before finally confirming that it wasn't a translation error on his part, but rather that this was exactly what the other party was asking.

His lips twitched, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hackson, how dare you be so audacious?

You've even started outsourcing weapon design; what else can't you outsource?
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yi unlocked his phone, clicked on the app, and then sent a message to Eisente in the chat group:
[I was just getting ready for bed, Mr. Eisen, is there something you need?]

【Do you have experience in weapons design?】 The message was sent and the other party replied immediately, clearly indicating that they were right next to the phone.

After gathering his thoughts, Lin Yi placed his fingers on the phone's keyboard and began typing furiously:
Mr. Eisent, weapons design is a very broad field. You need to specify something concrete; otherwise, I cannot answer your question.

They're all insane! They're all fucking insane!

It's outrageous that these people even outsource weapon design.

This time, the other party did not reply immediately.

Instead, it took quite a while before they replied with a strange message.

【Please wait a moment!】

Upon seeing this message, an absurd possibility flashed through Lin Yi's mind: the person on the other end was probably in an important place, waiting for someone to make a decision.

The thought of this possibility instantly dispelled any drowsiness, leaving only the excitement of watching the drama unfold.

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Qatar.

America's Central Theater Command Frontline Command Conference Room.

The spacious room was filled with generals of all ranks from the Central Theater Command, including colonels, lieutenant colonels, and majors.

In addition to these soldiers, there were also representatives from various American military-industrial groups.

Kelvin, who usually commands from the Central Theater Command, now became a well-behaved student and sat down in his chair.

The person in charge of speaking at the very front was Brian Langley, a four-star general and commander of the Central Theater Command.

On the large screen behind the four-star general are the figures for America's losses and casualties from the second half of last year to the present, as well as photos of related events.

Hilla, Baghdad, Basra, Mosul, Ramadi...

Below each photo is a casualty figure and the associated economic losses.

The pointer tapped lightly on the photos, and the more Brian looked at them, the more his balls ached.

The headquarters of the America Central Command was located at McDill Air Force Base in Florida, where all the top leaders of the command, except for Kelvin who was on the front lines, were based.

It's okay, they basically don't go out.

I was actually forced to go out this time.

If soldiers are injured or killed, the military will report it to the insurance company immediately. The insurance company will then check the soldier's physical condition and confirm whether he was on duty when the incident occurred.

If you were not at work, then it is not considered a work-related injury, and you will need to pay for it yourself.

After the insurance company goes through the process, the military will also use the insurance company's rhetoric to try and embezzle the so-called veterans' pension.

Therefore, they don't care about the casualties of their soldiers.

But this time, the enemy's attack actually destroyed several planes!

While the figures weren't as outrageous as reported, the amount of equipment lost was still astronomical. A complete repair of this damaged equipment would require at least $30 billion.

If you want to build a new set of equipment, the price will be even higher.

Frustrated by the situation, Brian also left Florida and came to this desolate place.

He came to take charge of the overall situation.

Once everyone's attention was focused on the big screen, Brian used the remote control to switch the photos on the screen.

The most eye-catching thing in the new photos is the parts placed on the ground, labeled and categorized, making it impossible to discern their original material and shape.

The pointer pointed at the photo, and Brian addressed the people in front of him, especially those from the military-industrial complex:
"Our weapons experts have confirmed that the weapon used to attack the base was a drone."

"A very rudimentary drone."

"A frame to hold the battery, a battery, four motors, a control board, and a plastic propeller—that's all it takes to make a rudimentary drone."

"Based on America's material costs, a single drone costs approximately $3000."

"If the quantity increases, the price will be even cheaper."

"It could even drop below $1000."

"This price is very cheap, so cheap that many terrorists can accept it."

"Similarly, this price will bring us endless trouble."

"Because it means that more terrorists will see this and then use drones to attack us, causing us huge losses."

What can we do?

Brian suddenly asked a question, then paced back and forth in front of him. After wandering around for a while, he found that no one was responding, so he simply responded to himself.

"There's nothing we can do!"

"Yes, there's nothing we can do."

"Because even if we stop the drone manufacturers from producing drones, we cannot prevent this from happening."

"The parts that drone manufacturers use also come from other manufacturers."

“We can’t let all these manufacturers go out of business. Even if we did, there would be others who would be driven by profit to produce these parts.”

"So, there's nothing we can do!"

"The only thing we can do is find a way to defend against this type of attack."

"We need equipment that can defend against this type of attack!"

"I called everyone here today to brainstorm and come up with a solution to defend against these drone attacks."

"Now, everyone is free to discuss."

After saying what he wanted to say, Brian walked over and sat down in front of Kelvin:
"The Central Theater Command has encountered too many problems recently. After collective discussion, it has been decided to send you back to Florida and have someone else take over your position."

"After the meeting ends, pack your things and come back with me."

Kelvin didn't want to answer, nor did he want to go back. He took up the post of Commander of the Central Theater Command as a lieutenant general.

He paid a heavy price, which was, of course, the result of mediation by multiple forces.

Neither of them wanted to give way to the other, so he, who had no connections, was pulled in.

If he steps down, he will never have such an opportunity again.

If they want to make money in the future, it will probably be harder than climbing to heaven.

Knowing he didn't want to go back, Brian decided to be frank:
"Don't even think about refusing. You have no right to refuse. I'm just informing you."

"Also, the next person to replace you is named Benjamin Mahan."

The moment the name was mentioned, all of Kelvin's remaining hope was shattered.

The surname Mahan is very famous in America because the family produced a man named Alfred Mahan.

This person wrote a book called Sea Power.

It was precisely because of the influence of this book that America had the navy it has today, and that it has expanded to its current state.

This family is large, and most of them serve in the Navy.

This man named Benjamin Mahan was one of the best among them.

A graduate of West Point, he worked at the Navy think tank right after graduation and has remained there ever since.

Their military rank was even one level higher than his own.

Although he hasn't reached the rank of general yet, he's already halfway to general. He just needs one opportunity to climb up and then put stars on his shoulders.

The other party would come here at this time, surely to attach stars to their own shoulders.

If you agree, the other party might help you solve some problems, but if you disagree, you will become their mortal enemy.

Kelvin closed his eyes, took a few breaths to calm his racing heart, and resignedly said:

"I agree!"

"Then go pack your things, and come back with me later." After saying this, Brian turned and walked towards the representatives of the military-industrial groups, wanting to hear their thoughts.

Behind these representatives from the military industrial groups, Eisent, holding his phone, sent Lin Yi the whole story.

Suzhou.

Lying in bed, Lin Yi saw the photos in the chat group and the documents that had been sent to him, and his face couldn't help but twitch.

Defend against drones...

If this thing were so easy to defend against, it wouldn't have the nickname "Small Country Air Force Trial Card".

Shaking his head, Lin Yi sent over several defensive methods that met Eisent's requirements:
“Mr. Eisent, there is an old Chinese saying: ‘A thousand days to guard against thieves.’”

"The drone is the thief, and what we need to do is either keep the thief out or let him in to fight him."

"According to your requirements, the simplest, most effective, and lowest-cost way is to install wire mesh."

"These drones typically use collision fuses, which require a collision to detonate the explosive charge."

"The gaps in the barbed wire are large enough that when a drone carrying a shell crashes into it, the shell will get stuck in the gap, making it difficult for the drone to get in or out."

"Furthermore, when it hit the barbed wire, most of the drone's propellers were damaged, rendering it unable to continue flying and committing crimes."

"This is the most appropriate way in my opinion."

"As for the rest, laser attacks or directional electromagnetic interference, the technology is not mature enough, the product iteration is slow, the performance is poor, and it cannot be put into use yet."

So, goodnight!

After sending the message, Lin Yi plugged his phone in to charge, closed his eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

Qatar.

In the huge conference room, Eisent looked at the messages on his phone, trying hard to imagine what it would look like when this so-called barbed wire was installed on America's main battle tank.

It's ugly, extremely ugly, and it completely ruins the design of the M1 tank.

It looks like a coffin box.

(End of this chapter)