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Chapter 261 Polymer Nanocomposite Defense Network! (Third Update!)

Armor equipment manufacturers rack their brains and use every possible method to make their equipment less noticeable on the battlefield.

Apply camouflage colors and design camouflage nets.

Now, a brand new weapon has appeared, rendering their painstakingly designed camouflage worthless. Not only worthless, but they also have to make their equipment more noticeable.

The thought of these coffin boxes moving across the Mesopotamian plains, in Afghanistan, in Iran, and in various other places made Eisent a little nervous.

Despite his inability to hold back, he still followed Lin Yi's idea and first drew several sketches of armored vehicles and tanks in his notebook, and then attached the so-called metal mesh to them.

With a few strokes, he sketched out the draft, added the laser and electromagnetic interference scheme from Lin Yi's message, and then handed it over as if it were his own.

Having completed his mission, he returned to his seat and began to slack off and joke around.

Looking at this lively crowd, he didn't know what the point of his presence was.

I don't know why I'm here.

He regretted his greed and his decision to agree to the transfer. If he hadn't agreed, he would be enjoying the summer in Hawaii right now.

Enjoy the summer sun and sand, enjoy the summer sunshine and beautiful women.

Instead of enjoying the Iraqi sands here!

Damn!

But the thought of his bulging wallet made Eisent puff out his chest with pride.

President Franklin looks more lovable.

At least, President Franklin was able to enjoy life.

On the other side, the others also handed over their proposals one after another. Representatives from several military industrial groups were particularly proud. From beginning to end, they stood tall with pride and looked at the others present with disdain.

After waiting a while longer, when no one submitted a proposal, several generals from the Central Theater Command picked up these messy proposals and began to study them carefully.

Brian is the boss, so he has to review all the plans.

And he became the person who ate the most shit.

After only looking at a few proposals, he grabbed them and started yelling at them:

"What does it mean to make the tank bigger and install air defense radar on it?"

"Don't you know that our tanks have anti-aircraft radar?"

"It's precisely because radar is prone to misscanning and mistaking this thing for a big bird that I need your collective wisdom!"

"And look at this: add two machine gunners to the tanks, use human defense against air attacks!"

"Come on, you who wrote this plan, stand up! Tell me, how can we add two machine gunners to a tank?"

"Should we weld two driver's compartments onto the outside of the tank, or just hang them on the outside as human armor?"

"Welding in the driver's compartment, is this still a tank?"

"If it's hanging outside, then tell me, who will act as this external human armor?"

"Would you like to be one?"

"Look at this again!"

"Establish large-scale signal jamming stations, with equipment operating 24/7 to jam signals in real time!"

"That's a good idea! Now let me ask you, how do you contact your teammates when they're fighting in this area?"

"It's the old method: the team walks forward, and a line is dragged behind them. Wherever they go, the line follows."

"What if someone cuts your communication line, connects their equipment, and eavesdrops on your messages?"

"A post every five steps, with manual monitoring of the route?"

"If I had that many soldiers, would I ask such stupid questions?"

"I don't need to ask you people at all!"

"And this one, equipping tanks with intelligent systems and replacing the gun barrels with electromagnetic guns and laser guns, will make it easy to deal with these drones."

"are you a pig?"

"That's a tank, a diesel-powered tank!"

"In combat mode, a tank that consumes over 900 liters of fuel per 100 kilometers—tell me, where am I supposed to get enough electricity to replace this thing with an electromagnetic cannon and a laser cannon?"

"No, why do I feel like you guys have become stupid?"

Upon reaching the end, Brian flew into a rage and began to hurl insults.

At this moment, he finally understood why Barlock of the Naval Systems Command would insist on making trouble at this critical juncture and carrying out the so-called supplier replacement.

Although everyone is quite greedy, and quite greedy at that, they all have a moral compass and a red line in their hearts.

This red line is to ensure that America's army has sufficient deterrent power when it goes out.

At the very least, the appearances must be presented conspicuously.

Even if it's scary, be the scariest one.

Only in this way would people deliver money to these generals.

Now, looking at these guys, Brian suddenly realized with despair that in two years, they might not even be able to finish their vanity projects.

From questioning the Baroque, to understanding the Baroque, and finally to becoming a Baroque.

Brian did it in just a few seconds!
But he could only become Baroque. As the commander of the Central Theater Command, he only obeyed the direct leadership of President America.

The price of only obeying the president's direct subordinates is that, during peacetime, he cannot fully control the appointment of his subordinates.

He knew they were a bunch of idiots, but he couldn't get rid of them all.

He could only get rid of a few insignificant idiots.

Taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing his anger, he picked up several more plans, wanting to see just how stupid these people could be.

As he flipped through the pages, he came across a proposal from the Marine Corps.

Looking at the proposal signed by Eisent, Brian's face twitched involuntarily.

By equipping armored units with modular metal mesh, even if a drone carrying a bomb crashes into them, the distance between the metal mesh and the armored unit can effectively reduce the impact of the bomb explosion.

Even armor-piercing projectiles, after the metallic heat generated by the explosion decays over this distance, cannot effectively kill armored units.

Similarly, similar metal mesh can also be used on other fixed defensive structures.

After spending a few minutes reviewing the proposal, Brian gave his assessment—idiot.

However, compared to other idiotic proposals, this one seemed so refined and human-like, and more importantly, it was the sentence the other party added at the end.

Before laser and electromagnetic weapons can be miniaturized, this is the most cost-effective option.

Similarly, we cannot defend against thieves forever, so we must embrace this technology. After all, based on on-site analysis, this technology is very suitable for anti-infantry operations.

This sentence was a bit long, but Brian was very satisfied with it.

It is truly rare for an officer to be able to analyze these technologies and the current situation from a practical perspective.

Unfortunately, the other party was a Marine.

If I remember correctly, the other party had previously provided a construction plan for an outpost camp, which was very practical and quite good.

This proposal, along with the previous one, shows that the other party is a pragmatic person.

At least they seem much better than the bunch of lousy bums under my command. The only downside is that they belong to the Marine Corps, which is outside my jurisdiction, so getting them over will take some effort.

Based on what the other party has shown so far, it's not worth wasting my time.

After setting that proposal aside, Brian patiently looked at the other proposals. With the previous proposals as a foundation, he could only laugh at these others.

I don't want to swear.

After reviewing all the plans, the four-star general felt a chill creep up his spine and down to his head.

Of all these options, they could only choose one from among the short ones.

Simply...

He gently massaged his temples with both hands and handed Eisent's copy of the plan to the people around him.

When the generals nearby saw the plan, their old faces immediately turned bitter.

They also knew that the plan was a bit far-fetched.

However, among all these solutions, this one is the most practical.

After whispering and discussing it for a while, the group finally shared their opinions with Brian.

【agree! 】

Let's choose this option!

[This should serve as a warning to those below!]

【It’s him! 】

After receiving feedback from others, Brian held up this tall one, chosen from among the shorter ones:

"Everyone, among the proposals you submitted, only this one is the most suitable from the current technical, economic, and feasibility perspectives."

"None of the other proposals are suitable!"

"Now, please welcome the proposer of this plan, our dear Lieutenant Colonel Eisent."

In the audience, Eisent was sleeping with his eyes half-closed when he suddenly heard a familiar name. He opened his eyes abruptly, glanced around in confusion, and then quickly closed them again.

It's definitely not me; it must be someone with the same name.

However, just as he closed his eyes, Brian on stage noticed that no one was responding, so he simply called out the names again:
“Lieutenant Colonel Eisent, the Marine Corps Logistics Officer transferred from Hawaii to the Central Command, please come up here.”

This time, Eisent's eyes widened even more.

The team affiliation, experience, position, and name are all correct.

It wasn't someone with the same name; the four-star general was indeed calling out to him!
Taking a deep breath, Eisent slowly stood up, walked blankly to Brian, and then suddenly stood at attention:
"General Brian!"

"You're very good, and your plan is excellent!" Brian didn't hold back his praise, commending Eisent in front of everyone present.

While praising them, he was also sizing up his subordinates with his eyes.

And the reactions of the people present were exactly as he had expected.

With just a few words, the group of people below the stage glared angrily at Eisent.

Noticing the angry looks from these people, Brian quickly looked away and focused his gaze on Eisent:

"I remember you. The design for that Marine Corps outpost in Ramadi, Iraq, was yours."

“I know, this should be a proposal from a construction contractor you are familiar with.”

"But that plan was very comprehensive, taking into account all the possible points."

"This shows that you are a very serious and pragmatic person."

"From a practical point of view, only by fully informing the construction contractor of the actual needs can the construction contractor provide a corresponding solution."

"very good!"

“So, my dear soldier boy…” Brian paused, then placed his hand on Eisent’s shoulder:

"Of all the proposals this time, yours is the most practical."

"Then, this glorious and great task is entrusted to you."

"I'm giving you a week. Within this week, you need to complete this plan."

“Your plan will be reviewed by the new frontline commander, Benjamin Mahan, in a week.”

"Understand?"

"Understood!" Eisent nodded repeatedly upon hearing Brian's words. He had no idea what glory or greatness meant; two thoughts were currently running through his mind.

My first thought was that Lieutenant General Kelvin, who was originally in the Central Theater Command, would be replaced by Benjamin Mahan.

That would mean that a minor reshuffle would occur among the various groups in the Central Theater Command.

If handled well, he might even be able to make a fortune from this.

My second thought was that Brian entrusting me with the defensive equipment project was a great opportunity for me to make money.

These things don't earn much money, but if you have enough of them, you can make a considerable amount.

Seeing that Eisent had agreed, Brian turned his attention to the others in the Central Theater Command, as well as several representatives from the military-industrial complex.

He felt incredibly pleased to see all these people glaring at Eisent as if they wanted to devour him.

After staring at these people for a while, he spoke again:
"Everyone, in this competition of proposals, your skills are inferior to others."

"So for the next period of time, you will need to cooperate well with Lieutenant Colonel Eisent."

"Get this done well!"

"Now, let's adjourn!"

Once the order was given, he took his belongings and, along with several other generals, quickly left the meeting place.

As these people left, Eisent also noticed the reactions of the others in the Central Theater Command.

He gave an awkward laugh and quickly left the scene.

After leaving the scene, he immediately went to the airport, boarded a plane to Kuwait, and returned to the Arifjan military camp.

He sat in his office for a long time, until evening, before finally taking out his phone, finding Lin Yi's contact information, and sending Lin Yi a message.

[Good news! Your proposal has stood out from a bunch of proposals for Down syndrome and has been selected by our dear four-star general, General Brian.]

[The bad news is, he only gave me a week to implement this plan, and the others in the Central Theater Command are very dissatisfied with me and probably won't cooperate. So, my dear friend, I need your help.]

Oh, and remember to give this plan a sophisticated name.

Suzhou.

Lin Yi, who was having breakfast, saw the message pop up on his phone and couldn't help but wonder.

What kind of Down syndrome treatment plan could make such a casual plan stand out and be selected by a 4-star general?

But looking at Eisent's message, Lin Yi's fingers naturally landed on the keyboard and typed a few lines.

[Project Name: Polymer Nanocomposite Defense Network!]

Also, you need to send me the appearance parameters of the equipment you need!

(End of this chapter)