Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

Base air defense command post.

On the huge radar screen, a green dot of light was swaggering back and forth across the border line, much like dancing on a grave, before suddenly accelerating and plunging straight into the heart of the territory.

"Altitude 22000 meters, speed 750 km/h." The radar operator's voice trembled, his fingers gripping the control panel tightly. "Sir, the HQ-1 can't reach it! They're taking advantage of our short legs!"

This is what makes the U-2 reconnaissance aircraft so arrogant.

Taking advantage of their high altitude, they practically had a "God's-eye view" in this era. The Americans and the "Black Cat Squadron" on the other side of the strait treated this place as their own backyard, coming and going as they pleased.

"Can't reach it?"

He Yuzhu stood in front of the command platform, looking at the arrogant spot of light, his fingertips lightly tapping the table.

"That was before."

He turned and walked toward the technical station, which was connected to the newly deployed "full-band phased array radar" and three HQ-2B missiles that he had personally modified using his "Firearms Modification Mastery" skill.

He Yuzhu grabbed the microphone, his tone as calm as if he were drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with peanuts: "This is He Yuzhu. Missile Battalion, listen to my commands."

"Chief Designer, the new radar is amazing! The targets are so clear you could see right through their underwear!"

"But... the distance is too far and the altitude is too high, making it difficult to calculate the firing data!" The battalion commander's heavy breathing came through the headset.

"You don't need to calculate it; I am the computer."

He Yuzhu closed his eyes, and the [King of Soldiers Engine] instantly went full speed.

In his mind, countless green data streams were frantically scrolling across the screen. Wind speed, air pressure, Earth's curvature, target maneuvering habits... all the data converged in his mind into a red, deadly trajectory.

"Azimuth 125°, Elevation 78°, Lead time 3.5 seconds." He Yuzhu spoke rapidly, yet each word was clear. "Three rounds in rapid succession, 2-second interval. Proximity fuse set to 0.05-second delay. Execute!"

"This..." The battalion commander was stunned. These parameters were completely different from those in the textbook!

"What are you standing there for? If something happens, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it around like a ball! Light the fire!" He Yuzhu roared.

"Yes! Ignite!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Gobi Desert was instantly illuminated, and three fiery dragons tore through the twilight, carrying an indomitable killing intent, soaring straight towards the sky.

At an altitude of 22,000 meters.

Ace pilot Jack was humming a country tune, fiddling with his camera, preparing to take a "close-up" of the nuclear facility below.

"Thank God, those yellow-skinned monkeys are still playing in the mud," Jack chewed gum, looking relaxed. "Their missiles can't even touch my exhaust fumes. This mission is practically a paid vacation."

Drop drop!

The radar warning receiver in the cockpit suddenly started screaming like crazy, and the red light flashed like a disco ball in a disco.

"What the fxxk?!" Jack nearly swallowed his gum in shock. "Locked on?! This is impossible! This is inland China, where would they get a modified SAM-2? God, is this radar broken?!"

Before he could react, three points of light outside the porthole, like the pupils of death, were rapidly enlarging.

Jack frantically pulled the control stick, trying to execute a skillful maneuver to evade the enemy.

But this aircraft, which had a huge wingspan in pursuit of service ceiling, now looked as clumsy as a goose with a broken wing.

"No! No!!"

Boom! ...

The first missile exploded on the left side of the plane, and the shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, tore apart the fragile wing.

Immediately afterwards, the second missile exploded precisely above the cockpit.

In his last moments of consciousness, Jack saw only a dazzling burst of light.

His unsent film rolls, along with the expensive spy plane, transformed into a sky full of extravagant fireworks.

Inside the command post.

The moment the dots on the radar screen disappeared, the entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Three seconds later.

"We took it! We really took it!!"

The cheers nearly lifted the roof off, and hats and documents were thrown into the air.

"Chief Designer He is awesome!!"

"I knew it! As long as Chief Engineer He is here, even the Heavenly King himself would have to kneel down!"

Marshal Nie, his face flushed with excitement, strode over and slapped He Yuzhu's shoulder hard, as if he wanted to shatter his shoulder blade: "Good lad! You've really got it! Now let's see who dares to shit or piss on our heads!"

He Yuzhu put down the microphone, his face showing little joy, as if he had simply swatted a fly.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring: "Commander Nie, send someone to collect the bodies... if there are any more bodies."

"Also, find the black box and camera from the plane wreckage."

"Chief Engineer, what should we do with the wreckage? Should we send it to the research institute?"

"Send it to what research institute?" He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Send the wreckage to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, let them tell the Americans that if anyone dares to stick their claws in again, this pile of scrap metal will be their fate."

"Also," He Yuzhu turned to look at the world map on the wall, his gaze falling on the other side of the ocean, "notify the propaganda department to issue a press release."

"It is said that the Chinese Air Force, during a routine target practice exercise in the northwest airspace today, accidentally shot down a large model aircraft of unknown nationality."

"We strongly condemn the act of this model aircraft interfering with the normal training of our military and reserve the right to claim compensation."

Marshal Nie was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing until tears almost streamed down his face: "This isn't condemnation, it's practically attacking my spirit! 'Large-scale model airplane,' how could you even think of that!"

[Ding! Host detected shooting down U-2 reconnaissance aircraft. Defending national airspace!]

[Mission Rating: SSS!]

[Check-in successful! Rewards: Medium- and long-range ballistic missile technology (Dongfeng-3/4), solid-fuel rocket engine blueprints, and miniature nuclear reactor technology (for submarines)!]

He Yuzhu stubbed out his cigarette as he listened to the system's reward notification.

Now that the flies in the sky have been killed, it's time to let the sharks swimming in the ocean taste the "truth" too.

Dignity resides only on the edge of a sword, and truth lies only within the range of a cannon.

"Commander Nie," He Yuzhu straightened his uniform, "prepare a ticket for me to go to the Huludao Shipyard."

"I want to see the sea."

Marshal Nie was taken aback: "Looking at the sea? You're not working on the hydrogen bomb anymore? That's a weapon of mass destruction."

"With Yu Min in charge of the hydrogen bomb, things are stable."

He Yuzhu put on his military cap, his back straight as a pine tree, and strode out.

"I'm going to install a 'heart' that never stops for our navy."

"From now on, we'll be in charge of the ocean."