Rebirth of the Flying Era

"Bang" sound!

Far away on the island of Java, in a mansion on the outskirts of Jakarta.

An exquisite vase was smashed to the ground, marble and ceramic collided, one was cracked, and the other was shattered into pieces.

"That's unreasonable!"

A short, skinny young man gasped angrily.

A pair of triangular eyes flashed with a sinister cold light.

Sitting on the sofa next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a goose-yellow half-sleeved shirt. The left sleeve was empty, and his entire arm was cut off at the root. It was Wang Xuan who had escaped from the capital a while ago.

This angry young man in his thirties went to the airport to pick him up, Suharto's nephew, Subian.

"General, there is no need to be angry." Wang Xuan said calmly: "The Liu family has always been your uncle's supporter. It may not be a bad thing for Liu Ye to be arrested in the mainland this time."

Subian's face was as dark as water, he put away his temper and paced back and forth in the large living room.

Shen Shen said: "You mean, we take the opportunity to attack in advance?"

Wang Xuan said lightly: "I'm not an expert in this area. If you feel you are ready, it's not impossible. But before that, I suggest you get rid of Du Fei in advance."

Subian frowned and said, "Du Fei?"

A trace of hatred flashed deep in Wang Xuan's eyes.

The last plan in the capital failed and he lost an arm.

He knew he couldn't afford to offend Zhang Qiling and the Zhang family behind him.

After escaping, he reviewed the whole thing again and simply put the account on the heads of Du Fei and Zhu Ting.

In addition, after this failure, he suddenly realized that he had made the wrong goal before.

Wang Xuan had always thought that the Zhu family’s ‘variable’ was Zhu Ting.

Only now do I understand that this ‘variable’ is not Zhu Ting, but Du Fei!

And he, in order to seek immortality, worked hard, and what he wanted was to find a slim chance of survival amidst the 'variables'.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to offend the Zhu family and wanted to kidnap Zhu Ting.

Now the target is Du Fei.

It's just that he won't tell Subian these reasons.

In Wang Xuan's eyes, Subian and even his uncle Suharto were just pawns to achieve his goal of immortality.

Wang Xuandao: "Du Fei is the boss behind the Lou family in Xiangjiang, and the culprit who provides weapons to the four families of Huang Lin, Chen and Cai."

Subian didn't know much about things in the flower-growing country.

He only knew that the weapons of Huanglin, Chen and Cai families were all transferred from Xiangjiang through Lou Hongyi.

The Liuye who found Du Fei before was not his person, but his uncle Suharto's person.

He was just so angry when he learned that Liu Ye was caught and felt offended.

This mentality is like, I can beat and scold my own dog, but others cannot.

And with hundreds of people coming back from planting flowers, plus a large number of guns and ammunition, Subian had a headache.

It's just that these are nothing at the moment, I'm just afraid that they will keep coming in the future.

If the signs of armed resistance cannot be completely eliminated as soon as possible, it will be very difficult for him and his uncle.

No one knew better than Subian that his uncle's position was far less secure than it seemed.

Although many opponents have been eliminated through internal and external purges in the past two years, the foundation is still unstable.

It all depends on the troops in his hands.

If possible, they don't want to attack the Huaren family easily.

When it comes to making money in business, no one is better at it than Hua Ren.

Moreover, the Huaren family is also willing to gain security through sharing profits.

But not this time.

To put it bluntly, the meat is not divided enough.

At the beginning, Suharto had an unfair advantage in the country, so he made numerous official appointments and made wishes in order to gain power.

Now when it comes time to divide the fruit, I suddenly find that there is not enough fruit to divide.

In the past two years, he targeted the public party in order to delay the resolution of conflicts and free up more benefits.

Unfortunately, it was only delayed for three or four years.

So far, all that is left are hard bones that cannot be chewed, but the fruit is still not enough.

It was even more impossible for Suharto to take it from his own bowl.

In the end, even if they kill the goose to get the eggs, they have to focus on people like Huang Lin and Chen Cai.

While Suharto has to take care of the overall situation, Subian has his own plans.

As Suharto's nephew, he was not willing to play a supporting role for his cousin in the future.

He arrogantly believed that his talent and courage far exceeded that of his cousin, and he should become his uncle's successor.

Therefore, he must use every opportunity to expand his strength and influence.

To do this, you must have money, lots and lots of money!

This move against Huang Lin and Chen Cai is a good opportunity to seize wealth.

He will never allow anyone to harm his good deeds.

Subian's eyes were sinister and he said, "What's Mr. Wang's plan?"

Wang Xuan smiled and moved his left shoulder.

This was an action he was accustomed to. Whenever he encountered this situation in the past, he would raise his hand and gently twist his beard, looking sanctimonious.

But now, his arm is gone.

Wang Xuan's eyes flashed with resentment, but on the surface he said calmly: "Don't worry, Your Excellency, the mountain man has his own clever plan."

At the same time, far away in the capital.

Since the last phone call with Huang Yunzhong, Du Fei's life is back on track.

At the tractor factory, as the first batch of three tanks rolled off the production line, the production process was gradually streamlined.

Welding of steel plates has begun on the second batch of three tanks.

At the same time, the 'Red Eye' anti-aircraft missiles obtained from South Vietnam finally arrived in the capital.

Previously, in order to deliver goods to Dongyang as soon as possible, it was an urgent matter.

The cargo ship sailed directly from the South China Sea to the Sendai Port in the East. After unloading, it was delayed for several days due to weather conditions before returning to Hong Kong.

Although the cargo ship belongs to Lou Hongyi, it is registered in Xiangjiang and flies the Yingguo flag.

If it is not necessary, it will not stop at the port where flowers are planted.

There is nothing we can do about this.

In the end, Du Fei left the ten red-eyed missiles, turned around in a big circle, and returned to Xiangjiang to unload.

Then it was transferred from Xiangjiang to Guangzhou, and then from Guangzhou to the capital, and finally it was in the hands of Du Fei.

At this time, in Du Fei's office.

Deputy Director Li and Li Geng of Factory 8270 are looking at the shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile in front of them.

The father and son could not help but marvel and marvel.

Needless to say, the speed of information dissemination in this era is really very slow.

Li Geng and his son are considered leaders among people. Before this, they had never heard of such an anti-aircraft missile that could be carried by a single soldier.

"Is this done by the Americans?" Deputy Director Li's brows knitted into a knot.

The red-eyed missile and launcher in front of him have been separated, and the shell of the missile has also been disassembled.

Because the fuse was removed, there was no need to worry about safety issues.

However, its precise structure and large number of electronic components indicate that this missile, which is no thicker than a human arm, has reached a very high level of technology and manufacturing.

Based on previous experiences, Deputy Director Li and his son could guess Du Fei's intentions.

The two of them were a little frightened.

It’s not difficult to get a mortar or rocket launcher before.

Even when it comes to tanks, there are still examples to follow. After all, China has been able to independently produce the Type 59 tank.

But this missile in front of me...

It is really difficult to imitate it.

Apart from anything else, the many integrated circuits used in it cannot be produced domestically.

The current level of electronic equipment for growing flowers has just begun to touch transistors.

Although in 1965, Shang Hai copied the first integrated circuit.

But the technology is not mature and there is no reliability.

Industrial applications are at least a few years away.

If you want to imitate this kind of "Red Eye" anti-aircraft missile, it is almost impossible to solve the circuit problem domestically, and you can only find a way to outsource it.

Or give up integrated circuits temporarily and still use transistor circuits.

But in this case, the size and weight cannot be taken into consideration.

In fact, strictly speaking, this result is not unacceptable.

A lot of Sugo's equipment is this way.

Because electronic technology is not good enough, in order to achieve the same effect, the amount can only be increased.

In the end, a lot of Russian-style equipment appeared that looked "silly, big, black, rough, brutal and rough".

If it is used by the People's Liberation Army, it is not impossible.

At most, it's bigger and heavier.

If a single soldier can't carry it, just two people can carry it. Even if it doesn't work like a mortar, it can be used as a simple launcher.

But if you want to make money with this thing, you definitely can't do it this way.

Unless it's something like Dongyang, which is really hopeless.

Otherwise, if you compare it with Midea's "Red Eyes" or Su Ge's "Holy Grail", you will be embarrassed on the spot.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, be afraid of comparing goods.

Du Fei thought for a while and said to Deputy Director Li: "Old Li, put the integrated circuit aside for now, and go back and copy the drawings first."

Deputy Director Li nodded: "That's no problem. The structure of this thing is very simple, and the small rocket engine used is not complicated. The main difficulty lies in the electronic equipment, infrared guidance, target tracking, flight control system..."

At the end of the sentence, Deputy Director Li couldn't help but sigh.

Du Fei was not so pessimistic.

Integrated circuits are indeed high-tech nowadays, and planting flowers is temporarily out of the question.

But it doesn’t matter, Japan has it!

One hundred and ten sets of 'Red Eye' missiles may seem like a lot, but they are actually very ineffective.

During this period, the Hokkaido guerrillas shot down two fighter jets and six helicopters from the Guards.

A total of 48 missiles were used, a ratio of almost ten to one.

At this rate of consumption, the one hundred and ten sets of 'Red Eyes' will be exhausted before June.

At that time, the battlefield will return to the situation of being crushed before.

After the fighter plane was shot down, the Japanese authorities immediately protested strongly to Su Ge.

According to the descriptions of the surviving pilots and nearby witnesses, it is not difficult to guess that it was a small anti-aircraft missile.

Currently, there are only two companies with this kind of technology.

Of course it is impossible for Papa Midi to give the missiles to the guerrillas.

there is only one truth.

Su Ge's face was confused.

Due to various scruples, I had just rejected Comrade Dongyang's request for assistance, and I felt really bad about it.

These serious businessmen from Tokyo were biting and biting like they had rabies.

I just can't explain it yet.

How to say?

Tell the whole world that the little brothers in the East asked us to help, but the big brother, who is the leader of the world, was too timid and refused to agree.

I can't afford to lose that person!

However, although Su Ge didn't say anything, things soon came to light.

Some guerrillas just threw the missile launcher where they were after using it.

It was picked up by people from the Self-Defense Forces and handed over.

This has stirred up a hornet's nest.

Everyone in Tokyo was confused, and their hearts were filled with questions.

How can this be! Why my father? Why would my father support the guerrillas? Is it because we are not doing well enough?

The garrison was quickly alerted and an investigation was launched.

Until now, Ziwu Maoyou has not been found.

But no matter what, Yamada Kenjiro's "red eyes" are one less than one.

If Du Fei can imitate a missile similar to the 'Red Eye', even if the performance is worse, they can accept it.

As for those integrated circuits, Kenjiro Yamada will figure it out.

Since they started fighting guerrillas in Hokkaido, they have fought vigorously and established a base.

The influence of the Toyo public party is growing.

And because of Mishima and Kazuo's brand name, the guerrillas in Hokkaido were not directly branded as the public party.

Mishima Matakio's idea is not a secret.

This made the country in the East, especially the old aristocrats, not so repulsive to the Hokkaido guerrillas.

Most of these old aristocrats have now become industrial capitalists, many of whom are capable of producing integrated circuits.

Du Fei was thinking in his mind.

I'll contact Yamada Kenjiro later and talk about this matter.

It's best if it works. If it doesn't work, you have to find another way.

Thinking of this, Du Fei leaned on his chair and let out a sigh of relief.

I originally thought I had gotten good stuff from the beautiful land this time, but the result was far from satisfactory.

If the integrated circuit cannot be solved, we will end up going around and around to get Sugoose’s ‘Holy Grail’ missile.

In comparison, the difficulty of imitation will definitely be much lower.

Du Fei suddenly thought of a word - system shackles.

Logically speaking, it is much more difficult to imitate the T62 tank than the shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile.

But for Du Fei, imitating a tank didn't seem particularly difficult.

Although we occasionally encounter problems, they can always be solved as long as we invest time, manpower and material resources.

On the contrary, for the 'Red Eye' missile, as soon as the casing is taken apart, you will be blinded when you see the integrated block inside.

After thinking for a few minutes, Du Fei simply put the anti-aircraft missile aside.

He has been paying attention to the news in Nanyang these past few days, but there has been no news.

Until I was about to get off work in the evening, the phone on my desk suddenly rang.

Du Fei reached out and grabbed it and said "Hey".

The call came from Factory Director Yang from Tianjin: "Hey, manager, we're on board the ship... Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it to make sure nothing goes wrong..."

When Hasim brought his people back from Libya, the biggest task was to transport the eight Dongfeng-1 missiles back.

After meeting that day, Hasim took a young goose expert to the warehouse to see the missiles the next day.

Du Fei was there that day, watching the Sugo expert named 'Vasili' dismantle the maintenance port of a missile. He held a flashlight in his hand and looked inside while carefully comparing it with the drawings in his hand.

Du Fei glanced at it. It was a drawing of the Dongfeng-1 prototype and the Sugo P-2 missile.

I don't know where it came from. It has become yellowed and worn out, and it looks incomplete at first glance.

Vasily was very serious. He sat on the missile and watched it for more than half an hour.

After coming down, Hasim immediately asked in Russian: "Comrade Vasily, how are you?"

Vasily was about thirty-five or six years old, with a tall nose, big eyes, and a tall figure. He was considered a handsome man.

He pushed his eyes, looked at Du Fei next to him, and actually said in Mandarin: "Comrade Du Fei, your missiles are very good, at least there are no problems with this part I saw."

Du Fei was slightly surprised.

Of course there would be no problem with the missiles, and he was surprised that Vasily spoke so well in Mandarin.

Seeing his strangeness, Vasily smiled and said: "I came to Zhonghua in 1954 and left at the end of 1958. I have been working in Shenyang."

Du Fei suddenly realized, no wonder it sounded a bit rough.

He immediately stretched out his hand and shook hands solemnly again: "Comrade Vasily, thank you very much for your selfless help."

Vasily smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I didn't expect that I would be able to come back here one day."

Hashem was a little anxious.

He didn't understand and didn't know what Du Fei and Vasily were talking about. The two suddenly started talking happily.

Fearing that there was something wrong with the missile, he quickly intervened and asked.

After learning that it was not about missiles, I breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss the next step of transportation.

This kind of one is more than 20 meters long, and ordinary transport ships simply don't have such a large warehouse.

Other cargo must be mixed in to cover the missiles.

It is impossible to transport it all at once, and the risk is high.

It was finally decided to go in batches, with Hashem arranging the ships.

The ship used was a freighter from a Yilang shipping company.

At this time, the Pahlavi dynasty still had good relations with the United States and the West.

Using their boats saves you a lot of trouble.

Hashem was so wealthy that he directly rented two ships, each carrying two missiles.

It's shipped back and I'll come back for another run.

It’s also a way to share risks.

Even if there is an accident, it won't be the same.

After agreeing on the general direction, Du Fei left all specific matters to Director Yang.

But he himself came to Vasily's hotel after get off work.

"Dong dong dong~"

Du Fei knocked on the door, and before leaving during the day, he specifically asked Xiao Hei to follow him.

"Comrade Du Fei, please come in~" Vasily was not too surprised, as if he had guessed that Du Fei would come.

Du Fei walked in.

The rooms at the Foreign Affairs Hotel are very nice, spacious and clean.

Du Fei smiled and sat on the sofa and said straight to the point: "Comrade Vasily, I wonder what you want from me?"

Vasily sat next to him, picked up the white porcelain teapot on the coffee table and poured two glasses of water: "Comrade Du Fei, you came to me, why do you ask me what I do for you?"

Du Fei said calmly: "Since I'm here, I might as well tell you what I have to say. Frankly speaking, I am very interested in you."

In fact, Vasily deliberately spoke to Du Fei in Chinese during the day, not to show off his language talent.

He also mentioned that he had been an expert on aiding China for four years.

At that time, Du Fei felt that there was something in his words, so he didn't ask any more questions because Hasim was present.

Vasily smiled and said: "Sorry, forgive me for being presumptuous."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and said, "Want one?"

The brand of cigarettes is something I have never seen before, it is in Arabic.

Du Fei stretched out his hand, pinched out one, and thanked him.

They both lit it on fire.

Du Fei took a sip. The taste was a bit strange, and it couldn't be said to be good.

Vasily took a deep breath, and the red flame burned the cigarette quickly, and he smoked a quarter of the cigarette in one puff.

Du Fei frowned. If he was beaten like this every day, he would probably be beaten to death in a short time.

After two pillars of gray smoke spurted out from his nostrils.

Vasily raised his head and said sincerely: "Comrade Du Fei, please help me!"