The solar system is broken

"Mr. Major," An Lan put the pencil in his breast pocket, "That's probably what happened."

"Huh?" The writer rubbed his face. Those broken capillaries made his face extremely rosy.

An Lan is not a good narrator. He doesn’t know the conversation between Huo Shan and Moss, nor does he know the explosive scene of Huo Shan’s torture.

"General Huo specifically asked the students to protect their husband," An Lan looked at his watch.

The soldiers had already finished loading the light and heavy weapons into the truck. The poor condolences team and technicians from the Mining Bureau were driven under the train, shivering in the night wind.

"Protect me?"

The writer shook his head, what kind of advice was this?

How should I describe the relationship with Huo Shan? The writer thinks it is not very good.

Ever since Moss asked the writer to join the staff, Huo Shan didn't like him very much.

Now I suddenly ask my students to take care of themselves, I'm afraid there is something fishy.

"Yes, Mr. Writer," An Lan nodded, "Please come with my group."

"Not going."

Are you kidding me? An Lan is not going to go sightseeing or fighting. The risk factor is very high.

"If you don't go, you are disobeying military orders."

"I'm not from your regiment headquarters. As a staff officer in our army headquarters, my military rank is the same as yours~"

Although the writer may be considered young, his rank is not low.

When the army was founded, Moss put him in the staff department.

Coupled with his identity as a blue-blooded person, it is even more gilded.

"Heizi!"

"arrive!"

A dark shadow flashed across.

"I'm going!"

There is no doubt that the writer felt that this fierce man might beat him to death.

"Can't I cure you?"

"It can be cured, it can be cured." The writer smiled sarcastically.

"Then let's hit the road."

"The word "road" is unlucky."

"Heizi~"

"Good luck!" The writer took An Lan's hand and did not dare to move even a little.

"From now on, you will be responsible for protecting the safety of writers." An Lan obviously didn't think much about this issue.

An Lan did not ignore the people on the train. He gave them a few blankets and left two classes behind to let them return to the ferry.

I can only say that I have managed some, but not much.

Then the 112th Regiment walked away under the murderous eyes of everyone.

...

Passerby A: Poor Mr. Writer.

Passerby B: In fact, we are not much better.

Passerby A: At least we still have a chance to live.

Passerby C: You mean that, (Nunu mouth.)

Several soldiers were holding guns and milling around in the crowd.

Passerby A: Oh, my God, we have become prisoners of our own people.

Passerby B: Although I disagree with what this gentleman said, I feel that no one else can use the bullets in their guns except us.

Passerby C: Will my poor steak be crispy alone in the dining room of the carriage?

Passers-by A, B and C: Alas.

...

...

The train was heading towards the bend of the river, but changed its route once midway.

The writer looked at the railway in confusion and was about to ask where he was going.

He knocked down the dark-faced soldier Heizi.

"Ahead is..."

"Soap Factory."

Soap factory?emm.

Wouldn't this be too exciting?

Hotler? Efficient, economical...

No way. Military and political officials cannot be morally corrupt or have human nature distorted.

In fact, the industrial zone in Hequ is slightly different from that in Youzhou. The main production is still light industrial products.

60% of light industrial products are produced in Hequ Industrial Zone, while the proportion of heavy industry in the entire Hequ city only accounts for less than 30%.

(At this time, the output value of the tertiary industry was very weak, and it was dominated by the service industry.)

Compared to half of the main city of Youzhou, it is even more lame.

The entire Hequ Industrial Zone is laid out in the southeast direction.

There is a vital industrial enterprise in the entire industrial zone, Hequ Arsenal.

The items produced by this arsenal are different from Youzhou's conventional weapons.

Its main products are ultra-long-range weapons (as opposed to short-range artillery shells), and most of the famous Yo-Yo N1 missiles are produced here.

I heard that they are currently working on a simple high-altitude constant motion device.

All this is due to a small aluminum ore and titanium ore mining in He meander.

(In fact, aerospace has very little demand for super-strong steel with a yield strength greater than 1380 MPa, and half of them will not exceed 10% at most)

(The difference between aerospace and missiles is that, simply put, one has a warhead and the other has a spacecraft.)

(This is also why the level of a country’s aerospace industry hints at its missile level.)

Bang~

Bang~

The train ran forward as fast as it could.

The branches in front of the window receded rapidly.

The industrial zone is nearly 20 kilometers away from the main city of Hequ. Once a war breaks out, the industrial zone will definitely bear the brunt.

What's ridiculous is that the military has always stated that enemy arrows will not fall from the sky here.

This He meander industrial zone does not have heavy defenses, only a simple wall.

An Lan's headquarters is very simple, with a radio station, two correspondents, and a regimental staff officer.

If you want to count, there is also a military staff officer.

There was no familiar and messy telegram sound. An Lan was resting with his eyes slightly closed, preparing for the war that was about to begin.

The lights in the carriage kept swaying, pulling the figures of everyone around.

The writer looked away, trying not to look at the sunspot sitting opposite him.

He felt very miserable and was not prepared at all.

Originally I was hanging out with girls, drinking drinks, singing songs, and just kicking around and it turned into this.

As sleepless as the writer is the telegraph operator who always wears headphones.

However, he was playing with the pencil in his hand out of boredom, and it was obvious that he was also in an unconscious state.

The car is moving forward.

The night is deepening.

Today is also a passionate night.

The writer rested his chin on his hand, leaning on his seat, feeling drowsy and about to fall asleep.

rock.

rock.

I don't know how long it took.

Didi didi~

Da da da.

The sound of the telegram interrupted the writer's sleep.

The telegraph operator quickly drew something on the piece of paper with a pencil.

The writer squinted his eyes and looked sideways.

This is a set of passwords, but the password is obviously encrypted. The writer can't figure it out just by looking at it.

However, according to expectations, such a password can only be encrypted twice at most. After all, the author has not seen any auxiliary decryption tools. This kind of wartime password relies on manual decryption and cannot be too complicated at all.

I just don’t know if it’s a one-time password. The writer watched the telegraph operator record the telegram sound quickly.

He also clicked his hands twice from time to time, presumably to confirm whether the other party was clear.

"Why do you know the password?"

"I know a little bit," Heizi raised his eyes and looked at the writer with a dark face and disdain.

"What did he say?"

"have no idea."

"Tch~" The corners of his mouth curled up.

"But I will soon know what he said." The writer said very rudely.

The message is not short and looks important.

The telegraph operator made rapid calculations at his desk.

The writer squinted his eyes and watched his gestures.

Deciphering the password is very simple. One is to use a massive amount of messages without a codebook, and then conduct frequency correspondence, and then guess, reason, or even use the Yangshou algorithm.

Of course, if there is a corresponding textual meaning, the algorithm does not change. It is directly brute force cracked and compared using a comparison method (generally speaking, computers are used, and humans cannot do it) to get it out.

Obviously the writer does not need to go to such trouble. Although the general process of decryption is unclear, the algorithm of a few bytes can still be seen clearly.

He could still hear all the messages, but he still couldn't figure it out. He felt that he could drive screws.

"Captain, there is an urgent call from Yuansi."

"Read it." An Lan rubbed his eyebrows and straightened up.

"Your unit, the 112th Regiment, immediately send out a radio station to mark the enemy. N2 missiles will help you defeat the enemy."

"Watch your distance."

n2 missile?

A Yo-Yo missile was tested in Youzhou City in the early days.

The writer has witnessed the entire launch process with his own eyes, but what the writer did not expect was how this thing could be put into actual combat so quickly.

However, according to the nomenclature of the research department, see t12 and t13, they should be second-generation missiles.

It took less than a week to go from n1 to n2? How does it feel...

An Lan pouted, "Can the research institute not be able to bear it anymore?"

If you want to say who is most anxious about the destruction of Hequ Industrial Zone, it is definitely the white coats in the research institute.

There is no way half of the scientific research results are there. If there is a fire, their hair may be thinned by half.

Contributing rockets directly is to make the industrial zone foolproof.

It can be said that there are many interest groups in this war, and each of them has evil intentions.

"Captain, what should we do?"

"Execute~" An Lan spread his hands, what can be done, they came from Yuansi.

If the telegram had been sent directly from the research institute, they would have been able to evade it with nonsense excuses. Now the military department has issued an order, and this is the only way to implement it.

"yes."

"Send a clear report to the industrial zone and let them mark the enemy." An Lan smiled.

The ball reached the industrial area in no time.

Although there is no defense force in the industrial area, there is still security.

The security force is not affiliated with the military, but is jointly managed by the military and the intelligence department.

Therefore, the security forces are often the scapegoats of the two departments, who are not human inside and out.

Simply marking the enemy's location is not necessarily difficult for the security team.

"yes."

The writer stared at the telegraph operator's technique, the familiar smell, the Morse code.

Set off immediately in your area to detect the enemy and report them back to Youzhou.

The writer generally understood the principle of this radio station. The original code was Morse code, and then encryption was performed on the basis of Morse code.

Deciphering this code should not be too simple. The writer immediately had a mental draft, and the formula of the entire message gradually became clear in his mind.

He thought it was worth a pen to break this thing open.

"Captain, according to the latest information, the enemy may not be more than 5 hours away from the industrial area."

"Don't be afraid." An Lan waved his hand, "In my estimation, they will reorganize before the raid. Otherwise, the two-day march will make it difficult for his soldiers to fight immediately."

"If I were the enemy commander, I would take a short rest after crossing the river."

This merchant army did not have many horses.

It is not practical for chariots to pass through dense coniferous forests, so this army has no animal power to use.

The journey is nearly 60 kilometers, and there is no mainland. There are only trails that are unbearable to walk on. After marching for two days and nights, people have little strength.

"But to be on the safe side, we still have to go faster."

An Lan didn't dare to make too many mistakes. War is a very cautious matter. If you are careless, you will fall into a situation where there is no recovery.

The lights are flying and there are shadows of people.

The writer looked at the telegraph operator indifferently and muttered something.

"accelerate!"

"accelerate!"

In the boiler room, coal was quickly filled into the boiler, and the steam roared like a ghost.

The speeding train split the entire coniferous forest into two pieces.

The entire train was quiet and without any disturbance, but what they didn't know was what they would face next.

In the entire history of war, it is also a very colorful event.

The strongest surface army of the Shang Kingdom, and one of its most outstanding commanders, Yuanye.

Among the shining imperial generals, Yuan Ye is definitely the brightest beacon.

It's a pity that the misalignment of time and space made them rush across the starry sky.