Chapter 138 It couldn’t have been picked up in the desert, right?
The temperature in the capital dropped sharply, and it gradually became a bit chilly.
Early in the morning, Zhang Mingrui carried a rare big bag and came to Sun Changxing's office.
His consistent image is that of a clean and tidy person. He doesn’t like backpacks and bags. Even if he has documents or something, he keeps them under his arm as much as possible and keeps them as empty as possible.
So he walked into the office, and Sun Changxing's attention first came to the bag in his hand.
"What are you talking about? Grenade?"
Sun Changxing put down his pen with a curious look on his face.
"Why are you carrying a grenade? I have no grudge against you."
Zhang Mingrui closed the door smoothly and locked it before putting the bag on the table.
Slowly open the zipper, revealing a little red light inside.
"Zhonghua? Didn't I ask you to return the gift? You're a bit too much."
Sun Changxing just took a peek and saw clearly what was in the bag, and immediately showed his dissatisfaction.
Zhang Mingrui mentioned it last time.
Shunfeng gave him a gift and asked what to do with it.
This kind of thing is non-negotiable. You have to return even a toothpick as a gift. This is a serious disciplinary issue.
Zhang Mingrui took out the cigarette and placed it on the table without any cover.
“I bought it myself.”
“You bought it from China? Why don’t I believe it at all?”
“I bought it for you.”
Zhang Mingrui smiled, and there seemed to be a trap behind him.
Sun Changxing was not a vegetarian either. Even though he was crazy about looking at the Chinese food on the table, he still restrained his impulse.
Zhang Mingrui understands.
Highly professional, strong in discipline, not to mention young and in the prime of life, he is a good leader in the three departments.
Under normal circumstances, I don’t do anything frivolous.
So he was a little unsure about this cigarette.
"What do you mean? You know, your sister-in-law is very strict now and doesn't let me touch cigarettes."
"I know." Zhang Mingrui easily tore open the plastic seal of Zhonghua.
See this action.
Sun Changxing's psychological defense has been loosened.
"What are you doing! It's too much! Smoking is harmful to health, don't hurt me."
Zhang Mingrui smiled like Hua'er: "I know that Director Sun is holding high the banner of opposing smoking."
"I know you are still tearing it up!"
"In order to hold high the banner, see We are not allowed to burn the tobacco immediately?”
Don’t tell me.
Zhang Mingrui is really quick with his hands. He has already opened the cigarette box in three or two strokes.
The lighter clicked.
Sun Changxing felt unprecedented happiness.
But there was still some guilt on his face: "You... hurt me! I have been quitting smoking for several days!"
"So how does it feel to quit smoking?"
"Okay, I don't cough anymore, I feel better, the table is much cleaner, and I spent less money. Everything is good, but I don't want to live anymore."
Zhang Mingrui watched. The smoke has been half burned.
I think it’s time to dig a hole.
Then his expression became flattering.
"I have a little thing to trouble the director with."
"Eh... aren't you corrupting me?"
"Flies don't bite seamless eggs."
"Where did you learn such old skills?"< br>
“Learned it from Chen Chen.”
Zhang Mingrui did not hide it at all, he now regards Chen Chen as his idol.
He felt that Mr. Chen had a lot to learn from him in terms of professional skills and conduct, including his mouth.
Especially when it comes to career development.
Zhang Mingrui is young and has a bright future ahead of him.
Follow his current path.
Climb up from the demonstration point all the way, even if you have no success in the follow-up, you can still become a general with a guaranteed bottom line.
Zhang Mingrui had planned this before, but after meeting Chen Chen, he hesitated.
To this day.
He felt that being engaged in theory in the guidance department was not what he wanted.
"Director Sun, I want to go to the front line."
The topic changed so quickly that Sun Changxing couldn't react and said in a daze: "The front line?"
"Yeah, I'm on the equipment front line. I want to get involved in some more specific work."
"Building an airplane?"
"Yes, what you see on paper is ultimately shallow."
“Are you writing these four or sixty-eight sentences to take the postgraduate entrance examination?”
Sun Changxing put out his cigarette and looked more seriously.
Judging from Zhang Mingrui's appearance, he seemed to have made up his mind.
As Zhang Mingrui said.
He is an engineer by background and has sufficient professional ability.
I have been working as a guide in the Demonstration Department for a long time, and I definitely have enough theoretical knowledge and strategic vision.
But because the head of the Demonstration Department is responsible for the guidance work, the work is easier than that of front-line scientific research institutes, so most people don’t want to go down here and lie down.
Sun Changxing couldn't figure it out: "Why? Aren't you doing a good job?"
"I want to engage in some specific work, whether it is scientific research or front-line troops, I want to practice."
"Is it because of Chen Chen?"
"There is some reason. Mr. Chen has a saying that is very good, 'Equipment is only called equipment if it hits the enemy.' I want to go Fight the enemy."
Sun Changxing raised his eyebrows: "You know, if you don't leave, you will take my place if I retire."
"Then when will you retire? If you retire tomorrow, I may consider not leaving."
"Good boy, you might as well strangle me to death." "Hey, I was just joking. Regarding the transfer, I am serious. "Yes, please help me, director."
Sun Changxing looked at the unpacked Chinese on the table and said it was too late to get off the pirate ship.
But speaking from the bottom of my heart.
There is something in Zhang Mingrui's idea.
The Demonstration Department provides purely theoretical guidance and is more like a tongue-in-cheek department.
The biggest work content is to hold meetings, demonstrate this, and study that.
It’s useless to say that, for a little bit.
Let’s just say it’s useful, but it’s very limited.
This place is suitable for old men over fifty years old.
Thinking of this, Sun Changxing put away his cigarette: "I'll give it a try. Do you have any ideal place to go?"
"I can fly to the west or north to Chengdu, as long as it's a straight line. I can go anywhere where airplanes are made, even if I am a grassroots researcher."
"Oh, look at your epaulettes and the number of meritorious services on your resume. How can I be allowed to be a researcher? Researcher? I have already accepted Zhonghua. I have to do something for you, right?”
Hearing this, Zhang Mingrui stood up and saluted: “Thank you, director”
"Thank you, come here and help me refer to it."
Sun Changxing picked up the meeting minutes he was studying from the table at home.
“I just came back from the Air Force Staff Headquarters yesterday.”
Zhang Mingrui looked down and asked, “Are there any new projects?”
“Not counting. Project, argument on tactics.”
The minutes are clearly titled.
[Application of unmanned equipment in actual combat]
Similar formulations have been common in the past two years, and the Air Force has spent half the time discussing this issue.
Especially those in the industry such as Sun Changxing and Zhang Mingrui are familiar with it.
The tactical innovation of the Air Force lies in equipment. This is the consensus of everyone.
But many years ago, most people thought that this innovation was developed with the update of assistant fighters and bombers.
Now.
Fighters and bombers are indeed being updated.
But everyone’s research on tactics and tactics has been implemented on drones.
This thing is the biggest reason for promoting tactical innovation.
Sun Changxing clicked on an encrypted reference file on his computer.
"Intelligence, the Slipper Army launched an attack early the morning the day before yesterday."
"Dozens of aircraft were dispatched."
"The attack target was Yingjiang's surface ship. ”
Zhang Mingrui suddenly became interested: “Did it succeed? ”
"Tactically, it was not successful. None of them hit the target."
Zhang Mingrui could tell that the leader was selling out, so he echoed: "What about strategically...?"
"Strategically A great victory."
Sun Changxing opened an almost blank document with only the title "On Drones and Asymmetric Warfare".
“The drone of slippers is worth one or two thousand dollars.”
"Each missile of the air defense system deployed in this attack cost two million US dollars."
"It used to be said that asymmetric warfare was a last resort, but now you see this thing has really become a A new way of fighting."
Sun Changxing recalled the time when he first entered the argumentation office.
At that time, everyone was mentioning the word asymmetry.
The so-called asymmetry is just a passive term.
Because there is such a disparity in strength between the two sides, the weak can only passively use so-called asymmetric methods to deal with it, which is not a real method of warfare.
But now, asymmetry can also become an active choice.
Just like the intelligence in front of you.
Two thousand dollars for two million dollars, can you guard against it?
Defense, loss of money and blood.
If you don't take precautions, the ship will lose blood.
“This thing doesn’t cost more than one or two thousand dollars.”
While Sun Changxing was explaining from the perspective of tactics, Zhang Mingrui stretched out his hand to enlarge the picture and focused on the drone. .
“Is this what you focus on?”
Zhang Mingrui could only use a short video and blurry pictures to identify the aircraft.
He is also a small encyclopedia of drones.
But the things in the pictures felt strange to him.
Puzzled: "It looks like a paper airplane."
"Young people have good eyes, can you see this? In this case, the situation is different. Now..."
"It can be said that from this picture, the aerodynamic layout is a bit interesting."
Sun Changxing nodded repeatedly: "Paper looks simple, but it's not easy to make. It can't be made without industrial capabilities."
The two looked at each other.
The monk who is two feet tall is confused.
Low-level suicide drones are common in that place.
Most of them are small motorcycles produced by Langzi, or they are modified from some consumer-grade drones.
Paper airplanes look simple, but in fact they are anything but simple.
It requires a complete design and a complete production line to be able to produce it.
At this time, they are no longer concerned about tactics and tactics, they just want to know the origin of these aircraft.
The Middle East looks like birds are not shitting, and the desert is vast.
But it is actually the birthplace of ancient civilization, which has a bit of magic.
Their deserts can grow strange things at every turn, such as DF3 and so on.
It can even grow instructions in Chinese.
So Sun Changxing had some self-doubts: "It couldn't have been picked up in the desert, right?"
"No, one or two airplanes might grow in the desert, but dozens of slippers are dispatched. It's obvious that they already have the ability to cluster. They can't grow a production line in the desert, right? You have to be aware of it, and it would be embarrassing if we don’t know about it yet.”
(End of this chapter)