He was afraid that the other party would come by boat, so he could only do everything possible to stop him.

Prevent the opponent's ship from flying over.

The cool breeze passed through the window, blowing the old man's clothes and making his thin body sway.

It's extremely cold at high places.

After closing the window, the old man sat back in front of his chair.

Looking at the information on the table, I fell into deep thought again.

"Is this a trap?"

His hands were tapping on the information, his expression cautious.

The failure last time was too heavy.

Not only did he lose his ace Night Owl, but he also ruined his most capable team.

So much so that the action team was somewhat inactive.

But the result was just false news, a bait that they had to bite.

It is not without gain at all.

A plane successfully returned safely despite repeated interceptions, which surprised them.

Especially when he learned from the pilot that the opponent's aircraft could not keep up with the speed and altitude, and that the opponent launched a large number of missiles, but he dodged them all.

After review, the military gave a gratifying answer, that is, the performance of the opponent's aircraft was not as good as their 104, and the opponent's missiles should have been developed by themselves. The reaction time was too long and they were unable to carry out precise strikes.

Subsequently, the military formulated a series of plans to give full play to the advantages of its own fighter jets.

This is good news.

At least they have the means to attack each other.

Thinking of this, the old man Yin Zhi pulled the rope on the side hard.

Lingling

The voice sounded, and the female secretary wearing a boat hat walked in immediately with a respectful expression.

"Seat!"

"Let someone confirm this information."

"yes!"

The secretary immediately picked up the information on the table and prepared to go out, and then heard the old man's voice again.

"We must have accurate information within a week."

The secretary immediately turned around and responded respectfully, "Understood."

Watching the secretary leave, the old man leaned back on his chair and stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows.

"This Red Star Machinery Factory is a disaster."

...

Siheyuan.

Yang Xiaotao also rubbed his eyebrows. He had been working hard all day and drank a lot of wine at noon.

I couldn't eat at night, so I sat in the study.

At this moment, I looked at the time and saw that four or five hours had passed.

"Why is it so difficult?"

Looking at the drawings on the table, they are arranged in a mess.

But Yang Xiaotao knew in his heart that these were just necessary steps to eliminate errors.

"No, there must be something wrong."

Sitting up straight again, Yang Xiaotao recalled the engine design drawing in his mind.

What the Seventh Engine Department needed was a simple turbojet engine.

An engine that can start quickly and then gain a lot of initial speed.

This thing is one-time use, there is no chance of recycling it after it is typed.

Thinking about the design requirements and various data in his mind, Yang Xiaotao planned to check the calculations from scratch...

crunch

The door was pushed open and Ran Qiuye walked in with a bowl of noodles and carefully placed it on the table.

Yang Xiaotao put down his pen and let Ran Qiuye walk behind him, gently rubbing his temples.

"I didn't eat at night, so I don't know how hungry I am."

“Not too hungry.”

Yang Xiaotao leaned back, feeling the soft touch, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Have a rest!"

Ran Qiuye whispered.

Yang Xiaotao opened his eyes and sat up straight, "It's still early, I'll do it for a while."

Ran Qiuye shook his head after hearing this, "Then eat the noodles first."

"good."

This time Yang Xiaotao didn't refuse, he picked up the chopsticks and bowl and started eating.

Soon, the bowl of noodles was finished. Ran Qiuye took the bowl and chopsticks and kissed Yang Xiaotao on the face.

"Don't be too late."

"Don't worry, I know."

Ran Qiuye nodded and then left the study.

"Master, you'd better rest."

As soon as Ran Qiuye left, Xiaowei emerged from the lightning-struck wood and flew to Yang Xiaotao's head to persuade him.

At the same time, energy also surged out of the small hands, eliminating the fatigue on Yang Xiaotao's body.

"fine!"

Yang Xiaotao replied and continued to lie on the table, looking at the design drawings one by one.

From time to time, I take out the previous design drawings from the space and compare them carefully.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was already past midnight.

Then one o'clock, two o'clock...

Ah~~~ha~~~

Yang Xiaotao rubbed his eyes, and tears immediately welled up in his dry eyes to moisten them.

Too sleepy.

Yang Xiaotao felt that if he continued reading, he might hit his head on the chopping board and fall asleep directly.

"Master, rest."

Xiaowei took the initiative to fly out, and then prepared to help Yang Xiaotao clear the table.

She has done this kind of thing a lot.

Every time the owner makes a mess on the table, she will clean it up.

"Okay, you clean up, I'm going to use the toilet."

After drinking a bowl of noodle soup, Yang Xiaotao felt that his bladder was a little flushed.

"Good master."

When Yang Xiaotao left the study and passed by the bedroom, Ran Qiuye had already laid down and gently went to the toilet. After some relaxation, he felt much better.

He put on his pants and walked back. He was about to sleep, but suddenly he felt he wasn't sleepy yet, so he walked back to the study.

"Owner!"

Feeling Yang Xiaotao's breath, Xiaowei flew into the air, half of the documents on the table had been sorted.

"Let me do it. Don't get the order wrong."

As Yang Xiaotao spoke, he walked to the desk. Xiaowei sat obediently on his shoulders and reached out to touch Yang Xiaotao's earlobe.

"Look, it turned out to be a mistake."

"This engine is placed under the missile, not on top of the booster engine..."

Yang Xiaotao suddenly stopped, reaching out and flipping back and forth on several design drawings. Sometimes he put them down, sometimes he adjusted their positions. Sometimes his eyes were confused, and sometimes he looked surprised, and he even murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!