Technology: Breaking the Global Monopoly

Chapter 2035 Making Dumplings

People die for money and birds die for food. This is not simply greed, but the hope of all living beings to live a better life.

It’s just that some people cannot see through the fleeting clouds before their eyes and are deceived by chaos.

Today, the docks in the southern waters are extremely busy.

The returning ships not only brought news of peace, but also brought a large amount of fish.

Young and old, men and women crowded at the docks of all sizes. The sounds of bidding and demanding goods were like the sound of bees in a beehive, noisy, dense and endless.

"These small fish are so delicious if you boil them in soy sauce. They are only seven yuan a pound. Pick any you like!"

"Fresh blood-replenishing fish! If you have pregnant women or children at home, buy them now! The last basket is gone!"

"A big grouper! The hotel didn't come, so I sold it for a bargain!"

Neither the fishermen nor the shoppers noticed that today's weather was actually no different from usual.

The sea breeze was still moist and salty, and even the fish rolled their eyes, as always, due to lack of oxygen rather than the weather.

However, Mazu temples in various places are bustling with incense. Many family members on the shore have not yet received news of their loved ones' safe return, so they choose to go out at night to Mazu temples to burn incense and pray.

At Jiuzhou Technology's branches in these regions, employees have not yet submitted applications to add working satellites and enhance signal strength. After receiving official notification information, the system program has already begun to actively cooperate in adding satellites and improving signal strength. At the same time, some low-orbit satellites have begun scanning regional information after obtaining official authorization.

In addition, Jiuzhou Technology's deep-sea research base, branch research base in the southern waters and other units and institutions are also cooperating in other work.

Unlike the fishermen and residents on the shore, the technical management of Jiuzhou Technology knew that what was coming this time was not a typhoon or storm, but an eagle.

"Dongyaodongliang 0102, Sky Eye, target group 081, column... bearing 160, distance 90, altitude ."

"01 understands, 01 understands, there is an alert, the radar is clean, it may be the same generation aircraft."

"02 is the same, 02 is the same..."

"Sky Eye received, Sky Eye received, upgrading to the second stage, please agree to the upgrade."

"01 understands."

"02 understands."

"Conditions are met, radar has captured target information!"

Jiuzhou Technology's military trade version of the fighter helmet is combined with the fighter HUD, which not only displays brief information from the radar, but also connects other electronic equipment in related areas, the Zhoutian Xingdou Engineering Satellite, and the official satellite of Daxia.

At the same time, the fighter pilots also clearly understood that the upgrade to the second stage meant that the patrol mission had been upgraded. They not only had the right to open fire at any time, but also shouldered a major safety responsibility.

But at this moment, there are more than just a few fighter jets in the sky. There are also drones on duty in multiple dimensions.

On the sea, the aircraft carrier had already begun to move forward.

In the deep sea, submarines and other units are even more prepared.

The mecha team has already put on their equipment and started working in shifts.

Everyone's nerves were tense at this moment.

Although there was no typhoon, the air was already heavy.

"We have now found out that the aircraft carrier ahead is the USS Roosevelt..." "Shout through the line!"

"Its flight path is almost heading straight for our exercise area. This is both looking for trouble and a demonstration. Don't be afraid of this paper tiger!"

In encrypted communications, Uncle Sam's aircraft carrier fleet is like a school of fish and shrimps entering the mouth of the bag in the blue sea.

Soon, exclamations were heard in the command room of the USS Roosevelt.

"God! Are you saying that our fighter planes have been hijacked and can no longer provide escort?!"

"What?! The submarine has detected a large number of enemy units and is already communicating? This is our secret escort! Can't it sink to the bottom of the sea?!!"

"Our communications satellite is down too? What?"

"Wait, there's a mecha in front of us?! Oh my god!!!"

This is a real war without the smoke of gunpowder.

Fighting in all dimensions, the Daxia side wrapped one of Uncle Sam's claws tightly, even to the last step of wrapping dumplings, and completely cut off the transmission of information from the area to the outside world.

At the same time, Daxia's two aircraft carrier groups formed a pincer attack on the invading enemy.

Obviously, Daxia has the situation firmly under control, and Uncle Sam's aircraft carrier is in a dilemma of losing sight of the big picture.

Finally, a plea for mercy was heard in the communication channel provided by Daxia.

"There is a problem with our navigation system. We entered this channel by mistake. Please allow us to retreat... plz..."

In the cover of night, Uncle Sam's aircraft carrier group retreated eastward and left the sea area overnight.

Just when everyone thought that the crisis was about to be resolved, a carrier-based aircraft suddenly spun in mid-air, flapped and fell into the ocean.

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The atmosphere was frozen at this moment.

  Some people were worried whether this was the start of the fire. Others were praying, hoping to return safely this time, and vowed to retire immediately after the mission was over, and never come to Daxia again in this life!

But just as Daxia was about to make a call, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out over the communication channel: "Due to pilot fatigue and operating errors, our carrier-based aircraft crashed while preparing to land. Please allow us to conduct a personnel rescue operation..."

After hearing this explanation, Daxia's fleet finally chose to agree.

But there was one more sentence: "Please protect the environment of our sea area, fish out the wreckage of your fighter planes as much as possible, and do not pollute our sea area..."

The faster Daxia agreed, the faster Uncle Sam's rescue team would act.

Carrier-based aircraft pilots are not ordinary soldiers. They basically have extremely outstanding military talents. If they do not take rescue action in this situation, it will not only affect morale.

Although Uncle Sam has the largest number of aircraft carriers in the world, he can actually only deploy two or three of them, and the USS Roosevelt is already the "mainstay".

The other partners were either doing repairs in the shipyard or hiding in the dock doing "maintenance and painting". Some of them even stayed in the dock for three years without coming out.

In comparison, the two aircraft carrier formations sent by Daxia this time are not only "fresh forces", but also just two young men among the brothers.

And in this confrontation, it is not just a "response" or a "general action", but the Roosevelt fleet is in the palm of the hand.

It was like making dumplings, even communications were blocked.

The frigate and carrier-based aircraft waited for several minutes in the dark. After learning the specific situation, they did not stay any longer but chose to leave directly.