Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2346 Opening the Net and Waiting
the next day.

Shengjing, Mr. Peng’s office.

Early in the morning, Mr. Peng was awakened by the staff officer on duty, who said there was news about 701. So he didn't think much and hurried to the office.

At this moment, Director Zheng's voice on the phone sounded very anxious.

Because that familiar telegram appeared again.

"Boss Peng, this telegram is more complicated than the last one. We are sure that the other party will definitely take action today."

“How long will it take you to decrypt it?”

"Five hours, at least five hours."

Director Zheng spoke, and President Peng remained silent.

Originally they said they could get three hours, but now it seems that the other party is also making continuous progress.

"Okay, in five hours, I need their flight route, time, and purpose."

"Anyway, I want to know everything that's in the intelligence."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Peng sat in the chair with a gloomy face.

On the other side, Mr. Zhang, who had come over at some point, had his eyes wide open, holding the plan he had just compiled in his hands, looking a little dazed.

After a long while, he looked at Mr. Peng sitting on a chair and drinking cold water, then he reacted, put the information on the table, and then picked up the thermos to add water to Mr. Peng.

"Boss Peng, do you have a mission?"

"Please leave it to us. I will definitely complete it for you, and it will be 100% completed."

Mr. Zhang spoke carefully, his expression still filled with excitement.

"No hurries?"

Mr. Peng spoke calmly, but his hand holding the water cup was shaking slightly.

Even he, who had experienced many storms, couldn't help feeling a little nervous facing the upcoming battle.

Based on the intelligence obtained from 701 this time, it can be inferred that the other party’s action is likely to take place today.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang stood up straight immediately, because since Mr. Peng was here, he would definitely give them tasks.

"Watch it for me. Everyone, get ready for battle."

"When the time comes, I will find you if anyone fails to keep the lead."

Mr. Zhang immediately stood up and saluted.

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."

Then he put his hand down again, "Don't worry, Mr. Peng. If I fail to complete the task, you can just kill me and I will pack up and go to the northwest to farm."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

And the moment he walked out of the door, a murderous aura burst out from his whole body.

President Peng felt the murderous aura, but a slight smile appeared on his face. The army's morale is high!
There was silence in the office for a while, and then Mr. Peng picked up the phone and made a call.

After waiting for about ten seconds, the call was connected.

Seventh Machinery Department.

Mr. Wang hung up the phone with a serious expression.

General Peng’s order was simple: to ensure that each aircraft had sufficient ammunition.

This is a heavy task for their Seventh Ministry of Machine Building.

The two previous times they encountered the little black bird, they used up most of their inventory in order to confuse the opponent.

Whether it's surface-to-air missiles or air-to-air missiles, almost every time they come, dozens of missiles are consumed.

Moreover, the other side didn't just send one plane at a time, but six in total.

Every time a plane flew overhead, it was chased by a burst of sparks.

But they have no choice but to do it, otherwise they will not even have an attitude. If people find out, they will definitely be criticized.

In this case, how many missiles are left in the inventory?

Fortunately, this situation is coming to an end.

"Whether it will succeed or not depends on this time."

Old Wang gritted his teeth and said, then shouted to the secretary outside, "Call Director Yan here."

After a while, Director Yan hurried over with a serious look, "Chief, you are looking for me!"

"Nonsense, who else can I look for if not you?"

Upon hearing this, Director Yan rolled his eyes and knew that he was up to no good.

During this period, the people in the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building have been avoiding this plague god.

When the Ninth Ministry of Machine Building invented the calculator, the old man thought that this was the business of the Computer Research Center.

Of course, the people in there were indeed from the Computer Research Center.

But it had been loaned out a long time ago.

Besides, the one who sent the computer research center away was not someone else, wasn't it him himself?
He took advantage of his position as the leader and took out his anger on them.

Ugh.

He has a miserable life, how could he meet such a master?

I dare not offend, so I can only shut up.

I won't say anything, there's nothing you can do.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you!"

Old Wang looked at Director Yan and closed his mouth, then pinched his waist and yelled. Director Yan raised his head with a look of grievance on his face. What should he do?
"Okay, I don't know what to say even if you ask me to."

When Elder Wang spoke again, Director Yan had the urge to turn around and leave. If it weren't for the mission, if it weren't for Elder Qian, if it weren't for his colleagues, if it weren't for...
"How many Thunderbolt missiles have you made?"

Elder Wang suddenly spoke up, interrupting Director Yan's "if not", and then looked up, "Two hundred and sixty-three."

Director Yan shouted out the number.

There is no way. The superiors are pushing hard during this period and the workers are working hard. He asks once a day and reports three times a day. How can he not be familiar with it?

"Is everything in place?"

"It's here. Our factories in Guangdong and Shanghai have already arrived. The rest of the latest batch has arrived. There are thirty more. They will be delivered to the base outside the city today."

After Director Yan finished explaining everything in detail, Mr. Wang's expression eased a little.

"Take these thirty and follow me to the base outside the city now."

"Also, all security departments and vehicles must gather together to ensure safety along the way. Also, make contact with the base and have them be prepared so that there won't be any planes left when the time comes."

Director Yan was stunned, not quite understanding what this was for.

Usually, the security department goes to deliver things by themselves, so why is it different this time? However, seeing Mr. Wang's expression, Director Yan automatically shut up.

"Yes, I'll go right away."

Director Yan left in a hurry. When Mr. Wang was about to go out, he saw Mr. Qian walk in.

"Lao Qian, you came at the right time. I'm going to the airport. You..."

"I will go with you."

Elder Qian spoke up, and before Elder Wang could ask, he began to explain, "I heard that the Ninth Department has made a new type of material using high-purity silicon that can withstand temperatures of over 600 degrees."

"This thing is very meaningful to our missile research. I want to take a look."

When Old Wang heard what Old Qian said, his heart ached again. How come these nine departments became so powerful after they were established?
How come their computer research center, which was previously mediocre, suddenly started to blossom and sprout like a dead tree after arriving at the Ninth Department?

Especially this high-purity silicon. Damn, who would have thought that some inconspicuous stones could be made into such amazing things.

If he had known this earlier, he would have sold the stones, specifically to Yang Xiaotao, and sold them to him at a high price.

snort!
"Oh, that's not right, you should go to the Nine Departments."

Mr. Wang suddenly realized what was happening. Mr. Qian shrugged and said, "Yang Xiaotao went to the airport. They want to test a new plane."

After hearing this, Mr. Wang took a deep breath and said, "Damn it, this guy is really capable of making trouble."

Half an hour later, trucks carried the loaded missiles out of the warehouse and headed for the airport outside the city of Sijiu.

Outside the city of Sijiu, the base airport!
Yang Xiaotao stayed here last night and did not go back. He also wanted to see the flight status of the plane.

Especially the effect of new coatings, no one dares to make a conclusion without practice.

After getting up and having breakfast at the airport, Yang Xiaotao called Wu Zhe to go to the control tower to check the cleanup.

But as soon as I came in, I saw the base commander Wang Minghai holding the phone.

The two of them subconsciously slowed down their pace and prepared to find a place to sit aside.

Many staff officers in the command tower knew Yang Xiaotao, and they were not shy and allowed Yang Xiaotao to walk around the command tower.

On the other side, a middle-aged man was following Mr. Peng's arrangements.

This person is the base commander, Wang Minghai.

According to the plan, the main responsibility of the Sijiucheng Airport was to intercept planes escaping from Shengjing and Shanghai. Of course, it was impossible for the planes to directly rush towards them.

But the chances of this happening are slim.

Because the other party only sent out two families last time, and entered from the north and south directions, the function of Sijiu City was not obvious.

But this does not mean that the prevention and control task in the city is easy.

On the contrary, the fighter jets here have to take on more tasks. It is their responsibility to check for omissions and take precautions against any eventuality.

"Don't worry, Mr. Peng. We are here to provide support at any time to ensure the completion of the mission."

Wang Minghai expressed his determination in a decisive voice.

Mr. Peng nodded, then thought of something and asked, "Is Yang Xiaotao here?"

Wang Minghai immediately looked at Yang Xiaotao, "Here!"

Then he covered the microphone with his hand, "Director Yang, Boss Peng is calling for you."

Yang Xiaotao was standing in front of the window, looking at the plane being pulled out of the hangar outside. After being dried in the shade overnight and processed by skilled workers, Baiju No. 1 had successfully changed its skin.

At this time, it is slowly entering the runway.

He was very surprised to hear Wang Minghai calling him at this time.

But when he heard it was Mr. Peng, he immediately ran over and said, "Mr. Peng, I'm Yang Xiaotao."

"Is your plane ready?"

Mr. Peng spoke directly, and Yang Xiaotao also talked about the other party's question, so he said, "It has been shipped out of the warehouse and is on the runway ready to take off at any time."

As Yang Xiaotao was speaking, he saw through the glass of the tower a light blue plane below, flashing dazzling golden light in the sun.

"it is good!"

"I'll give you two hours to adjust! Don't let anything go wrong!"

Mr. Peng replied and then hung up the phone.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the microphone that was receiving the dead tone and then hung up.

Wang Minghai saw Yang Xiaotao like this and stepped forward with a smile, "We have received the news and are on standby at any time."

Yang Xiaotao nodded and said with a smile, "Do I need to step aside?"

The commander smiled and shook his head, "No need. Mr. Peng has mentioned you, so of course you can stay here."

"Besides, it's an honor for us to have you here."

Yang Xiaotao shook his head. "It is my honor to see with my own eyes that our air force is becoming stronger and stronger."

“We won’t let you down.”

After the two finished talking, Yang Xiaotao came to the control tower, where a light blue Baiju fighter jet was taking off.

Soon, the plane raised its head and rushed into the blue sky.

"The weather is nice today!"

Yang Xiaotao looked at the sky in the east. It was cloudless and clear blue!

"Yes, it's a nice day!"

Wang Minghai came up to him and spoke softly.

At this time, Baiju No. 1 below was already ready.

"Control tower, we are Baiju No. 1, ready, requesting takeoff."

Huo Sheng's voice came from the communication. Wang Minghai turned his head to look at the duty staff officer, "What's the situation?"

"Reporting to the commander, everything is ready, the conditions are met, and we can take off."

Wang Minghai nodded, then walked to the control tower and said, "Baiju No. 1, approved for takeoff."

"White Horse One received."

As soon as the words fell, Baiju No. 1 below began to accelerate.

Yang Xiaotao watched the light blue horse begin to rise into the air, and then it pierced directly into the sky like a sharp sword.

"Hopefully, everything goes well."

At the same time, from south to north, pilots in three bases, Guangdong Province, Nanjing, and Shengjing, began to enter a state of alert.

At each location, six Baiju fighter jets were parked on the runway, and several J-7s began voice control.

And at Suzhou Airport in the northwest, there are four Baiju planes on standby.

A large net is quietly spread out, waiting for the arrival of the blackbird.