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Chapter 138 Could it be that it was picked up in the desert?
The temperature in the capital dropped sharply and it gradually became chilly.

Early in the morning, Zhang Mingrui came to Sun Changxing's office carrying a large bag, which was rare.

His usual image is neat and tidy. He doesn't like carrying backpacks or bags. Even if he has documents or something, he will try to tuck them under his arms and keep his hands empty as much as possible.

So when he walked into the office, Sun Changxing's attention first came to the bag in his hand.

"What are you talking about? A grenade?"

Sun Changxing put down his pen, his face full of curiosity.

"Why are you carrying a grenade? I have no grudge against you."

Zhang Mingrui closed the door and locked it before putting his bag on the table.

Slowly unzipping the zipper, a little red light came through.

"Zhonghua? Didn't I ask you to return the gift? You're going too far."

Sun Changxing only took a glimpse to see what was in the bag and immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Mingrui mentioned it last time.

Shunfeng sent him a gift and asked him what to do with it.

There is no room for negotiation on this matter. Even a toothpick given as a gift must be returned. It is a serious disciplinary issue.

Zhang Mingrui took out the cigarette directly and placed it on the table without covering it at all.

"I bought it myself."

"You bought Zhonghua? Why don't I believe it?"

"I bought it for you."

Zhang Mingrui forced a smile, and there seemed to be a trap behind it.

Sun Changxing was no pushover either. Even though he was craving for the Zhonghua drinks on the table, he still restrained his impulse.

He knew Zhang Mingrui.

He is highly professional, disciplined, young and energetic, and a master in all three departments.

Generally speaking, I don't do anything nonsensical.

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 allow me to touch cigarettes."

"I know." Zhang Mingrui tore open the plastic cover of Zhonghua.

See this action.

Sun Changxing's psychological defenses have been loosened.

"What are you doing? That's too much! Smoking is harmful to health. Don't harm me."

Zhang Mingrui smiled like a flower: "I know that Director Sun is holding high the banner of opposing smoking."

"I know you still tear it!"

"In order to uphold this great banner, shouldn't we burn and destroy tobacco as soon as we see it?"

"???"

Don't tell me.

Zhang Mingrui is a really quick guy. He opened the cigarette box in just a few seconds.

The lighter clicked.

Sun Changxing felt unprecedented happiness.

But there was still some guilt on his face: "You... hurt me! I've quit smoking for several days!"

“So what’s it like to quit smoking?”

"It's good. I don't cough as much anymore. I feel better. My desk is much cleaner. I spend less money. Everything is good. I just don't want to live anymore."

Zhang Mingrui watched as the cigarette was half burned out.

I think it's time to dig a hole.

So his expression became flattering.

"Well, I have a small matter to trouble you, Director."

"Hey... aren't you corrupting me?"

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs."

"Where did you learn this kind of strength?"

"I learned it from Chen Chen."

Zhang Mingrui made no secret of the fact that he now regarded Chen Chen as his idol.

He felt that there was a lot to learn from Mr. Chen, both in terms of professional skills and interpersonal relationships, including his mouth.

Especially when it comes to career development.

Zhang Mingrui is young and has a bright future ahead of him.

Continue on his current path.

Climb up all the way from the argumentation level, and even if you fail later, you can at least become a general.

Zhang Mingrui had planned this before, but after meeting Chen Chen, he became a little hesitant.

Until today.

He felt that working in a guiding department and doing theoretical work was not what he wanted.

"Director Sun, I want to go to the front line."

The topic changed so quickly that Sun Changxing was a little slow to react. He asked in a daze, "First-tier?"

"Yeah, on the front line of equipment, I want to get involved in some more specific work."

"Are you working on a plane?"

"That's right. What you learn from books is always shallow."

"Are you planning on taking the postgraduate entrance exam by doing all this?"

Sun Changxing put out his cigarette and looked more serious.

Judging from Zhang Mingrui's expression, he seemed to have made up his mind.

As Zhang Mingrui said.

He is an engineer by training and has sufficient professional capabilities.

He has been engaged in guidance work in the Argumentation Department for a long time, and he definitely has sufficient theoretical knowledge and strategic vision.

But because the Argumentation Office is mainly responsible for guidance work, the work is easier than that in first-line scientific research institutes, so most people don't want to go any further when they get here and just lie down.

Sun Changxing couldn't understand: "Why? Isn't it working well?"

"I want to do some specific work, whether it's scientific research or front-line troops, I want to practice."

"Is it because of Chen Chen?"

"There's a reason for that. Mr. Chen once said something very good, 'Equipment here is only equipment if it hits the enemy'. I want to hit the enemy."

Sun Changxing raised his eyebrows and said, "You know, if you don't leave and I retire, you will take my place."

"Then when are you going to retire? If you retire tomorrow, I can consider not leaving."

"Good boy, you might as well strangle me to death." "Hey, I was just joking. I am serious about the transfer. Please help me, Director."

Sun Changxing looked at the unpacked Zhonghua cigarette on the table and thought it was too late to get off the pirate ship now.

But deep down inside.

There is something to Zhang Mingrui's idea.

The Argumentation Department provides purely theoretical guidance and is more like a department that just talks.

The biggest part of the work is holding meetings, discussing this and researching that.

It’s useless, a little bit.

To be sure, it's useful, but it's very limited.

This place is suitable for old men over 50 years old.

Thinking of this, Sun Changxing put away his cigarette and said, "Let me try. Do you have any ideal place to go?"

"I can go to Xi'an, Beijing or Chengdu, as long as they are front-line aircraft manufacturers, I can go there, even if I am just a grassroots researcher."

"Oh, look at your shoulder straps, and then look at the number of meritorious service on your resume. How could I allow you to be a researcher? I have accepted China, so I have to do something for you, right?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mingrui stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Director."

"Don't thank me, just come over here and give me some reference."

Sun Changxing picked up the meeting minutes he was studying from the table at home.

"Just got back from the Air Force Staff yesterday."

Zhang Mingrui looked down and asked, "A new project?"

"It's not a project, it's a demonstration of tactics."

The title of the minutes is pretty clear.

[Application of unmanned equipment in actual combat]

Similar statements have been common in the past two years, with the Air Force spending half of its time discussing this issue.

Especially people in the industry such as Sun Changxing and Zhang Mingrui are very familiar with them.

It is a consensus among everyone that the tactical innovation of the Air Force lies in its equipment.

But many years ago, most people believed that this innovation developed with the updating of main fighters and bombers.

What now.

Fighter jets and bombers are indeed being updated.

But everyone's research on tactics and strategies is implemented on drones.

This thing is the biggest reason for promoting tactical innovation.

Sun Changxing opened an encrypted reference document on his computer.

"Intelligence: The Slipper Army launched an attack early in the morning the day before yesterday."

"Dozens of planes were dispatched."

"The target of the attack was the Eagle Sauce's surface ships."

Zhang Mingrui suddenly became interested: "Did it succeed?"

"It was a tactical failure. None of the planes hit the target."

Zhang Mingrui could tell that his leader was keeping things a secret, so he chimed in: "Then strategically...?"

“It was a strategic victory.”

Sun Changxing opened an almost blank document with only a title - "On Drones and Asymmetric Warfare".

"The slipper drone is only one or two thousand dollars."

"In this attack, the Eagle Sauce deployed an air defense system, and each missile cost two million dollars."

"It used to be said that asymmetric warfare was a last resort, but now you see it has really become a method of warfare."

Sun Changxing recalled the time when he had just entered the Argumentation Department.

At that time, everyone was talking about the word "asymmetry".

The so-called asymmetry is just a passive term.

Because the strength of the two sides is too different, the weaker side can only passively use the so-called asymmetric method to deal with it, which is not a real combat method.

But now, asymmetry can also become an active choice.

Just like the information in front of us.

Two thousand dollars for two million dollars, are you defensive?
Be careful, or you will lose a lot of money.

If you don't defend, the ship will lose blood.

"This thing won't cost more than a thousand or two thousand dollars."

While Sun Changxing was explaining from the perspective of tactics, Zhang Mingrui reached out and enlarged the picture, and his attention was drawn to the drone.

“Is this what you’re focusing on?”

Zhang Mingrui could only identify the plane using a short video clip and blurry pictures.

He can be regarded as a small encyclopedia of drones.

But he felt that the things in the picture were very strange.

Puzzled, "It looks like a paper airplane."

"Young people have good eyesight. You can see this? In this case, the situation is different..."

"Well, judging from this picture, the aerodynamic layout is quite interesting."

Sun Changxing nodded repeatedly: "Paper looks simple, but it is not easy to make. It cannot be made without industrial capabilities."

The two looked at each other.

I was totally confused.

Low level suicide drones are common in that area.

Most of them are small motorcycles produced by Langzi, or some modified consumer-grade drones.

Paper airplanes may look simple, but they are actually not simple at all.

It requires a complete design and a complete production line to produce it.

At this point they were no longer concerned about tactics or strategies, they just wanted to know where these planes came from.

The Middle East looks deserted and full of desert.

But in fact, it is the birthplace of ancient civilization and has some magic.

Their deserts often grow strange things, such as DF3.

It can even produce a Chinese instruction manual.

Therefore, Sun Changxing began to doubt himself: "Could it be picked up in the desert?"

"No, maybe one or two planes can grow in the desert, but Slippers dispatched dozens of them, which clearly shows that they have the ability to cluster. It's impossible for their broken desert to grow a production line, right?"

"Well... let's check it out." Sun Changxing nodded. "We have to have a good idea about this kind of thing. If Mingying puts the blame on us and we don't know about it, it will be embarrassing."

(End of this chapter)