Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

Yan'an, radio station factory.

"How's it going? Are you still used to it?"

As Zhao Tianyang walked into the factory, he asked Cheng Mingsheng beside him.

"It's OK. There's nothing to get used to. It's the same wherever you are for the sake of fighting the war."

Cheng Mingsheng shrugged indifferently.

"Haha, you can make do!"

Zhao Tianyang teased with a smile.

"arrive."

Cheng Mingsheng came to the radio assembly department and pointed to several radios of different models and introduced them.

"At the radio factory in Yan'an, we have successfully produced spark radios for the guerrillas, short-range radios for the company and platoon level, and long-range radios for the regiment level."

"Of course, there is also the Taihang Type 1 fighter jet, which started production not long ago, and the dedicated radio station."

"The materials of the Spark Radio are simple, so let the Huangyadong Radio Factory produce it exclusively in the future!"

Zhao Tianyang continued, "The short-range radio is two kilometers, the long-range radio is ten kilometers, and the Taihang Type 1 fighter's dedicated radio station is fifty kilometers."

"Next, we should start researching the radios used at the brigade level, with a communication distance of about 400 to 500 kilometers."

"400 to 500 kilometers?"

Cheng Mingsheng thought for a moment: "The power of a radio station like this must be around 100 to 125 watts."

"Similarly, the antennas, power amplifiers, and radio frequency oscillators that we are using now all need to be re-studied."

"Then let's study it. You write a note and I'll approve the funds!"

Zhao Tianyang simply said: "We have very good relations with the Germans and the Soviets now. Just write down what you want and I will buy it directly from them."

After saying that, Zhao Tianyang remembered something and continued, "By the way, you'd better build a semiconductor laboratory. It will be of great use to us in the future!"

"Semiconductor laboratory?"

Cheng Mingsheng was surprised: "This thing costs a lot of money, can we do it?"

"Okay, why not!"

Zhao Tianyang patted his chest and said, "You study the brigade-level radio first, and I'll take care of the semiconductor laboratory."

"Fine!"

Cheng Mingsheng nodded doubtfully.

Two days later, after getting the list of required supplies from Cheng Mingsheng, Zhao Tianyang asked someone to call Ribbent over.

"Minister Zhao, what good stuff do you have? Do you want to trade with us?"

Ribbent asked expectantly.

"of course."

Zhao Tianyang handed the list of supplies directly to Ribbent.

Ribbent took the list and looked at it, wondering, "Are these the things needed to make a radio?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Tianyang smiled and nodded.

"Ok."

Ribbent put down the list and said with a smile: "As a friend, I can give you some discounts."

"No, Mr. Ribbent, I think you are mistaken."

Zhao Tianyang stretched out a finger and shook it: "I don't plan to pay for these things."

"No money?"

Ribbent's voice rose.

"Don't get excited!"

Zhao Tianyang comforted him, “I wonder if Mr. Ribbent has ever heard of the word ‘bomb’!”

"bomb?"

Ribbent was a little confused at first, but when he thought about this transaction, which was all related to radio, his expression immediately became serious.

"Is Minister Zhao talking about the thing that the Poles gave to the British and French?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Tianyang took a sip of the water on the table and continued, "As early as 1933, the Polish Cipher Bureau."

"Through Hans-Tiro Schmidt, a former employee of the German military cipher office, we obtained key information about the Enigma cipher machine."

"On September 1939, 9, after several years of research, they successfully deciphered the message written by an early version of the Enigma machine."

"Later, they created a machine called the 'bomb' that could simulate the workings of the Enigma machine and thus decipher the code."

After saying this, Zhao Tianyang looked at Ribbent leisurely, who was thinking with his head down.

After a while, Bint raised his head and said seriously, "I wonder what other news Minister Zhao knows?"

"I know that the British are organizing people to use the "bombs" they got from the Poles to continue researching a machine that can decipher your Enigma cipher machine."

"I don't know, but as for any news on this, can the things on this list be given to us for free?"

"Of course!"

Ribbent replied without hesitation: "As long as the information you said is correct, we are willing to help you build a complete radio production line."

"From shortwave radio to tropospheric scatter radio, we can help you."

"Okay, feel free!"

Zhao Tianyang patted the table and said, "As long as you agree to one condition, I will tell you that the British are researching "bombs" there."

"Tell me!"

Ribbent's eyes narrowed as he asked cautiously.

"Helping us build a semiconductor research lab."

Zhao Tianyang said.

"Simple."

Ribbent breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was something difficult to handle, but it turned out to be like this?

"Then it will be a pleasure to work together!"

Zhao Tianyang handed a piece of paper with the address and name written on it to Ribbent.

As for signing a contract?

Are you kidding? This can only be done verbally. Even if someone asks about it, Zhao Tianyang will just play dumb and be clueless!

Ribbent unfolded the note and saw the following words: "Bletchley Park, British Government, Cryptologic School, Cambridge University, Alan Turing."

"I hope you can confirm this as soon as possible and send the stuff to us."

Zhao Tianyang saw Ribbent holding the note and looking at it for a long time with a frown, and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice.

"rest assured."

Ribbent came back to his senses and carefully put the note away. "We have cooperated many times. As for the machines on the list, I can go back and make a phone call and have someone find a way to send them over."

"As for the other things, we will send them to you once we confirm the authenticity of the news."

"Okay, I hope you keep your word."

Zhao Tianyang picked up the tea and took a sip.

Seeing this, Ribbent, who had been in China for many years, immediately stood up and said, "Then I'll take my leave."

"Ah."

Zhao Tianyang nodded and signaled Li Yuncai to see the guest off.

After a while, Li Yun hurried back and asked curiously, "Minister, what did you just say?"

"Another bomb, and it's your fault again?"

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Tianyang almost choked on his tea: "That's called the Enigma cipher machine!!"

"Also, today's incident must be kept confidential. The confidentiality level is "shoot to death."

"Shooting?"

Li Yuncai was shocked and quickly assured: "Don't worry, Minister, I will keep this to myself and won't tell anyone."