Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Three days later.

In the Oval Office of the White House, the cold December wind beat against the windows.

Howell sat behind his desk with the report Johnson had just handed him spread out in front of him.

His fingers drummed on the table, the rhythm getting faster and faster, and his expression became more and more uglier.

"That's impossible!" He slammed the report on the table. "Are you saying those yellow monkeys really sent a satellite into space?"

Johnson wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes, Mr. President."

"I saw it with my own eyes. The thrust of that rocket reached 75 tons, which completely exceeded our expectations. And..."

"And what?" Howell asked sharply.

"And they've already mastered the technology for mass-producing transistors."

"All the equipment on the satellite uses independently developed transistors, and their performance even exceeds our latest products."

Howell stood up and walked to the window.

The rose garden outside the window has withered, leaving only bare branches swaying in the cold wind.

Just like the Eagle Country's advantage in the space race is rapidly disappearing.

"What does von Braun say?" he asked suddenly.

Johnson smiled wryly, "He said Dragon Country's rocket technology has completely surpassed the V2."

"The multi-stage rocket design, in particular, is much more advanced than our Redstone program."

"Damn it!" Howell slammed his fist on the window frame. "We invested so much money and so much manpower, and in the end, an agricultural country got ahead of us?"

Just then, a melodious melody suddenly came from the radio in the corner of the office.

The signal of Dragon Country's classic song "Jasmine Flower" is being transmitted back from space.

The clear sound of music echoed in the Oval Office, but every note was like a sharp knife, cutting into Howell's heart.

"Listen, listen!" Howell's voice trembled with anger. "Not only did they send the satellite up, they showed it off to the whole world!"

Johnson said cautiously, "Mr. President, their 'Nine Days Plan' is more troublesome."

"According to intelligence, they plan to send living organisms into space within a year, achieve manned space flight within three years, and within eight years..."

“Shut up!” Howell stormed. “I don’t want to hear about that damn plan!”

But "Jasmine Flower" was still playing on the radio, and the melodious melody came from space, as if silently mocking this superpower that claimed to be the beacon of the world.

"Enough!" Howell suddenly turned around, grabbed the radio and threw it to the ground.

The expensive radio shattered into pieces in an instant, but the lingering sound of "Jasmine Flower" seemed to still linger in the air.

Johnson took a step back in shock.

He had never seen the commander-in-chief lose his composure like this before.

For a moment, no one present dared to make a sound, for fear that the other party would vent their anger on them.

However, after the anger.

Howell seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant. He slumped down in the leather seat, holding his head in his hands and muttering to himself.

“It shouldn’t be like this…it shouldn’t be like this!”

There was confusion in his voice.

"The Dragon people clearly know nothing about aerospace, so how could they have mastered rocket technology in such a short time?"

Johnson stood at his desk, hesitating for a moment.

"Mr. President, based on my observations in Jiuquan, the chief designer of the Rockets seems to be... Qian Sen."

"Qian?" Howell raised his head suddenly. "Is that Qian Sen, the one we released last year?"

There was dead silence in the office.

Howell's eyes fell on the snowflakes flying outside the window.

He still remembered that the experts from the Ministry of Defense had once given him a serious warning.

"Don't let Qian Sen go back to China, because he alone can take on five Marine divisions of the Eagle Sauce!"

However, Howell was quite disdainful at the time and thought the other party was bluffing.

He is just a yellow-skinned scientist, how could he be so powerful?

However, the slap in the face came so quickly that he didn't even have time to react...

“Yes, Mr. President.”

Johnson reaffirmed.

"At the launch site, I saw with my own eyes Qian Sen directing the entire launch process."

"And according to intelligence, the core technology of this rocket was developed by him."

Howell stood up and stumbled to the window.

He rested his forehead against the cool glass and looked out at the withered rose garden.

“Five divisions?”

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, “Now it seems that the value of this Qian Sen is probably greater than fifty divisions!”

"You know, Johnson, he single-handedly brought Dragon Country's aerospace technology from zero to the world's top level!"

Johnson opened the report in his hand.

"Yes, according to our expert analysis, this carrier rocket of the Dragon State adopts many revolutionary technological innovations."

"Especially in the guidance system and multi-stage rocket design, it even exceeds our current level."

"It's all Qian Sen! It's all him!" Howell punched the window frame. "If it weren't for him, the Dragons wouldn't even know what a rocket is."

"Now, they not only have satellites, but also a complete aerospace industry system!"

In the corner of the office, broken radio parts were scattered on the floor. Although the song "Jasmine Flower" coming from space had stopped, it seemed to still echo in Howell's ears, and every note reminded him of the huge mistake he had made.

"If I had known this..." Howell's voice became hoarse, "Even if it violates human rights conventions, even if it goes against the will of the world, I will never let him go back!"

Johnson hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say that even if Qian Sen was not released, with Longguo's current development momentum, it would sooner or later have its own aerospace technology.

But such words are clearly inappropriate in the Oval Office at this moment.

"Mr. President," he said finally, "now is not the time for regrets."

"The most important thing now is to consider how to deal with the Dragon Kingdom's 'Nine Days Plan'. If they really want to land on the moon within eight years..."

“Shut up!” Howell interrupted him sharply. “Leave me alone.”

After he sat back down at the oval desk, his eyes fell on the intelligence file on the table that detailed Qian Sen's activities in Longguo.

The first page of the file is a photo of Qian Sen directing the launch site.

There was a confident smile on the thin oriental face, as if mocking the short-sightedness of the Eagle Country.

Howell knew that this mistake would go down in history forever.

When historians look back at the beginning of the Space Race, they will undoubtedly write: Because of a single misjudgment, the United States gave its most valuable aerospace technology to its rivals…