A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Beijing, Air Force Headquarters, Operations Command Center.

The bearded man held his pipe, intently examining the screen in front of him.

"You mean, you relayed the relevant instructions through this guy? Is it reliable? Is it kept confidential?"

"Reliable! As for confidentiality... for now, it should still be fine. After all, there aren't many 'Big Yellow' clones in the country, and it's impossible to identify the modem's pulse signal through other means!"

The air force leader, while enjoying the bearded man's surprised expression, spoke with absolute certainty. Heh heh, it's rare to see such an expression on the leader's face; let me savor it a little longer…

Don't assume that everyone in the team is a roughneck. Putting aside the others, the Air Force bigwigs have actually studied at the Frunze Military Academy, and their Russian proficiency is at least as high as that of three little idiots.

It's perfectly normal to understand some technical terms.

"Oh...that conference call?"

"Our Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications installed an air division converter, and it passed..." The Air Force leader suddenly paused, secretly took out a small piece of paper, glanced at it, and continued to answer.

"It's achieved through 'a conference bridge function based on multiplexing technology'! However, it's not perfect yet; newly added conference members still need to be manually connected by an operator..."

"A kind of... hahahaha..."

The bearded man waved his hand, summoning the orderly behind him.

"I brought some tea back from the tea factory. Take it to that brat in a bit. That kid keeps stealing his master's tea to drink, it's making him look bad..."

The orderly nodded and said "yes," without asking any further questions. After all, there weren't many people who could be called "brat" by this big shot, and among them, the only one in Beijing was that steel mill worker.

After saying that, the bearded man turned around and sat down on the stool behind the command room.

"Things are different now. Back then, my command center had dozens of people, not to mention the telephones, there were more than a dozen radios, constantly beeping and ringing..."

"Not only that, boss, don't forget about the recorder following behind..."

"I said, write this down..." The Air Force bigwig mimicked someone's tone, repeating a past incident.

"But now..."

The Air Force leader pointed to the printer next to Big Yellow's clone, "It's much faster than me!"

Just then, the printer started beeping, and a brand new document came out shortly afterward.

The staff officer picked it up and quickly glanced at it.

"Report: The missile battalion has arrived at its designated position. The first and second companies of the missile battalion have begun equipment operations!"

The bearded man took the document and examined it carefully.

"Hey! There's a file sending time on this? What's wrong? The time doesn't match up. It shows the file was sent twenty minutes ago?"

"Didn't you say it would arrive instantly? How come there's a twenty-minute delay?"

The Air Force leader stood at attention and reported loudly: "Report! The Big Yellow Doppelganger is currently only available to military region-level units. Subordinate units have not been equipped with it. They need to report to their superiors via radio, and then the military region-level units will submit the information to headquarters!"

"Hehehe, boss, you know our radio station is a bit sluggish right now. This kind of report will naturally cause delays!"

"The battlefield changes in an instant, and this information lag is really deadly! If even level one units can be equipped with Big Yellow clones, then we won't be able to hit any target we point at!"

The bearded man nodded, holding the document: "That's a matter for later! Let's ensure the current operational tasks are completed first!"

"Yes!"

The air force leader turned around and raised his eyebrows triumphantly at his confidential secretary and staff officers.

"Ding ding ding..."

Several thumbs-up were given in praise of the Air Force leaders' resourceful methods of acquiring things.

The bearded man pondered for a moment, holding his pipe, then said, "Go, call a few old guys, and also call the people from the Navy and Army!"

"Huh? It's just a flying mouse, why make such a fuss!"

"No! Let them see this command system you've set up. This thing seems to have some tricks up its sleeve! If they're not familiar with it, they might suffer!"

The Air Force leader looked listless, gave a nod, and reluctantly picked up the phone.

"Boss? Why that expression? Isn't this a glorious moment for our Air Force?" The confidential secretary asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled, following behind the Air Force leader.

"Highlights! Highlights my ass! I want to keep a low profile!"

"With such a small production volume, are you going to try and steal it?"

"Uh, a miscalculation..."

The bearded man pricked up his ears, listening to the whispers of the people behind him, and took a smug puff of his pipe.

"Youngsters, stick your butts out, and I'll know what you're up to. You think you can use this old man as a pawn? Bah!"

……

"Report! The missile battalion is fully deployed! There are still ten minutes until the intelligence timer expires. Should we activate the radar to search for targets? Please advise!"

"Agreed! Proceed as planned!"

The operator of Big Yellow typed rapidly on the keyboard, issuing commands quickly.

The group of bigwigs who had just arrived quietly sat on small stools in the corner, watching the air force leader take charge of the central command.

at the same time.

A jet-black airplane was flying leisurely high in the sky.

"Beep beep beep!!" The plane suddenly sounded an alarm.

The driver's hand trembled, and he involuntarily pulled up a little, while simultaneously calling for base.

"Base! Early warning radar detected radar wave illumination! Requesting return to base! Requesting return to base!"

"Turn back? If you dare turn around, I'll shoot you!"

A sarcastic voice came from inside the driver's clunky helmet.

Perhaps realizing his words wouldn't threaten the pilot in mid-air, the base commander softened his tone: "Don't be afraid! Major Song, you're piloting the latest Bald Eagle model! High-tech! At 1,000 meters altitude, the people on the other side can't possibly have any weapons that could threaten you! Think about the privileges you enjoy! Your family is highly respected by the base!"

The driver was on the verge of tears. "Is this a threat, you bastard?!"

Absolutely!

"Take a closer look at the radar signal source; this aircraft can distinguish it!"

The driver steadied himself: "Report, the instruments show the signal source is 'turquoise'..."

"Then what are you afraid of? Turquoise is like an early warning radar. They can see you, but they can't hit you! Fly with confidence!"

"First, go to their base in Guangzhou to see if there are any strange planes, then go to the coordinates in the Tianshan Mountains! Make sure you get all the photos!"

"Yes……"

The driver cautiously veered into the sky again, reaching the maximum altitude.

With the altitude gained, Major Song's mood improved. He even briefly ignored the constantly beeping radar warnings.

"Go ahead and call it out. As long as it's not the radar of an S-75 missile..."

After flying for a while, a sudden call from the base made Major Song's heart tighten.

"Bat 1, descend! Imaging quality cannot be guaranteed at an altitude of [insert altitude here] meters!"

"But this altitude will ensure my survival!"

"Yes, I can guarantee yours, but I can't guarantee some people's, like your sweetheart?"

"groove!"

"I demand a change of flight path! I'll decide the specific route myself. Anyway, there's plenty of footage to capture, I'll just take it all for you!"

"Agreed! But the two target points on the operational order must be photographed!"

"Understood! For security reasons, communication is disconnected!"