A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Report! The shore-based radar has detected the signal!"

"Report! Target identified as U-2, altitude [m], direction [***], speed 700 km/h!"

"Report! Enemy aircraft climbing altitude! Radar signal lost!"

Compared to the Air Force Command in Beijing, the forward command post in Guangzhou was much more chaotic. A constant stream of information kept Comrade Gensheng and his staff extremely busy.

"Sir! What should we do?"

"Don't panic! Although the U-2 is very advanced, its speed also limits its maneuverability. According to the initial radar readings, its course will inevitably pass through the missile battalion's pre-positioned positions!"

"Activate the missile battalion's radar! Search for the designated targets at full speed! As soon as they show themselves, if you're confident you can fire them!"

"Hiss... Commander, this is a bit too risky! We don't have many missiles in stock, so maybe we should play it safe?"

"Don't be afraid, we have powerful backers! The commander has guaranteed that he will reimburse us for every amount spent! After all, he has powerful backers too!"

That kid's money-making skills, wow..."

Meanwhile, the little guy who was helping Old Wang tinker with instant noodles sneezed. Hmm?

Before he could react, a mask was slapped over his mouth by Nan Yi.

"Hygiene! Pay attention to hygiene!"

"Oh! Okay! Hey you, go to the office and get another thermometer, the one that measures 200 degrees. This oil temperature isn't right, I estimate it should be around 130 degrees..."

Yeah, everyone's pretty busy. The Air Force is busy shooting down planes, and Little Ahoge is busy frying noodles.

What a harmonious family!

……

On the radar battalion's side, the communications soldier climbed up a tree on the hillside, received the signal, and immediately shouted down: "Order from above to activate our battalion's radar! Search for targets at full speed!"

Hearing the communications soldier's shout, the young soldier under the tree yelled back, "Radar on! Search for the target at full speed!"

Then, the soldiers along the way passed on this instruction.

There was no other way; the pre-positioned launch site was in a basin, and the communications officer fiddled with it for ages, but his broken radio couldn't find a signal. He had no choice but to climb up the hillside next to the launch site to transmit messages by voice.

"Radar activated! Full search capacity!"

After five relays, the battalion commander finally heard the order: "Full power? Start up! Turn on all three radars! Power supply vehicle at maximum power!"

"Stand up all the launch pads! Don't power on the missiles yet!"

That's right, the SAM missile is now equipped with three radar vehicles as standard: the Spoon Reset early warning/search radar, the Side Net altimeter radar, and the Fan Song guidance radar.

These three radars are the very core of the entire SAM system.

Incidentally, there was also a "Knife Rest" targeting/tracking radar with a range of 65 kilometers, responsible for precise target tracking and transmitting target information to the command and control system. Unfortunately, this radar was too advanced and was deliberately ignored by the Russians. It wasn't until later, when the two camels were fighting, that the Chinese sent an observation team and learned of its existence.

The silly rabbit was furious. What happened to class friendship?! Then, he retaliated by dismantling a bunch of Type 63 rifles from the big guy, along with two of the latest 'flush' radars. Rumor has it that our guy with three balls on his head, the most arrogant guy in the world, used this pile of stuff as his original reference point…

(The above are all rumors circulating among the public)

"Report! Key rack radar has detected a target! 215 kilometers from our position! The target has deviated from its predicted flight path!"

"Report! Border radar has acquired the target, altitude: meters!"

"It's deviated?"

"Battalion Commander Zheng, shall we attack or not?"

"Fire! Let it in a bit. The SAM's self-tracking range is 55 kilometers. Notify the comrades to prepare for launch!"

Question: The distance is 215 kilometers, and the speed of the aircraft is 775 kilometers per hour. How long will it take the aircraft to arrive?

If you can't figure it out, then I'll just tell you directly.

Not much, only 16.6 minutes.

The missile vehicle readjusted its launch position, the launcher was erected again, the entire missile was powered on and activated, and the soldiers displayed their best skills.

"Ten minutes! Re-deployment complete! Awaiting launch command!"

The "trumpet operator" lightly placed his finger on the launch button, whose protective cover had been opened.

Waiting and waiting, my fingers are getting sore from holding it up, when is the launch command coming?

"Report! Radar indicates that the enemy aircraft has turned around and flown out of our radar identification zone!"

(?｀?Д?′)!!

"Damn it, how can they be so cunning? Could it be that our ambush has been exposed?"

As Battalion Commander Zheng watched the green dot disappear from the radar screen, he couldn't help but slam his fist heavily on the truck next to him.

After smashing it, he touched the big guy next to him with a pained expression.

"Good heavens! She's really like a rat!"

Haha, so there are no fools on the battlefield, after all, fools die quickly.

If it were a different driver, they might have taken the chance that "you can't hit me" and stubbornly continued flying despite the radar warnings.

But, what can you do when Major Song from Taiwan is such a coward?

Upon receiving the signal from the early warning radar and examining its characteristic wave, I realized, "Oh no, isn't this the keyframe radar we were taught about during training? Damn it, we've been targeted by the enemy's SAM!"

If you don't run now, when will you wait?

Forget mission objectives, forget aerial photography—none of that matters as much as your own life! The Russians to the north used that thing to bring down a U-2.

Despite enduring a 6G overload and the uncomfortable MC2 localized pressure suit, Major Song managed to make the U-2 make a slight turn, preparing to turn back near the target point.

"As long as I run fast! Even Sam can't catch me!" The disappearance of the radar warning made Major Song feel smug: Although I didn't fly to the coordinates, there was still a threat! I've protected important assets!

However, remembering the base's harsh commander, Major Song decided to descend a bit and let the onboard long-focal-length aerial camera take some pictures to shut him up.

"What's my altitude now? Meters? At this altitude, I should be able to turn on the camera! Hey, why is the rudder not working properly?" Major Song moved his feet and gently fiddled with the control stick a couple of times.

For some reason, the plane jolted and tilted. As it tilted, it began to circle.

e=(′o｀*)))!

"Bald eagle, damn it, are you going to fall?"

Major Song, preoccupied with the threat of crashing, seemed somewhat anxious, completely forgetting that his instructor, the Bald Eagle, had taught him to be gentle when piloting the aircraft, given its slender body and thin all-metal skin structure, making it far too delicate.

……

After a series of swift maneuvers, circling twice, Major Song finally managed to stabilize the aircraft's flight direction. Still shaken, he watched the radar warning sound again, and, too lazy to care about the direction, flew straight towards the coastline.

Hmm? The radar's beeping sounds different. What's going on?

Major Song leaned forward with difficulty, "Damn, the seat height can't be adjusted. Next time I drive, I'll have to bring my own backrest..."

"Turquoise again?"

Major Song glanced at the aircraft's altimeter, which was hovering at a height of meters, and remained calm and composed.

"Uh, just to be on the safe side, should we raise it a bit higher?"

Little did he know that his action to stabilize the aircraft infuriated our commanders and soldiers below.

"Report! Enemy aircraft are bypassing our missile positions and heading straight for the city!"

"Report! Turquoise shore-based early warning radar has acquired the target! Heading 070-124, altitude [m]!"

"Report! Radar indicates enemy aircraft have begun circling and conducting reconnaissance!"

"Arrogant! Too arrogant! Do you think we can't beat you?" Comrade Gensheng's eyes widened, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Altitude meters? Ha! Flying right up to the altitude line of our J-6 fighter jet, that's impressive. But..."

"Use your trump card! Chase after them!"