A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Black Cat, White Cat, report on the machine's status!"

"Black Cat reports: one-fifth of fuel remains in the auxiliary fuel tank; no fuel consumed in the airframe; four 'Big Firecracker II' missiles on board; condition is good!"

"White Cat reports: External fuel tank exhausted, mech fuel remaining at 90%, 'Big Firecracker No. 1' two rounds, both machine guns fully loaded!"

Comrade Gensheng picked up the microphone and gave instructions to two cats lazily circling in a certain airspace.

"This is the command center. Mission code activated. Verification code: A good cat is one that catches mice!"

Upon hearing this, both the black and white cats felt a surge of energy rush from the base of their tails to their brains. Did this order mean the missile battalion had failed?

Haha, I thought the missile battalion would be the main character today, but I never expected this! Even the arrogant missile battalion has its share of setbacks!

It's just shooting down an RB-57D reconnaissance plane. Although it was the world's first time using a surface-to-air missile to shoot down an enemy aircraft, our big guns are not to be trifled with!

"The black cat understands!"

"The white cat understands!"

"Proceeding to airspace 0120 at maximum speed, guided by our radar. Radar silence en route!"

Upon receiving the order, the two J-6 fighters executed a graceful turn and then accelerated! The lazy cat instantly entered predatory mode; have you ever seen an orange tabby catching a bat?

……

"Report! Radar indicates the enemy is gaining altitude! Their course has deviated from the predicted route!"

"A veteran! Reassess the rendezvous airspace!"

"Yes!"

"Report! The estimated rendezvous area has been determined, but we don't have radar in this area! We cannot track the target!"

"Damn, this son of a bitch can really burrow!"

Comrade Gensheng walked around with his hands behind his back. What should we do?

While he was pondering, the operator of "Big Yellow's Doppelganger" meticulously reported the situation on the scene via telephone.

The Four Nine Cities and the Air Force Headquarters.

"This U-2 is really pushing our limits! And it can fly so fast?"

An air force comrade pointed out several points on the sand table. "Leaders, please look. All our imported radar stations are deployed along the coast. Here, and here, there are gaps. We don't know if he stumbled upon them by chance or if he had incredible luck. In any case, judging from his flight path, he is very likely to slip out of our encirclement!"

The bearded man sighed. "Are we just going to watch him slip away like this?"

"Send the J-6 pilots over there to search?" a strange voice asked.

The air force leader grinned, ignoring who had asked such a stupid question.

It's a family matter, and only they know the details. As for the function of the radar on the J-6...

Let's put it this way: in good weather, even the pilot's own eyesight is better, considering that the average air force pilot's vision is 5.0.

However, we can't entirely blame the J-6. When this aircraft was being developed, air-to-air missiles weren't even around yet. Who could have predicted that radar, besides indicating whether enemy aircraft were within the range of the cannon and providing ballistic calculations for the cannon, would now be used to guide missile launches?

"Sir! Missile Battalion!"

"Hmm?" The Air Force senior officer waved his hand, somewhat disheartened. "They're useless now. Don't even mention anything about them needing to be urgently redeployed. Do you think this mess is a picnic? Also, the missile's power-on preparation time cannot exceed 25 minutes; otherwise, it needs a 20-minute cooling-off period before it can be prepared again..."

"By the time they arrive, that flying mouse will probably have already landed..."

"No! Leader! The radar vehicle!" The staff officer said anxiously, walking up to the sand table and pointing.

"Sir! The key-grip radar has a detection range of 275 kilometers! They only need to maneuver here in ten minutes!" The staff officer pointed on the sand table, "From here, that airspace can be included in the search range!"

"But the key rack radar does not have an automatic tracking function."

"At least we know it's here! We've got it, as long as we get within 6 kilometers! Boss, you know how powerful Jiang Gong's firecrackers are!"

"And don't forget, what's the current key-rack radar being towed by!" The staff officer stretched out his palm again, waving a few fingers above his head...

"Do it! Issue the orders!"

With each keystroke, the latest command immediately appears on the screen of an empty finger, thousands of miles away.

"The radar vehicle carrying the key to the radar should proceed independently! It must reach the designated location within 15 minutes and commence operations!"

Comrade Gensheng's attitude in issuing the order was very firm, but after looking at the designated coordinates, he frowned again.

"Trying anything as a last resort? Get here in such a short time? You'd be exhausted by the time you got there."

"Uh, sir, I don't know. The missile battalion is directly under headquarters. Maybe they got some new equipment from Big Brother?"

……

"Buzzing..."

A deafening sound echoed through the hills. The dense bushes inexplicably emitted a series of crackling sounds, as if being ravaged by an invisible hand.

Suddenly, the previously peaceful bushes began to shake violently, their branches and leaves flailing wildly. Then, a massive, somewhat menacing metal head burst forth from the thicket. Its distinctive, long nose, like a sharp blade, effortlessly shoved aside the tangled shrubs. With a deep roar, this "steel behemoth" leaped forward and landed steadily on the half-street.

Inside the driver's cab, Battalion Commander Zheng of the missile battalion gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. "Awesome!"

He quickly turned his head and shouted to the back of the train, "Comrades, hold on tight! We only have 8 minutes left! Now, I'm going to sprint with all my might!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Battalion Commander Zheng slammed on the accelerator. In an instant, the giant truck, which looked just like the kind used to transport excavators in steel mills, let out a deafening roar.

The truck wheels spun rapidly, kicking up clouds of dust. The flowers and grass beneath were instantly destroyed, mercilessly crushed under the wheels. Meanwhile, inside the truck bed, the soldiers…

Did you think I was going to say that the soldiers rolled into a pile like potatoes?

shallow!

The others were much smarter; they had already tied themselves to the control panel with rope. Except for the flesh on their faces, which couldn't defy the laws of nature and moved with the up-and-down movement of the carriage, their hands seemed welded to the instruments, operating without a moment's rest.

"Report! Enemy aircraft spotted! Bearing 0120-211! Altitude...unable to determine!"

"Report! Out of search range! Signal lost!"

"We won't lose it! Just as Kuafu chased the sun in ancient times, we now have radar vehicles chasing mice!" Battalion Commander Zheng slammed down the two short levers next to the gear shift lever.

"Hey everyone, charge! We've got plenty of oil back at camp!" the behemoth roared again.

"Correspondent, get your foot off my head! Report right now! We've caught a mouse by the tail!"

I forgot to mention that the communications officer was the only one who rolled around like a potato because he didn't have a control panel to tie him to. Although there was a handrail next to the passenger seat, he didn't have time to use it because he was modifying a walkie-talkie!

"Battalion Commander! I've put several batteries together. I'm going to send a high-powered transmission in a bit. Don't blame me if the walkie-talkie burns out!"

"I don't care if you burn it down, but if I can't get in touch with command post again, I'll burn you down!"

"Don't worry at all!"

Another tremor shook the communicator's hand, which was connected to the power line, and it was shaken away again.

The communications officer glanced at the battalion commander, who was focused on driving, and exclaimed, "Damn it! This is unthinkable!"

He gripped the two wires tightly in his hand, and without thinking, pressed the call button: "Hiss... Report..."

"Report to command! My radar vehicle has acquired the target! Enemy aircraft has appeared in the predicted airspace!"

"Please answer if you hear me!"

"Command received! Well done! From now on, you will directly guide our warplanes!"

The communications officer, enduring the electric shock, pulled his foot back from the battalion commander's head.

"Understood! We will provide direct guidance. Current location is as follows..."

While listening to the radar operator's report of location, the battalion commander made minor adjustments to the direction of advance.

"Hahaha, you little rascal, you're really something! You can even command airplanes directly now, a first for you! I'll reward you with a meat pie when we get back!"

"Hmm? Speaking of pancakes, why does it smell like meat? Looks like I'm really hungry..."

The correspondent gritted his teeth, and a string of blood beads spilled from the corner of his mouth.

So electricity has a smell too...

……

Screw...

The flying mice high in the sky are now in a panic.

"Where did that SAM guidance signal come from? Just how many missile sites have they deployed on the other side? Climb! Climb!"

Just as Major Song pulled hard on the control stick, trying to make the plane he was sitting in lurch upwards again.

"Black Cat, look!"

"White cat, look!"

"Action! Begin the leap!"