bookrandom Chapter 1061 Oh yeah, from now on please call me someone with an organic brain!
Chapter 1061 Oh yeah, from now on please call me someone with an organic brain!
Upon hearing this, Company Commander Tang was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but smile and chuckle twice.
"Hehe, justice from the sky... sounds exciting!" Imagine a deadly rain of fire pouring down from an angle that the enemy would never expect from the sky; it truly is "justice from the sky."
But despite his excitement, he immediately realized a key problem: the rotorcraft has a simple structure and its flight stability is not as good as that of a helicopter. If it launches an RPG directly in the air, will the huge recoil and exhaust flame cause it to lose control?
"Don't mess around!" Company Commander Tang pressed his earpiece, switched channels, and contacted the rear command post. "Dongyao dongyao, Mandrill calling! Urgent technical inquiry: We are currently on the 'Dragonfly' No. 1 rotorcraft and plan to attempt an RPG-7 ground attack. Does this aircraft support air-to-air launch? Are there any relevant data or restrictions? Over!"
A burst of static came through the radio, followed by a somewhat bewildered reply from the support personnel: "Mandrill, Cave One received. This... the 'Dragonfly' was originally designed for light reconnaissance and personnel transport. Neither the factory nor the test flight team has ever conducted any weapon firing tests! This thing has a small production run, and very few units have used it, let alone fired it in the air! We have no data! We cannot assess the risks! Over!"
Company Commander Tang frowned.
The lack of data means that the risks are unknown.
Squad Leader Ru muttered from the side, "Master, what are we afraid of? The higher-ups have already given the order to wipe out the entire camp. These spies, to put it bluntly, have no power whatsoever. Even if they're blown up, so what if we lose their confessions!"
Yes, that's right. Today's spies are essentially what we now call terrorists.
Counterterrorism operations are about information, speed, and precision.
You don't need to know who the enemy is, or why he/she is doing this; you only need to know where he/she is.
Counter-terrorism only requires one direction!
But Company Commander Tang was still a little uneasy about another issue. He asked again, "Dong Yao, the target area stores TNT. If the RPG hits a building, is it possible that it will directly trigger a secondary explosion of the explosives? Over!"
A reply came quickly from the rear, the tone certain: "Mandrill, according to the technical department's assessment, the RPG armor-piercing warhead primarily relies on the penetration of the metal jet. While there is a possibility that its explosive shockwave and fragments could detonate the explosive magazine, this is not the primary cause of the direct catastrophic explosion. The probability of your fear of 'blowing up an entire block' is low. However, the explosion could trigger a fire and secondary collapse. We recommend careful selection of the impact point, avoiding areas with a high concentration of potential core detonators. Over!"
The risks and rewards were clear. Company Commander Tang took a deep breath and made his decision. He shouted into his headset, "Dong Yao, request a direct transfer to Darian! Find Engineer Jiang! He's 'Dragonfly's' father, he's the most reliable person to ask! Quickly!"
After a while, a muffled sound mixed with strange "snoring" came through the channel, followed by that familiar but clearly weak voice:
"Snoring...snoring...Company Commander Tang? This is Jiang Xia. Long time no see! Snoring..."
The unexpected noise slightly eased Tang's tense nerves, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, but it was quickly replaced by worry.
He spoke into the microphone, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of elder-like concern: "Haha, Xiao Jiang, it's me! Judging from the noise you're making, you've been staying up late again, haven't you? Are you... having a midnight snack? What time is it! Hey, I'm not trying to be mean, but you should be getting some sleep. Health is the foundation of everything..."
"Ugh... the noodles, the noodles are getting soggy, I need to eat quickly." Jiang Xia's voice was muffled for a moment, as if she had taken another big slurp, then swallowed hard, her tone regaining some clarity, "Company Commander Tang, are you... facing an emergency? Please tell me!"
Don't blame this kid for being disrespectful by eating while on the phone. If he doesn't eat something warm soon, Company Commander Tang will probably have to find him somewhere else.
Hearing Jiang Xia quickly get to the point, Company Commander Tang immediately stopped his pleasantries:
"Long story short, Xiao Jiang! We're currently on your 'Dragonfly' gyroplane and need to immediately launch an RPG-7 ground attack! The situation is urgent, and the target is dangerous. I just want to ask you, can this aircraft withstand the recoil and exhaust plume of the launch while in the air? Do you have any supporting data? We need an answer immediately!"
Inside the little red building in Darian, Jiang Xia was engrossed in eating a bowl of noodles that had almost lost its heat. Upon hearing Company Commander Tang's professional question, he almost reflexively stopped eating, without even opening his eyes. He simply tilted his head back slightly, staring into the air, his brows furrowing instantly, and the last trace of color on his pale face, brought on by eating, seemed to fade.
"What is the specific model of the rotorcraft? What is the diameter of the main rotor? What are the materials and key structural nodes of the main fuselage frame? What is the expected launch attitude and mounting method for the gunner? What is the aircraft's current airspeed, altitude, and whether it is hovering?"
Jiangxia's questions came out one after another like data chains from a precision instrument, completely dispelling his previous drowsiness and ambiguity.
While maintaining stable flight, Company Commander Tang quickly replied based on his years of experience and observation: "I don't know the model! It has a three-stripe marking painted on the side!"
The rotor diameter is approximately ten meters! The welded steel pipe frame looks sturdy! The gunner is preparing to fire from the right-side hatch in a kneeling position, secured to the fuselage with a safety rope! The speed is approximately sixty, the altitude fifty, preparing for a brief hover or low-speed forward flight for firing!
Upon hearing the parameters being reported from the other side, Baoqiang, who was fiddling with something in front of the Dahuang II, stood up on his own. He assumed Jiang Xia would be coming to use the Dahuang II.
But to everyone's surprise, Jiang Xia closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
No one knew that the kid had once again immersed himself in another world made up of numbers, lines, and mechanical symbols.
The unfinished "virtual yellow" model that existed deep within his consciousness was activated once again without regard for cost. The remaining logic units operated wildly with unprecedented power, simulating the deformation and rebound of the steel pipe frame under instantaneous impact, calculating the dynamic response and stability boundary of the rotor system under asymmetric torque, assessing the critical point at which the fragile aerial balance was broken by the recoil of the rocket, and the potential impact of the high-temperature exhaust gas on the skin and adjacent structures...
Those few seconds felt like centuries to Baoqiang. He watched helplessly as cold sweat seeped from Jiang Xia's forehead at a visible speed, gathering into drops that slid down her once again somewhat ashen cheeks and dripped into the now-cold noodle soup in front of her.
"Brother...you..."
"feasible!"
Jiang Xia suddenly opened her eyes, interrupting Baoqiang's concern.
"In single-shot bursts, the yaw and pitch caused by recoil are within a correctable range! Crucially, the gunner must be firmly secured, and the exhaust flame must not be directed towards the rotor or fuselage cover! It is recommended to use a shallow dive followed by a momentary firing after leveling off, using the existing inertia to cushion the impact!"
After launch, the pilot must immediately manually intervene in the trim! The two aircraft will fire alternately, providing cover for each other!
He quickly added several key parameters and operational points, then a violent cough, as if it had been dug out from the depths of his lungs, interrupted Jiang Xia.
He had to bend over, covering his mouth tightly with his hand, his thin shoulders trembling violently, and each cough made his face even paler.
Baoqiang, who was standing nearby, was terrified and couldn't help but step forward to pat Jiang Xia on the back.
"Hey! My goodness... you figured it out already? I thought you'd be tapping on that little guy (referring to 'Big Yellow-II') for ages! They say there's a Mr. Yu at the Academy of Sciences whose mental arithmetic is as good as the abacus team, but you... you're even faster than that teacher! But look at your face..."
He was referring to the fact that Jiangxia completed this complex instant assessment entirely through mental calculation and brain models, but the cost seemed too high.
A hint of smugness, typical of a tech-savvy young man, flashed across Jiang Xia's pale face, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an even stronger wave of dizziness and nausea.
He waved his hand, too weak to even speak, simply signaling Baoqiang to be quiet. Then, with trembling hands, he picked up his chopsticks again and mechanically stuffed large mouthfuls of the now-cold noodles into his mouth.
He forcibly compressed all thoughts of rotorcraft structural strength and RPG launch dynamics into the background of his brain, focusing all his conscious attention on the simplest action: "swallowing."
"No, I can't cause any more trouble for everyone. Please don't faint!"