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Chapter 844: Call from the Imperial Capital
at the same time.
When the smoke of war on the Pennsylvania plains had not yet completely dissipated, the telegrams of the Bear-Eagle Alliance's humiliating defeat flew like snowflakes to Washington and Moscow, triggering a new round of violent earthquakes around the world.
Back in Longguo, Fang Yu's life was as peaceful as ever, one could even say... a little boring.
He did not attend any celebration party or accept any media interviews.
After confirming that the battle was over, he handed over all command rights on the front line to Song Zhenhua, and quietly returned to the secret scientific research base code-named "Zhurong" located on the Northeast Plain.
At this moment, he was in an extremely huge, futuristic circular workshop.
In the center of the workshop, a 99A tank chassis with its turret removed was parked quietly.
And around it, countless robotic arms, laser welders, and precision instruments of various shapes are busy working on it, just like the most industrious worker ants.
The air was filled with a faint smell of ozone and the burnt smell of metal cutting.
Fang Yu was sitting in front of a suspended workbench. In front of him, a huge three-dimensional holographic design was unfolded.
On it is his latest masterpiece - the "Qilin" main battle tank.
The power of the "Thor's Hammer" electromagnetic cannon is indeed devastating.
However, its extremely large size and terrifying energy consumption mean that it can only exist as a strategic fixed-position defense weapon.
But Fang Yu has never been a person who is satisfied with the status quo.
His goal is to install "Thor's Hammer" on the tank.
This is an almost crazy idea.
The core of the electromagnetic gun lies in the unimaginable huge amount of electrical energy it releases instantly.
To shrink an "electric tiger" that requires a small nuclear fusion reactor to be supported so that it can fit into a tank chassis weighing less than 60 tons is as technically difficult as carving a city on the tip of a needle.
The energy issue alone is enough to deter scientists around the world.
But for Fang Yu, this is not an unsolvable problem.
He directly abandoned the traditional ideas of chemical energy and nuclear fission and turned his attention to the more fundamental energy that he had already mastered - nuclear fusion.
He is trying to design a new "Zhulong-mini" cold nuclear fusion reactor that is only the size of a refrigerator.
This technology is extremely outrageous at present, but as long as you have accumulated enough technology points, you can exchange it from the system.
So, that's not the point.
The key point is the energy storage problem after solving the energy problem.
The launch of the electromagnetic gun requires the release of all the energy generated by the entire reactor within one thousandth of a second.
This requires a sufficiently powerful "battery." Fang Yu used graphene and a superconducting crystal extracted from meteorites to create a new set of "supercapacitor matrices."
They can charge up in an instant, and when launched, like a popped balloon, they release all that energy without reservation.
The biggest problem is recoil.
The reaction force caused by the solid shells at Mach 7 is enough to disintegrate any tank on the spot at the moment of firing.
In order to solve this problem, Fang Yu designed an extremely complex "electromagnetic hydraulic hybrid active suspension system".
Before firing, the tank's road wheels will use electromagnetic force to stick tightly to the ground like an octopus's suction cup.
At the same time, a buffer device made of memory metal and high-density hydraulic oil will absorb more than 90% of the recoil force the moment the shell leaves the barrel.
Even so, the remaining 10% is enough to cause an adult blue whale to somersault on the spot.
But when it was applied to the Qilin's brand-new, seventy-ton, one-piece body with added "dragon scale" composite armor, all it showed was a sudden lurch backwards before coming to a steady stop.
When the first "Qilin" prototype vehicle equipped with a miniaturized electromagnetic gun used a silent blue beam of light to penetrate and evaporate a 30-meter-thick target made of special alloy and reinforced concrete ten kilometers away, as well as a small hill behind it, at the shooting range.
All the scientific researchers in the entire base fell into a long, pilgrimage-like silence.
They knew that from this moment on, the definition of the so-called "King of Land Warfare" had been once again and completely rewritten by this young man.
However, just when Fang Yu was immersed in the final debugging of the fire control system of the "Qilin" tank.
A rapid red communication request, representing the highest level of confidentiality, rang on his personal terminal.
He answered the call with some doubt.
The light curtain unfolded, and what appeared on the screen was Mr. Lu's familiar face, elegant and easy-going, but at this moment filled with an unprecedented solemn expression.
"Xiao Fang," President Lu said without a word of pleasantries. He got straight to the point, his tone extremely serious. "Put aside everything you're doing immediately. I've already sent a special plane to pick you up. You must come to the capital as quickly as possible."
"It's important to discuss."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment. He rarely heard Mr. Lu speak to him in such an unquestionable, almost commanding tone.
He keenly felt that something big must have happened.
"What happened? Mr. Lu? Is there any new movement from the Bear Eagle Alliance?"
he asked.
"Let's talk about it when we get here."
Mr. Lu simply answered with four words and then hung up the phone.
Fang Yu was even more confused, but he did not hesitate.
After briefly explaining the subsequent testing work, he immediately boarded the special plane with supersonic cruise capability that had been waiting on the base runway.
A few hours later.
When night fell and the lights came on, Fang Yu appeared deep in the red-walled and green-tiled office area in the center of the imperial capital that was not open to the public.
In a spacious and solemn conference room with a huge world map hanging on the wall, almost all the top leaders of the Republic were present.
The chief sat quietly in the main seat, a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.
The smoke made it impossible to see the expression on his face, but the heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the room showed that his mood at the moment was definitely not calm.
Mr. Lu stood beside him, pacing back and forth with a frown on his face.
Several other marshals and senior generals also sat upright, and each of their faces was covered with a layer of frost.
Seeing Fang Yu coming, everyone just nodded at him and motioned him to come over.
That silent, wordless feeling of heaviness made Fang Yu's heart sink.
"Big boss, Mr. Lu."
Fang Yu walked up to him and asked.
"Why did you rush me here? What happened?"
The chief did not answer immediately.
He simply pointed to an empty seat next to him with the hand holding the cigarette and motioned Fang Yu to sit down.
"You take a look at this first."
He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a different, deeper note of fatigue.
He nodded to a guard beside him.
The guard immediately understood and stuffed an old-looking black videotape into an old-fashioned player.
After a noisy, snow-filled screen, a clear picture finally appeared on the TV screen.