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Chapter 1040 Chapter 1051 is approaching ()

It was 11:59 in the evening on February 5, 1894.

At this time, the entire Xuange Camp team members.

No matter they are now in the Northeast, Seoul, or grasslands where the weather is still freezing, or they are in the capital city, Magic City, Jinmen, or Wuchang, which has gradually warmed up and is not so cold.

Or in warm places like Yangcheng, Nanyang, or even Uncle Sam's house.

At this moment, one by one, my thoughts have become a little complicated.

The reason is very simple, because today is the New Year's Eve for flower growers, and in one minute, it will be the first day of the New Year's Day in the Year of Jiawu.

When thinking of the above, everyone's minds became confused.

This situation continued until the year of Sino-Japanese War finally arrived as time passed. These battle-hardened guys gathered their spirits and began to welcome this rare new year in various ways.

In Jinmen, Fatty Huang kept flying up to the sky and shouted, "Watch a UFO."

A second later, while Ali looked up, he immediately lowered his mouth at an astonishing speed and gave the white-haired girl a sudden bite on her face.

Then, after shouting "Happy New Year~", he planned to run away and face Ali's pursuit.

What I didn't expect was that after Ali grabbed the corner of his clothes, he also said "Happy New Year"; Damn it! There was no beating this time, and Fatty Huang was still a little unaccustomed to it.

In Surabaya City, the team was getting up.

After picking up the wine glass in his hand, the guy who is currently the deputy chief of staff looked at the representatives of the Chinese compatriots who had come to watch the New Year Gala tonight and spend the New Year together.

He shouted loudly: "Dear compatriots, on the occasion of the arrival of the New Year, on behalf of all my colleagues in Xuange Camp, I would like to..."

After saying some blessings, the Chinese compatriots, including Li Renyong and other wealthy family heads, drank the wine in their hands with loud applause.

A second later, even louder cheers sounded.

That was Lao Yang, dressed in a costume, who had already come on stage to the sound of gongs and drums, ready to sing "Dingjun Mountain" for everyone.

Just two kilometers away from the party venue, the war elephant was grabbing a white man and beating him with fists as big as a casserole.

While he was doing it, he was still cursing: "You come here to cause trouble during the Chinese New Year, I will beat you to death~"

Even though Zhan Xiang had already absorbed most of his strength, after seven or eight consecutive punches, the white man was still bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he could no longer survive.

On an island quite far away from the war elephant, many soldiers of the First Infantry Corps of Xuange Battalion shouted in unison:

"Come on, come on, instructors, come on," the request sounded.

After Fengrui, Watchdog, Chen Tang, Xiong Da, Lao Hei, Lao Ma and others hesitated for a moment, they sang an old song loudly:

"The beacon smoke is billowing and the heroes are singing, and the green hills all around are listening..."

Why is the battle flag so beautiful and the blood of heroes dyed her red..."

Although the soldiers at the scene had not experienced the great founding battle of later generations, they could all share the same passionate national sentiment that they had suffered oppression and humiliation and wanted to rise again.

Let them listen to it and feel a lot.

Amidst such singing, the eyes of the men who were students, workers, farmers, and vendors more than half a year ago began to look different.

The distance continues even further, thousands of miles away in Liaodong.

Yu Hanfeng, who was sitting by the campfire at the moment, also sang a war song loudly in front of his brothers from the Second Cavalry Regiment.

At the same time, in the Deyue Building in the Magic City.

Countless fireworks shot into the sky from the roof of the building and from the surrounding open space, and the brilliant firelight illuminated the sky in the Magic City.

Under the beautiful fireworks, all the team members currently in the Magic City area, plus an international friend like Old Henry.

Under the rising white mist of the old-fashioned camera, a group photo was taken.

And this black and white photo will be published and forwarded countless times for many years to come.

Xiao Bai Lian and Ying Qi had their arms around each other, showing what was recognized as the earliest scissor hand in history; Old Snake held an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, pretending to be cool with a straight face.

Mi Yanmao's face is full of harmless smiles, like a soy sauce passerby.

Xiaomei pouted and looked unhappy; because when she was playing mahjong before, this girl was unlucky and almost lost the whole night.

Henry Sr., an international friend, looks at the camera seriously and is the most serious person in the photo.

As for Hu Biao and Guifei in the C position, they clasped their fingers tightly and didn't even look at the camera.

Looking at each other, it was obviously not an affectionate look, but even if they looked at each other a hundred years later, the crowd felt that their faces were full of dog food.

Of course, this is definitely not the case in official terms.

In their words, this is called: the revolutionary romance of the great era...

In short, this night of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new was also the most relaxing moment for everyone in the Xuan Ge Camp in the entire Sino-Japanese War.

Later, as the days passed and the war came closer, they could feel the smell of tension in the air even when they breathed.

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Time: February 2th.

Location: Nanyang region, a remote uninhabited island.

The newbie Lao Ping, under the gaze of at least a thousand people around him, swallowed nervously and finally spit out a few words in his mouth:

"Attention everyone, the test flight begins~"

At this sentence, a soldier next to him waved the red flag in his hand vigorously.

Suddenly, on a dirt runway dozens of meters away, a man who was just a clock repairman before arriving here turned the wooden propeller vigorously.

Suddenly the propeller of a plane on the runway began to rotate continuously.

Wearing leather jackets, leather hats and windproof glasses, there were two pilots. After giving a thumbs up to this pen, they slowly drove the plane forward.

And this speed is getting faster and faster.

During such a process, he clearly knew that he must behave calmly with his subordinates.

But Lao Ping still couldn't help but bit his lip and clenched his fists under the huge tension in his heart. He didn't even notice that his nails pierced the palms of his hands.

no way! The current situation shown by the team cannot be said to be optimistic.

When it comes to the Japanese combined fleet, they don't take it seriously. Even if they don't use the air force, they are confident that they can cooperate with the Beiyang fleet to defeat them.

The key is the intervention fleets of Yin and France, which are a stronger enemy.

According to intelligence, a powerful fleet will arrive in Surabaya City in a few months at most. Without the help of the air force, frankly speaking, the team really has no confidence in defeating them.

Therefore, today’s test flight must be successful.

Only in this way can the aircraft be officially finalized and assembled, produced, and trained on a large scale. If it is a little later, it will be too late.

As for the taxiing plane in front of him, all kinds of data were like knives, deeply engraved in Lao Ping's head:

With a length of 12.47 meters, a height of 4.66 meters, a wingspan of 16.42 meters, and a wing area of ​​42.18 square meters, it is quite a big guy.

The main structure is entirely made of wooden materials.

The lightest and strongest balsa wood shipped from Brazil is used.

What's even more amazing is that there are too many skilled carpenters in the flower garden; the number of nails used on the entire aircraft is very small, and most of them are mortise and tenon structures, which are stronger than nail fixation.

The overall empty weight is 6327 kg, and the maximum take-off weight is 8848 kg. In other words, after removing the pilot, this bomber can still carry about 2.3 tons of weapons and ammunition, as well as various aerial bombs.

This bomb load is still much stronger than the largest bomber during World War I.

The only pity is that under the maximum take-off weight, the maximum flight speed of this thing is only 235 kilometers, and the maximum range is 1050 kilometers.

However, in order to achieve the above data, both Lang Qing and Lang Qing tried their best.

The two 1025-horsepower piston engines above are the limit of the maximum processing capabilities of their machines and workers after continuous optimization and re-optimization.

Often three machines are processed, and only one can be qualified.

Fortunately, as workers continue to become familiar with and grow up, there is still room for large-scale improvement in this processing qualification rate.

Of course, the above data are only on paper and in the minds of people like Lao Ping. Whether it can really achieve these beautiful indicators depends on today's actual test flight situation.

After taxiing for a distance of almost 400 meters, the aircraft was operated by a rookie pilot.

The chubby-looking plane rose from the ground with a slight stumble.

Immediately, there was loud applause on the ground. It was only after seeing Lao Ping still staring at the sky that everyone thought that this was just the beginning.

There aren't too many uncertainties yet, so it's not a time to be happy.

It hovered in the air for a total of 1 hour and 03 minutes, reaching a maximum altitude of more than 3000 meters and a maximum speed of 230 kilometers per hour.

And after a number of test flight requirements, the landing flag was finally waved on the ground.

Finally, when the plane landed successfully, Lao Ping waved his arms fiercely and roared loudly: "Success, we finally succeeded~"

Under his shout, cheers like a roaring tsunami sounded from the ground.

The hats and hats they wore for sun protection were thrown up high by Lao Gao; all the huge pressure they had endured in their hearts was released at this moment.

But amid such cheers, Lao Ping collapsed towards the ground.

At this time, the breath he was holding in his heart relaxed slightly. After being under tremendous pressure and work intensity for a long time, his body and spirit, which had reached the limit, finally could no longer bear it.

When the huge fatigue hit him like a mountain falling, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

However, before he fell asleep, he still remembered to tell the panic-looking guard beside him: "I'm fine, I just want to have a good sleep.

Don't panic and don't make a fuss.

correct! Immediately report this good news to the headquarters and ask them what is a better name for this model of aircraft~"

After saying that, before the guard could ask anything else, the guy closed his eyes and snored.

Amidst the cheers around him, Lao Ping fell asleep in seconds.

After a full 25 hours passed, Lao Ping, who still felt a little dizzy, finally woke up.

During the time he slept to death, if it hadn't been for the constant thunder-like snoring, his personal guards might have thought he was dead.

After Lao Ping woke up, his dizzy state was quickly resolved.

Because after he saw a telegram, he immediately jumped to his feet and cursed: "What the hell! We must produce no less than 20 aircraft within a month. Hu Biao, you are so stupid, just kill me~ "

In this way, the aircraft belonging to Xuan Ge Camp was finally born under difficult circumstances. It was named 'H-1 Bomber' by Hu Biao, codenamed 'Big Head Fly'.

The main job of Lao Ping, a rookie, has changed from designing and researching aircraft to full-scale production of fighter jets.

But what is different from the past is that even in his busy schedule, he will take time out to provide two hours of aerospace training to some of his engineers.

No matter how much they can learn, it's just like cramming and high-intensity teaching.

The main thing is that he understands that there is not much time left for class.

And these people will be the seeds of the future aerospace industry; after they no longer lag far behind the West, they will have a hard time catching up...

Time: February 3th.

Location: North America, Uncle Sam's house.

Er Pang and Yuan Hai were lying on the beach in Miami, sipping cocktails while being massaged by two beautiful men in bikinis.

Those little days were indescribably beautiful.

really! To say that in this mission, the two people who had the best time in the entire Xuan Ge Camp were definitely these two guys.

What did you say? Just like these two beautiful big horses, after spending a whole day with them, if they are willing, they will give them a few dollars.

Of course, it was not the beauty of the two that made the Ocean Horses go crazy.

They just promised to give them a pair of the latest socks that they might not be able to buy now that they have money.

If you buy this thing on the black market, it will cost you a month's salary of an Uncle Sam's steelworker.

Just because of a pair of socks, people still have to change a few dollars. Even with the two people's shamelessness, it is somewhat impossible to do this kind of thing.

well! Just be enthusiastic.

As for the bikinis worn by the two ocean ponies, they have now become popular at Uncle Sam's house since the photos of the imperial concubine caused a sensation.

No matter how many old-fashioned men have been scolding them in newspapers, they are still the type who can't resist all kinds of girls and wear them while hanging out on the beach.

It's a pity that they don't have time to enjoy the enthusiasm of the Ocean Horse.

Another tall Yangma secretary walked over and said sweetly: "Boss, the Dupont family is here too, and the meeting is about to start~"

After hearing this sentence, Er Pang and Yuan Hai couldn't help but look at each other, and they could see the reluctance in each other's eyes.

Because in the next meeting, after reaching an agreement with these top families of Uncle Sam's family, they will return to Daqing to prepare for that war.

Otherwise, if we delay it any longer, it will be too late to get back.

Ten minutes later, the two appeared in a conference room in a nearby luxurious manor. There were not many people inside, but each one of them played an important role in Uncle Sam's house.

They are some big figures whose words are more effective than those of the generals.

For example: the head of the DuPont family, the old Morgan they were familiar with, and the steel magnate Carnegie.

All in all, it's not easy to count one by one; basically, all the so-called nine major families of Uncle Sam's family are here.

Facing these people, Yuan Hai opened the box in his hand and took out the penicillin and a series of special medicines that were shipped from Surabaya soon.

Several large oil fields have not yet been discovered but have been purchased by them.

Some aspects of oil extraction, oil refining, and steelmaking are definitely quite advanced technical data for the current era.

After hurriedly introducing these things, looking at the shining eyes of these people, Yuan Hai slowly said: "Want to code? Yes, but you have to agree to some conditions.

First, we need to invest in these industries with technology.

Second, if we have a war with the island country, Yinfa, etc. in the future, you must exert the necessary influence; even if Uncle Sam's family is not allowed to directly participate in the war, you must make some decisions that are beneficial to us.

Counting the huge market in the Far East, I think you have enough motivation..."

(End of this chapter)