Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2097 Faster Planes

Shengjing, aircraft factory.

Wu Zhe was awakened by a knock on the door. He stayed up too late last night and it was already early morning when he came back to sleep.

The bed was finally warm and I was sleeping soundly, but now I was woken up again.

Then he pulled back the quilt, and a gust of cold air made the heat in his body suddenly dissipate, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Then he quickly put on his coat which was draped over the quilt. He felt a chill again and then he got up and opened the door.

"Who is it, so anxious?"

As soon as I opened the door and said a word, I saw the factory director's secretary standing there anxiously. His face was blue from the cold, but he still looked anxious.

"Xiao Hu!"

"Director Wu, the factory manager asked you to go to the meeting right now!"

"Now?"

Wu Zhe looked at the sky outside.

There has been heavy snow in Shengjing recently. The surroundings were all white before, but now it is only five o'clock in the morning.

It’s not even daylight yet!

"Director Wu, please hurry up, I still need to notify Captain Lan!"

Xiao Hu said anxiously, Wu Zhe knew it must be something important, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

After hearing this, Xiao Hu immediately ran to another place.

Six o'clock in the morning.

The conference room was full of people.

Those here are the elite backbone of the aircraft factory.

There are people who specialize in aircraft design, people who study aerodynamics, people who study weapons, and there are also special test pilots.

Everyone was called in early in the morning. Some of them hadn't even washed their faces and were now rubbing their eye boogers.

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There were two slaps on the table, and the factory director and secretary appeared above.

Then the entire conference room fell silent.

"Comrades, let me tell you some bad news!"

The secretary stood up first, stared at everyone present and spoke.

"Just yesterday evening, we were attacked..."

"We dispatched more than 30 aircraft to intercept them, but in the end we could only watch them fly away!"

"Shame, such a shame!"

The secretary finished speaking, his voice sad.

This is not only a shame for the flight team, but also a shame for their aircraft manufacturing plant!
Below, Wu Zhe was sitting in the front row, his eyes turned red when he heard this.

It felt like someone came to your house and beat you up, but you couldn't catch up or beat him.

It's not just a shame, it's also a feeling of helplessness and frustration!
In the conference room, the sound of teeth grinding could be heard continuously, and everyone clenched their fists tightly, but there was no place to vent their anger.

"There is a gap in technology, we admit it!"

"But you can't just give in and accept your fate like this!"

"I don't recognize this fate!"

The secretary raised his fist and shouted loudly, like a heroic soldier, which quickly boosted the morale of those present.

"Down with imperialism!"

"Destroy all enemies!!!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the conference room was ignited, and everyone looked high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.

After the noise died down, the factory director stood up, his old face full of seriousness.

"Comrades, our superiors require us to come up with new aircraft as soon as possible to defend our country!"

"I have issued a military order to my superiors!"

"Next year, our new plane will take to the sky!"

"Not only will our new planes chase them and beat them hard, but they will also beat them so hard that they have no chance of returning!"

"Comrades, time waits for no one. Do you have confidence?"

"Have!"

Everyone stood up.

At this moment, the blood in everyone's body began to boil, and their sleepy eyes were filled with light.

When the meeting was over and everyone was working with full energy, Wu Zhe came to the factory director's office with a frown on his face.

"Old Wu, come in quickly, you haven't eaten yet!"

In the office, the factory director, who had just looked serious and majestic, was holding two dark sweet potatoes in his hands. You could tell without even looking that they had just been dug out of the ashes.

"I just took it out. I cooked it with firewood last night. Don't worry about eating it!"

The factory manager handed one to Wu Zhe, who had not eaten yet in the morning, so he took it, carefully wiped off the wood ash on the outside, and began to peel it carefully.

"Old Wu, hold on to the plane!"

The factory manager was not as meticulous as Wu Zhe. After wiping off the black ash on the outer layer, he started eating the fruit directly with the skin, and his lips were soon stained black.

Wu Zhe nodded, "Don't worry, this is not the first time, comrades have experience."

"But, Director, I came here to tell you something!"

The factory manager blew on the half-baked sweet potato in his hand, which was still scalding hot. "What's wrong? What's your problem?"

Wu Zhe shook his head and continued to peel the skin. "It's not a big problem. We have been designing aircraft for so many years, and the Third Machine Department also made it according to the design requirements."

“Although there are some problems between the two, they are not incompatible.”

"With a little adjustment, it can be assembled."

"What's that?"

The factory manager asked curiously.

Wu Zhe picked up the document and handed it to the factory director. The factory director stuffed the remaining roasted sweet potato directly into his mouth and swallowed it whole without caring about how hot it was.

"Is this, aircraft analysis data?"

"Isn't it pretty good?" The factory manager looked at the notebook and didn't feel there was any difference. After all, they were all finalized long ago, and he was clear about that.

What's more, the data of the prototype MiG-21 is also in his mind, so there is no difference.

"Director, this is what I want to say!"

Wu Zhe tore off a piece of skin, which contained a piece of sweet potato. He was reluctant to throw it away, so he scraped it with his teeth.

But I didn’t know that my lips had also turned black!

But he didn't care and continued, "The other party should have been flying an F-104 fighter last night!"

"This fighter is small, flexible and fast! It is the world's first fighter that can reach a speed of twice the speed of sound!"

Wu Zhe finished speaking, and finally peeled off the skin and started to bite it. "The ones used in Shanghai are all MiG-19s that we imported in recent years, and some are imitation 103s, which are inferior in speed!"

The factory director nodded, understanding what Wu Zhe meant. "I know what you said, so our new aircraft is based on the MiG-21, and its performance can reach twice the speed of sound!"

This is also the reason why the factory director dared to issue a military order.

After hearing this, Wu Zhe continued eating until he had finished the sweet potato. Then he rubbed his hands together to remove the dust.

"Yes, you are right. Theoretically, our engine should be able to reach twice the speed of sound, which is enough to catch up with the opponent!"

"but!"

Wu Zhe paused for a moment and spoke again, "This F104 fighter was developed by them in the 58s and entered service in !"

"Let's put it this way. We can make it next year at the earliest, and mass-produce it later at the earliest. There's still a gap of ten years in between!"

"You think, with this ten-year gap, they wouldn't have faster planes?"

After Wu Zhe asked, the folder in the factory director's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he muttered to himself, "Yes, yes, how could I forget this!"

"With F104, there will definitely be F105 and F106!"

"With twice the speed of sound, there must be something faster!"

In an instant, the factory director's face turned pale, and he no longer had the confidence he had before.

"Old Wu, what do you think we should do?"

After a long while, the factory director looked at Wu Zhe and asked.

Wu Zhe took a deep breath. He had thought about this when this happened, and it was time to say it out!
"My method is very simple!"

"Since the current aircraft cannot catch up in speed, then!"

"Then redesign a plane that flies faster!"

"A redesign? A faster plane?"

The factory manager was talking.

Wu Zhe nodded. "In fact, we can see this from the history of aircraft development. From the earliest biplanes to the later monoplanes, from metal-framed skinned aircraft to all-metal aircraft, all these changes were made in pursuit of faster speeds."

"Without enough speed, it's like being a child being played around by adults."

"So if you want to use an airplane to intercept an airplane, you need to keep up with the speed of the other party."

"If you want to use airplanes to attack airplanes, you need faster speed."

After Wu Zhe finished his analysis, the factory director frowned slightly. He was not unaware of this.

But the speed of an aircraft depends largely on the strength of its engine.

If the engine is not good, even if it is made entirely of wood, it may not fly fast.

The factory director was thinking, and Wu Zhe also saw the other party's doubts, so he continued, "Factory director, I have a basis for saying this."

"Remember the engine from the Red Star Machinery Plant that I told you about?"

The factory manager narrowed his eyes and said, "I know, I know."

"You praised that engine a lot, saying it's better than the current one!"

Wu Zhe nodded, "Yes, I have always believed so!"

"During testing, the engine's capabilities have not yet been fully demonstrated."

"It's like two students who both scored 100 points. One of them worked hard to the limit and got 100 points."

"And the other one got 100 points, simply because there were only 100 points on the paper."

"The machinery factory is the latter."

Wu Zhe said affirmatively that he was still thinking about that engine. Its perfect appearance made him obsessed.

"So, you want to bet on it?"

The factory manager saw through Wu Zhe's plan, and Wu Zhe did not hide it, "Yes."

"Since what we are doing now is not up to standard, why not choose someone who is?"

"Besides, it's time to start researching and developing the next generation!"

"Besides, I don't think the superiors will let this engine go to waste."

After Wu Zhe finished speaking, the factory director remained silent.

Developing a new generation is not an easy task.

The manpower and material resources involved and the resources consumed are enormous!

The most important thing is, if you can’t do it, it’s a waste.

No one can afford this responsibility!

But when he thought about what happened last night, the factory manager felt heavy in his heart!

After a long while, the factory director raised his head and said through gritted teeth, "I have already signed the military order, why should I be afraid of these bullshit things!"

"Well, after New Year's Day, you can pick a few people to go to Sijiu City and set up a working group!"

"I approved it!"

Wu Zhe immediately laughed, "Don't worry, I promise not to let you down!"

The factory manager threw the file to Wu Zhe and said, "Make this one for me first. At the very least, all the hard work over the years won't go to waste."

Wu Zhe stood up with a smile, "Don't worry, everyone has already figured this out. We can produce samples before the Chinese New Year."

"Go to hell, you're just making empty promises for me."

Wu Zhe hurried out of the office. The factory director behind him picked up the enamel pot and a smile appeared on his face.

"The future still depends on you."