Simulation: Great Power Technology

A week later, over Istanbul, on the plane to Huaxia.

Wang Yang leaned back on the chair relaxedly, with the toy model in his hand that he temporarily kept after his son took him on the plane.

After watching the overwhelming news reports, he already knew that this model of the Golden Crow bomber made by relying on imagination was still very different from the real Golden Crow, but this did not affect his special feelings for this model.

Just a few days earlier, on the fire stairway in Istanbul, he had witnessed the prototype of the plane fly through the air, using its massive shadow to disperse the rioting mob.

Later, he saw from the news the whole process of Jinwu opening the bomb magazine to carry out demonstration bombing——although the official propaganda was that it was just a routine military exercise, everyone knew that the bombing was aimed at the coalition of allied nations. The fleet went.

As long as the other party's attitude is a little wrong, then the ammunition will not explode on the sea, but in the middle of the fleet.

Can the ammunition carried by a single Golden Crow completely wipe out a mixed fleet of ships?

He checked a lot of information on the Internet, but he couldn't get a definite answer. The only certainty is that if one is not enough, then two are definitely enough.

At that time, there were a total of three Golden Crows in that area.

It seems that the country was really going to tear up the face at that time, but at the last moment, half of the face was torn off, and it was forcibly sewn up by those ridiculous Western politicians.

A series of dialogues were launched, a series of assurances and statements were issued, all military arrangements were put into a freezing period, and even the exchange of fire between two tribes in Africa was suspended, on the grounds that the Chinese side misjudged that their military operations would cause local damage. The interests of Huaxia employees who work in the oil field are damaged - in fact, the oil field is dozens of kilometers away from the exchange of fire.

However, no one wants to touch China's bad luck at such a time, what if?

In the past, the ugly country was a bit reluctant to be the world's policeman. The military bases were all over the world, and the deterrent force was not enough to cover all countries, but if the Chinese people were replaced...

No, they don't want to be the police of the world, and they don't have that in mind either.

They just want everyone to obediently do their own thing.

In addition to the Allied countries, the attitude of the ugly countries is also intriguing. Their official personnel seem to be not surprised by the "silent offensive" launched by Huaxia, as if they know that Huaxia can have an absolute information advantage in the war.

No one knows what this is all about, but everyone knows that the Huaxia people just used the methods used on the ugly country again in a more violent way.

Wang Yang shook his head and closed the pad in front of him. He looked at his younger son, who was staring at the sky outside in a daze.

He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, and asked:

"Tuan Tuan, what are you looking at?"

Tuantuan tapped the glass with his hand and replied:

"I'll see if there are planes out there."

Hearing this, Wang Yang laughed dumbly.

"There will be no planes outside. The routes of the planes are independent of each other. We have taken off for so long, you can't see other planes here."

"Yes! I've seen it before!"

"That was when taking off..."

Wang Yang didn't want to bother with this kid who had just finished kindergarten, he turned around again and said to his wife beside him:

"This time it was really thrilling. I didn't expect it. I just wanted to go back to a country, and there was such a big movement... You say, are we witnessing history?"

"It must be witnessing history, but I didn't understand why they did this... I read a lot of news on the Internet, and I was confused."

The wife's expression is a little confused. In the past few days, she has been swiping various news on her mobile phone, analyzing the cause and development of the incident with netizens, and speculating with the Chinese trapped in Istanbul when the problem will be solved and when the plane will be taken. Can go around.

According to her understanding, this incident seems to be a disagreement between the two camps on the route of confronting the adjacent dimension crisis, and the conflict occurred because both sides disagreed with each other, but after reading the analysis of netizens, she felt that it was not so much. Simple.

Isn't it still those Westerners who want to fight for supremacy?

In this case, will they really give up so easily?

Thinking that just before takeoff, someone in the group said that the plane might not be able to land safely, and that they might control the plane to fly to another country temporarily, and then cause some trouble for Huaxia, she felt uneasy again.

This time, she has gone through too many twists and turns, and she really doesn't want to go through it again.

Looking at her tightly wrinkled brows, Wang Yang lightly patted his wife's hand and comforted:

"It's right to be confused. The reasons behind this kind of large-scale game are generally very complicated, and it has nothing to do with us - we just want to be able to return to China smoothly now."

"...Can it go smoothly? I heard that some planes landed in other countries on the way. They said it was a temporary transfer. I don't know if it is true."

"Are you worried they'll detain us again?"

"Um."

The wife nodded and replied worriedly.

"It's unlikely.... If you want to buckle, you should buckle it on the ground, get on the plane, and it should be safe."

"On the plane is the most unsafe thing? Think about it, on the ground, we are at least within the monitoring range of the aircraft carrier formation, but what about getting on the plane?"

"We got on the plane and told Tian Tian not to respond, and that the ground is not working, who can control us?"

"These people are crazy, in case they really do something..."

Hearing this, Wang Yang also fell silent. According to common sense, his wife's worries should have been extremely ridiculous, but the problem is that when it is put on the Westerners, they suddenly feel that they can do anything bad.

What if a few robbers suddenly rushed out of the plane and hijacked the plane? What if the air force of the passing country suddenly came to intercept it? What if someone directly fired a missile to shoot down the plane?

His hands subconsciously clenched the armrest of the seat, and the fear of being trapped on the fire stairs enveloped him again, and the helplessness and despair surged up, making him vaguely breathless.

The thought of "getting off the plane immediately" even flashed in his mind, but he also realized how ridiculous the thought was.

get off a plane? How to get off? Open the hatch and jump in?

If I knew it earlier, I waited with the others and went back on the Air China plane. Why do I have to plan fast and choose the Turkish Airlines plane?

They clearly joined the government a month ago, which is not good for the Chinese people!

Wang Yang slapped his thigh fiercely and sighed heavily.

Seeing his demeanor, his wife also realized that she had conveyed bad emotions, so she comforted her in turn:

"It's not that serious, I just said it casually, don't worry, it's definitely fine..."

"I know that there is a high probability of nothing, but I just can't put my mind down, think about it..."

Halfway through Wang Yang's words, the younger son on the side suddenly pointed out the window and shouted:

"Dad, the plane!"

Wang Yang turned his head subconsciously, and then he saw a miracle that he had only seen in his life.

Above the sea of ​​​​clouds, there is a huge plane with wings spread, like a giant bird in myth, flying through the sky under the reflection of the rising sun.

The other passengers in the cabin of the passenger plane also opened the visors of the portholes, and when they saw the plane, everyone let out a neat exclamation.

Wang Yang had a feeling in a trance that the plane did not seem to be a human creation.

It is the god who descends from the void and suppresses all things.

After a while, the voice of the Chinese broadcast suddenly sounded in the cabin broadcast.

"Hello, passengers, this is Jinwu No. 3. We are broadcasting to you through wireless communication."

"You are about to transfer to the Air Silk Road route, and I will sail with you for the next 1,000 kilometers."

The communication hung up, and Wang Yang looked out of the porthole again. The Golden Crow had begun to speed up. From his perspective, he could only see the light of the warm yellow wake ejected from the tail of the plane.

Like a sun that never sets.