Will the out-of-control servitor meet the cosmic cat?

"This missile...isn't it... a little too much?"

The deputy commander said somewhat uncertainly.

"Alright... okay?" The other deputy commander looked at it, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "It's only a little over 2 points, and I don't know why it was divided into two batches. The number of the batch is only [-]. Considering the speed of up to [-] kilometers per second, although the pressure is a bit heavy for our air defense, it is also within the controllable range..."

His voice became softer and softer, and finally turned into a voice that was completely inaudible to ordinary people, and it was even more subtle than a mosquito.

In normal times, this kind of voice that made the chief unable to hear clearly would definitely be severely reprimanded - but it is obvious that the current commander-in-chief has no leisure to take care of him.

"Yeah, it has to be based on our original air defense..."

Looking at the scene of tens of thousands of missiles across the starry sky captured by the telescope, it is like a tsunami of metal and flames, and then look at the surface of our own fleet that is being scraped by laser ships. Think about the decisions they made based on the leader's suggestion before.

He slowly crossed his fingers on his chest, and said in a low voice.

"It's over, something big happened."

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PS: Start to add updates, do what you say!

Generally speaking, Mao Mao will not forcibly truncate the chapters that are not easy to truncate in the middle of the card (the charging mechanism is 1000 coins per 5 words, 500 coins if there are more than 2 words, and less than 500 will not be counted), and It is to wait until the right point is written before finishing, so there are often hundreds or thousands of words more than the standard, and I usually don’t care about this.

But if you want to add more, there is no way, there is too much owed, in order to clean it up as soon as possible, so that the readers' votes will be splashed, so if the chapter is more than 1k words more than normal, Maomao will press extra Forget about 0.25 chapters (if it is less than a thousand, it will not be counted).

Cats cry.

(So ​​why did I find that I owed two more chapters in the past few days after paying back one chapter???)

Volume Four Industry and Power: Chapter 264 The Abyss Is Watching You (5.75/34)

A terrible air defense siren sounded inside the ship.

The crew of Lupers, who had just fished at their posts, had nothing to do, felt that their lives were about to be rotten, and just wanted to see some big scenes, now finally saw the "big scene" they dreamed of.

If it wasn't a "big scene" where one's side was beaten to the point of bleeding, it would definitely be more perfect.

"Quick! Someone help!" At the hatch of the spare parts compartment of the battleship, a group of Lupers wearing ship uniforms were trying their best to drag something, "Someone!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two crew members hurriedly floated along the handle on the channel, and fixed themselves on the mouth of the cargo like everyone else to exert force-although the lack of gravity is generally more beneficial than disadvantageous for cargo loading, but for those who are used to gravity For humans, it is still very troublesome to carry heavy objects without gravity.

After a lot of effort, the crew finally pulled out a machine that was tightly bound with brown linen.

"I really didn't expect to use this thing one day."

The leading damage control officer wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Dismantle it, hurry up." Panting heavily, he ordered, "The missile will arrive in more than an hour, don't delay."

"Yes, sir."

Accompanied by the frantic movements of the crowd, the brown sackcloth, which was full of rustic flavor and made people feel as if they had returned to the space age, was untied and thrown away, revealing the machines that had been wrapped and hidden before.

Is the lens assembly of a heavy interceptor laser.

"Test it with power on." After connecting the power supply and testing it for a while, the logistics officer breathed a sigh of relief, "It still works."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Hearing this, the warehouse keeper was relieved - the problem was not with him.

As long as the lens is still functional, he is not responsible for the poor preservation - the rest is a matter of logistics and damage control, which is not up to him.

Although there is no nominal law in the Great Rupert Country, it seems that as long as you have power, you can do whatever you want, but in fact, power itself will check and balance each other, and everyone thinks that they use power at will to order subordinates, not Being dealt with by the superiors using power at will.

Therefore, even if there is no law stipulating that they should do this, in essence, there is still a "tacit understanding" between power and power that can be observed by everyone in a wide range-no one says that murder is illegal, No one will accuse you of killing a few underground minion laborers, but if you really do this, everyone in the system will spontaneously reject you, and even try to get a higher level to punish you .

There is no law, no rules on the surface, but in essence, the vast majority of people are still obeying a set of unspoken rules that they will follow even though they will not say it explicitly.

Although he is just a very, very ordinary warship warehouse manager, and he does not necessarily have to do several jobs throughout the year, as long as he manages the list of in and out of the warehouse well, it is normal to ensure that when other departments need things, they get them. Then he won't have a pot.

If someone insists on throwing the blame on him, most people will spontaneously resist, such as deliberately stumbling at work, not cooperating with things, etc., making it difficult for him to do his job, and finally being held accountable by his superiors on the grounds of ineffective work .

In fact, even those who have received higher education, especially those educated in the old language, sneer at the laws and rules that the chaoticists say in their mouths and even in their hearts, and firmly believe that power can be exercised without restraint. It is the real "freedom", and let the people below firmly believe that this is correct.

But in actual actions, their bodies sat on the "hidden rules" chairs very honestly.

Facts have proved that no matter how nice the words are, it cannot change the fact that a stable society needs a set of basic rules that everyone can abide by.

What they did was to remove this set of things from the outside.

"Then why are you still standing there, move!"

...

This kind of thing is happening on every Lupus battleship.

Although the fleet cakes are very skeptical about how effective this temporary behavior can be, after all, under their clever decision-making, their air defense itself entered the field in a half-disabled state.

It's not that they haven't repaired it at all, after all, no matter how arrogant they are, they won't be so arrogant that they really think they can run naked in the air defense. function, and it is only intended to be used as an aid to plasma cannons.

But no matter what, basic air defense is still necessary, otherwise if you really accidentally let these poor missiles succeed, you will be really dumb and eat coptis, and you can't tell the pain.

However, due to their clever behavior, they only selectively repaired part of the air defense. If it is digitized, it is about 40% of the complete period, and the condition of these equipment is generally not very good. How does it perform when it is really used? Still have to make a question mark.

According to the prediction of the Ministry of Technology, assuming that these missiles have a high dry-to-mass ratio and can accelerate to a high speed of 25km/s?, this is already an overestimated prediction in their opinion.

Then, using this dv data as a benchmark, and estimating the trajectory based on the currently observed acceleration, and combining various parameters such as the relative speed of the opponent's missiles when they are launched, it can finally be concluded that these missiles need about 1 hour 40 minutes to 50 minutes or so.

Coincidentally, according to current forecasts, if the enemy does not choose to retreat but continues to circle around the current orbit, they will also enter their own 2-kilometer range line in about 9000 hours.

Is the other party really not going to run away this time?

They all guessed so.

This guess is reasonable. After all, with so many missiles, the overall quality is not high, but the actual construction cost is very high. After all, the cost of 100 million tons of missiles and 100 million tons of warships is not in the same order of magnitude.

Even if it is the Great Rupert Country, if you ask them to immediately take out more than 9 nuclear thermal missiles, it will be a bit difficult-although their inventory is a little more than this number, but it is distributed in [-] main fleets, Nearly a hundred small and medium fleets, dozens of interstellar fortresses, and countless defense platforms.

And what fell on their fleet was only [-]. After all, it was only an auxiliary weapon used to assist the truth-level main guns in close combat. Not only the Great Rupert Kingdom, all they knew, Civilizations other than the Cat League have the same attitude towards missiles.

It's just an auxiliary weapon, you can't live without it, but it's not critical.

And this cat alliance can invest so many missiles in a single battle, which is enough to show that the status of missiles in its tactical system is much heavier than them.

Although they don't quite understand that the Cat League has such a strong laser technology, and it can also use the main gun to anti-missile. In theory, air defense must be naturally stronger than theirs. Since they all have such strong air defense, why still Will missiles occupy a higher ecological niche?

In addition, judging from the current observation data, the other party obviously attaches great importance to missiles, but the number of turrets on the hull seems to be really small, just a little more than them, not to say that they are frantically stuffed with air defense.

It's confusing, really confusing.

In fact, the Lupers also vaguely felt that there must be some secret behind this, but they, the people in the military, could not think of it—if they could ask the experts in the rear to help them find it, they might actually find something. Clue.

But there is no way, the communication delay is too long, and it takes nearly 10 hours to go back and forth. By the time the reply is received, the grave grass has grown gratifyingly.

"Okay, the speed of the Katus reference frame of the opponent's missile has reached 30km/s, which is equivalent to using a speed increment of 22km/s." The fleet commander put his hands on the table, looked at the parameters on the star map panel, "According to estimates, the opponent's missile should not have much fuel left. After all, there is still fuel left for the terminal maneuver, and it will soon shut down and enter inertial navigation.

"At present, the relative speed of these missiles and us is 24km/s, and the distance is 9.7 kilometers. According to the predicted orbit, it will take about 80 minutes to reach our fleet." He drew on the star chart board with his hand. For a moment, "At that time, our fleet will be here."

"1.2 kilometers away from the Cat League fleet?" Seeing this data, several people felt that they understood the reason why the Cat League deliberately placed the missiles so far away. Arrive before contact, while leaving as much time as possible for the laser ships to hit our air defenses."

"It seems that the opponent's attainments in missile tactics are not bad."

Ask yourself, if they are asked to command the Cat League fleet, they will most likely just put the missiles in the fleet in a daze, and wait until the Lupers fleet approaches more than 1 kilometers to launch.

After all, they really don't have much research on missiles—it's as if the commanders of battleships in the old days didn't have a deep understanding of mine tactics.

Not professional.

"What we have to do now is to wait for the moment when the opponent turns off the engine and stops accelerating, and see the finalized specific trajectory." The commander-in-chief rubbed his temples, "Oh, with so many missiles, the light and hard battle damage may be as high as There must be hundreds of millions of tons.

"No way, it's all because of the cunning of Maomeng."

The adjutant agreed.

"really."

He nodded, and then clicked on the numerical details, intending to glance at it and continue talking.

Well, the current consumed speed increment is 24km/s, acceleration is 14.3m/s?, orbit parameters... very good, everything is normal, it should...

Wait a moment?

He had originally planned to go back to talk to his staff, but suddenly his neck seemed to be rusted, and he couldn't turn it no matter how hard he tried.

Did he just see some wrong number?

"What's the matter, Commander?"

The adjutant was keenly aware of his abnormality and asked in a low voice.

"..."

The commander swallowed hard, and said word by word: "Wesley, what was the acceleration of the opponent's missile just after it was launched?"

"Uh...sorry, please allow me to ask." After getting permission from the commander's eyes, he hurried down to ask the technician in charge of monitoring the missiles, and then came back and said, "Report to the commander, 10m/s? .”

"10m/s? Ah..."

He suddenly smiled wryly, ignored the adjutant's inquiry, but called out loudly for all the decision-makers and staff to come over.

"What's wrong, Commander?"

Looking at everyone's confused eyes, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly magnified the amount of acceleration.

"Look at this."

After finishing this, he sat back on the chair with a "snap", with a half-smile on his face.

Although most people didn't understand the special meaning of this number for a while, there were still a few clever officers, or officers who knew enough about missiles, to see the abnormality.

"Why is it so low!"

Facing the confusion of colleagues around them, seeing that the commander didn't speak, they quickly explained in a low voice--soon, everyone knew that there was something wrong with this number.

"Because most of the mass of space missiles is due to the propellant, as the missile continues to accelerate, the propellant becomes less and less, and the missile body becomes lighter and lighter." A well-informed officer explained, "The thrust of the engine is basically constant.

"Although it can also be adjusted up and down, because it is not a fusion engine, increasing or decreasing the flow rate of the working fluid does not help the contrast. Therefore, once the missile enters the acceleration phase, it usually climbs at full speed with the maximum thrust, which can be directly regarded as a constant thrust."

"Then?"

The deputy commander, who had never commanded a missile ship before, was puzzled.

"Therefore, constant thrust, but the total weight becomes lighter and lighter as the propellant is consumed, and the acceleration will definitely increase all the time - this is the same as a battleship. In synchronous mode, the upper limit of acceleration close to no load is higher than that of a full load. The upper limit of acceleration in the state is much higher."

"Oh, you go on."

The officer rubbed his temples, and his voice was full of sorrow: "So, for a missile with a very high dry-to-mass ratio, the acceleration when it is fully loaded and the acceleration when it is close to no load can be several times different-let's assume these The dry mass ratio of the missile is 10:1.

"According to observational data, it is known that these missiles have a full-load acceleration of 10m/s when they are just launched. If the dry-to-mass ratio is 10:1, then the theoretical upper limit of acceleration is when there is only the last bit of fuel left. The acceleration should be as high as 100m/s?, right?"

Without waiting for the other people to nod, he quickly added: "The acceleration of the opponent's missile is only 14.3m/s? You can know it after calculating the formula, which means that the opponent's propellant has just been consumed by a third. !"

"what?!"

Now, they finally understood.

But if they can, they would rather not understand.

Because this data only tells them one cruel fact.

Since the opponent's missile has only consumed about 1/3 of the propellant now, and the speed increment obtained is 22km/s...

Doesn't that mean that the real terminal speed of the opponent's missile should be three times the speed increment?

After telling the technical department about this, their expressions also looked very surprised-to be honest, no one really paid attention to this before. After all, in the Great Rupert Country, missiles are really an unpopular weapon. Anyone who understands missiles Officers are even more rare.

In fact, in the technical department of the entire United Fleet Command, there are only 5 people who really understand missiles, and 2 of them can only use fixed missiles. thing.

Faced with the question from above, when asking why their missile experts didn't find such an obvious problem, the technical department really didn't have the ability to justify it at all.

Yes, such an obvious problem, any missile expert can find the abnormality—and, in fact, a missile expert found this acceleration problem, but because the head of the technical department had a problem with this person, so they He didn't even bother to pay attention to it, so he sent him to carry the spare parts of anti-aircraft weapons with the crew below.

Now thinking of the words "you will regret it" that the missile expert said when he left, they admit that they really regret it now.

After the anti-revolutionary department pressed them to ask what happened, the fleet cake really wanted to lock them up and beat them up with a spirit injection stick-this is no longer a question of power, this is pure and innocent brain!

No matter how many festivals there are, they are still the only few experts. The key point is that they are still facing problems in the fields that these experts are good at. The fleet has lost the assistance of missile experts!

In fact, just looking at the ashes on the faces of the people involved in this matter now, it can be seen that after this battle, there is no good fruit for them to eat. indefinite.

After all, this kind of thing is really stupid. If it is poked at the top, or even let the leaders know, no one will dare to protect them-although in fact it is useless even if they don’t do it, it can only make the fleet two years earlier. It took 10 minutes to learn that the performance of the opponent's missile far exceeded expectations.

What's the use of knowing?