What Zhou Changfeng conceived was actually a gunship, a special weapon for public security warfare with excellent ground strike capabilities but low survivability. It was often over-mythized in later generations.
After all, it is based on a transport aircraft. If the target has a certain amount of anti-air firepower, the slow, thin-skinned gunship is almost a living target.
Therefore, it is only suitable for attacking targets without air defense capabilities, and it can do it very well - because it is the basis of a transport aircraft, it can carry a large amount of ammunition, hover over the enemy's head for a long time, constantly pouring firepower, and because it flies slowly, , so the hit rate is also good.
In addition to the AC-130 gunship, which was modified from the C-130 "Hercules" transport aircraft, the US military also used the famous C-47 transport aircraft to transform the AC-47 "Ghost" gunship.
In fact, as early as the interwar period, around 7926 AD, a U.S. Army Aviation officer named Nelson had "sold" his design to the Army - installing a machine gun on a biplane. , shooting through a simple auxiliary aiming device, which can effectively hit the target area while hovering.
In fact, it is of little significance to design and modify gunships specifically for suppressing bandits, but they will not be able to meet the needs of the Ming army in the future.
If we occupy the Nanyang region in the future, if there is a local resistance organization, it will be much easier if we have this kind of thing.
But how can we attract the attention of the big guys? It is best to have practical examples as evidence.
And there is no war to fight in the short term. I am afraid that the only example is the suppression of bandits. In other words, how many transport aircraft must be quickly modified?
Zhou Changfeng's idea is wonderful, but it is too hasty at the moment, not to mention that he is only a mid-level officer in the Marine Corps.
But is there any reason to give up easily without even trying?
He decided to try through the back door, but there seemed to be no suitable candidate at the moment - although the Marine Corps was directly under the Admiral's Office of the Eastern Fleet, he was not familiar with the big guys in the Navy.
The only two generals I knew were Xu Zhanming and Yang Zhen. I had just asked Xu Zhanming a few days ago, but now I am really embarrassed to speak again. As for Yang Zhen, he is a theoretical general and may not have so many resources.
After thinking about it, Zhou Changfeng found out sadly that he could only go to his nominal "backer" Princess Ning You?
On the one hand, there is a woman who makes me feel uncomfortable, and on the other hand, the gunship is a design idea that has both characteristics and needs.
After hesitating for a while, he hesitantly dialed a number.
Transfer, transfer, transfer again.
After a while, a strange female voice rang on the other end of the phone, "Tai Dai, the imperial envoy to control the epidemic, who is this?"
Zhou Changfeng reported a code word, and the other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then told him to wait.
"Your Highness is taking a nap at noon and will be back later."
A quarter of an hour.
half an hour.
One hour.
When the phone rang again, Zhou Changfeng couldn't help complaining in his mind why this so-called "nap" was so long?
"It's strange today, you still take the initiative to call?" Zhu Lingjing on the other end of the phone had obviously just woken up, and her voice was lazily, "Tell me, is it a business matter or a private matter?"
"Official business. I have an idea that I plan to present in this bandit suppression mission so that I can recommend it to the military generals."
"That's not the point. What do you want?"
It's pretty straightforward, um... it's better to be more direct.
Zhou Changfeng replied without hesitation: "Uh... several planes and modified them."
Zhu Lingjing, who didn't take it seriously, just said "Oh" and said casually: "It's not a big deal. Just go to the Admiral's Mansion."
"Then...who will you contact after you go?"
"Send your name and someone will contact you."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Lingjing, who looked normal, covered her mouth and yawned, then stood up slowly.
She didn't care what Zhou Changfeng was doing. It was more about judgment of human nature than trust.
After all, people like him who are willing to call for help must be doing business, there is no doubt about it.
It's good to have back and forth. Even if it's essentially one master and one slave, it's definitely not okay to control the other party in one direction all the time.
The art of controlling subordinates is very complex when unfolded, but its essence can only be condensed into a few cores - winning over rewards, punishing to establish authority, controlling balance, etc. These cores can be expanded and arranged and combined, such as the most classic slap and a sweet date.
All in all, this is a great start.
With the guarantee of his "backer", Zhou Changfeng felt a lot more relieved. It can be said that he still believed in Zhu Lingjing's potential resources.
After explaining his purpose to the officers, he asked Xie Wancheng to take over the management and coordinate the troops to go to Wuhan Mansion, while he took a few guards and prepared to set off for Hangzhou Mansion.
Considering that a fourth-grade lieutenant colonel these days is already quite an official, in order to avoid attracting too much attention, Zhou Changfeng removed the rank plate from his uniform, found a military police second lieutenant's rank plate and glued it on. Not too high-profile.
After buying tickets, entering the station, and boarding the train, the train pulled out of Wuxi Railway Station with the whistle sounding "woo woo woo".
The long ordinary private train runs smoothly on the track. Generally speaking, the trains operated by the Daming National Railway Company are divided into first, second and third class cars. Needless to say, the first class car has leather seats, is spacious and bright, and provides various Delicious meals and drinks.
The second-class train is what most working-class people will choose. It is quite satisfactory and only provides free tea. If you want to eat, you have to pay extra for it. The third-class train is the most crowded and there are no seats inside. Passengers can only stand or bring their own food. Sitting on something cushion is equivalent to a standing ticket.
The journey was smooth. The train entered Chongde County Railway Station, and the next stop was Hangzhou.
Because this is a small station, the management is not strict. There are many people selling chickens, ducks and fruits beside the platform.
When the train stopped and passengers were loading and unloading, people gathered near the carriages to sell their goods.
Instead of selling it to a second-rate dealer, it's better to come here yourself and make a little more.
Zhou Changfeng, whose mind was filled with thoughts on how to equip the transport plane with weapons and modifications, was suddenly interrupted by the voice of a young man.
"Sir, would you like to try some strawberries? I just picked them this morning and washed them all."
Outside the car window is a brother and sister. The older brother is about eleven or twelve years old, and the younger sister is probably less than ten years old. They both carried small baskets filled with strawberries, and the young man also held a scale in his hand.
The young man stood on tiptoe and handed over a strawberry. Zhou Changfeng, who was very interested, reached out and took it and threw it into his mouth.
"How much does it cost per pound?"
"One dime."
Strawberries only cost a dime a pound? If you convert it, it's only nine yuan in later generations.
Although the strawberries of later generations are delicious through selective breeding, they cost tens of dollars per pound and are really a pain in the ass.
So Zhou Changfeng generously asked for three kilograms, intending to eat to his heart's content.
About this time, two young men who looked like rogues walked over in a swaggering manner, looking fierce.
"Who let you in without paying? Get as far away as you can!"
One of them waved his hand and slapped it on the scale, causing the bamboo basket hanging below to fall to the ground, causing countless strawberries to roll all over the ground.
(End of chapter)
