Historically, the phenomenon of nuclear fission was discovered by the Germans in the second half of this year. The famous Hahn and Strassmann discovered this epoch-making phenomenon when they used neutrons to bombard uranium atoms.
Zhou Changfeng has been paying attention to physics journals since he met Zhang Shilin, a bachelor (Ph.D.) who is engaged in nuclear transmutation research on the train last year.
Although it was discovered by the Germans in history, the Ming Dynasty cannot be said to be lagging behind in terms of cutting-edge physics. Maybe its own physicists took the crown?
However, it does not matter who discovers the phenomenon first. This is just an honor. The most important thing is to be the first to apply it.
Now Zhou Changfeng is waiting for this shocking news to break out in the physics world, and then he can justifiably and secretly propose to develop a "powerful doomsday weapon" based on the principles behind this phenomenon.
Americans have strong families and unparalleled industrial capabilities. The Manhattan Project came to fruition from scratch in just three years. Obviously, Zhou did not think that his country could have similar efficiency, so the sooner it started, the better.
At the same time, we should also prepare for the worst on the other hand, or the strategy of "one loses and the other rises."
That is, seeking to conduct raids on manufacturing and processing sites to slow down the progress of the Manhattan Project.
This has both advantages and disadvantages. If Ming Dynasty could succeed four or five years ago, and the Americans were delayed from a few months to more than half a year because of the attack on their facilities and the progress was slowed down, then Ming Dynasty would have a lot of diplomatic power during this period. chips.
On the contrary, if the Ming Dynasty still fails to succeed in four or five years, the raid can still buy a few more months, which can be regarded as an insurance.
Of course, Zhou Changfeng could only bury this matter in his heart for the time being, as predicting the unknown is always a very strange thing.
However, the idea of setting up companies in Tennessee and New Mexico first was just an idea he had just had, and he would have to spend more time to think about how to do it.
"...Okay, that's it. Here are the contact information. If you need anything in the future, please contact me via letter or telegram."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Changfeng waved to call the waiter, and paid for the bill before Phillip in front of him could react.
Oh, this is a Western restaurant, do you need to tip?
He took out two more one-yuan coins. The waitress was slightly startled, then said "Thank you, Sir" in Chinese, and left happily.
This "Thank you, Sir" made Zhou Zhang feel very angry.
Phillip watched him get up and leave in confusion, and then thought about it carefully.
Why is this Ming army officer so strange? His behavior is completely unconventional. It seems that his father's statement that "you may encounter a few eccentric people anywhere" is completely correct.
"We still have to solve the problem first. The principle of the gun type is simple and crude, but the utilization rate is too low. However, we can add a chamber containing deuterium to improve the utilization rate..."
On the way back to the station by car, Zhou Changfeng looked at the gorgeous night scene flashing outside and began to wonder.
The most well-known "little boy" is the gun-type principle. It is very simple. Two groups of U-235 with a total of 64kg are installed at both ends, and then collide together at high speed to exceed the critical mass, and open uncontrollably under the action of the neutron source. chain reaction.
However, after the middle part releases energy, the nuclear material outside has been blown away, so the utilization rate is very low. Only about 1.7% of the 64kg U-235 participated in the reaction, and a total of about 15,000 U-235 was released. tons of TNT explosion energy.
In comparison, the utilization rate of the implosion-type "Fat Man" is much higher. Just 6 kilograms of Pu-239 releases the energy of 22,000 tons of TNT, and the utilization rate reaches as much as 20%.
Of course, its design, manufacturing, and processing principles are also more complex and difficult - dozens of explosive blocks must be detonated as simultaneously as possible within a very short time error.
In addition, Zhou Changfeng also knows an effective way to increase the power of fission bombs - injecting a small amount of solid or gaseous deuterium and tritium inside.
When the fission reaction occurs, these deuterium and tritium will fuse, but the energy they release is negligible in the entire process. Their main function is to release a large number of neutrons, which will further allow more fissile materials to react, Thereby improving the overall power.
So this is called a fusion-enhanced fission bomb, which is essentially a fission bomb.
In view of the fact that technological development cannot be achieved overnight and other down-to-earth methods cannot be achieved, the only feasible method is this "crooked trick".
In fact, what makes Zhou Changfeng quite satisfied is that his nominal boss Zhu Lingjing has certain attainments in physics...
Okay, that's a compliment to her. Objectively speaking, she has a certain understanding, but it's enough, at least she's not a layman.
No matter what, this "powerful doomsday weapon" is indispensable, and it can break the final deadlock.
When China and the United States are exhausted from the brutal tug-of-war in the vast Pacific, epoch-making nuclear weapons will add an important weight to the balance of victory.
A few days later, the last day of March.
The red sun rises above the sea, and the warm sunshine in the spring morning gives people a sense of vitality and is extremely comfortable.
Tokyo citizens have gradually become accustomed to the "new life". Compared with the past, those Westerners who were arrogant and superior have become much more restrained.
Especially a few days ago, when some drunk Ming soldiers were riding a tram, two Americans who were shouting wanted to fight for seats. As a result, they got into an argument with the soldiers and were hit on the head with rifle butts. He was bleeding, and the hamstring of one foot was cut off with a bayonet.
This matter spread quickly, and some Tokyo citizens who had been oppressed by Western powers for many years applauded, but there were also some people who cared about their foreign masters who privately defended the two Americans.
But there are also a considerable number of Japanese who don't care about this - the discipline of this "king division" is no better than that of the garrison of the great powers.
In the past three weeks, rapes of women and looting of property have occurred from time to time. When the jackals are gone, the tigers and leopards are coming again. What's there to be happy about? When your wife, daughter and sisters come home crying, will you still be able to laugh?
The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.
For most people it’s the beginning of a new day, but for Komatsu Moriko it’s the end of a hard night’s work.
As the neon lights went out, the last few young men and women who had stayed up all night to enjoy the nightlife left the "Robin" dance hall. After cleaning up all kinds of garbage left by the guests and arranging the empty wine bottles neatly, Komatsu Moliko came in The receptionist signed his name and officially got off work.
Tired, she walked on the road to the concession and left the concession through the checkpoint.
The scene in the public concession is like a paradise, with the spring breeze carrying European-style music intertwined by violins and pianos, and occasionally short and powerful drumbeats; the early morning mist is a bit like sublimated dry ice, lingering in the streets and alleys; the slowly moving rails From time to time, the upturned "braid" of the tram sparks with the cables, making a "squeaking" sound; in the cafe, there are many people rushing to work waiting, and from time to time they raise their hands to look at their watches and say a few words of encouragement.
As soon as you enter the rental area, you seem to have entered another world - the neat streets have become messy, with sewage puddles and garbage dumps everywhere on the roadside. Women who have stood all night move sleepily, and wandering beggars cover their broken houses. Blankets were sleeping on old cardboard, and vendors were shouting and selling.
This experience of traveling back and forth between earth and heaven is a daily routine for her, and she has to experience it twice a day.
But when passing by a middle-aged woman begging with two young girls, Komatsu Moliko couldn't help but stop.
She looked around and made sure there were no other beggars before she put three five-cent coins inside - otherwise, other beggars would swarm after her and beg for alms.
Although inflation has been obvious in recent years, fifteen yen is still not a mosquito bite, and it is enough for two meals.
Komatsu Molizi was lucky that there happened to be no other beggars nearby, otherwise she would have been in a dilemma.
However, she didn't go far when she encountered several Fourth Division soldiers wandering around.
Several eyes quickly locked onto this thin girl. The blue and black waiter uniform and skirt highlighted the young girl's grace and charm.
"How old is the little girl?"
"What are you afraid of? What's there to be afraid of? Don't leave in a hurry."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Seeing the girl in front of them hanging her head and trembling with fear, the two regular soldiers and a pacesetter laughed in unison.
The bullying of the citizens by the occupying forces was often seen, and the Japanese passing by did not dare to look directly at it, so they could only leave quickly and pray for the poor and unlucky girl.
No one dared to touch the bad luck of these military masters of the Celestial Dynasty. Only one brave person happened to find a sidecar motorcycle, which was the military police on patrol.
Although the military police may not care about anything, there is always a little more hope.
He hurriedly stopped it, then pointed in the direction he came from, and racked his brains to squeeze out a few blunt Chinese words.
So two gendarmes drove over and heard laughter and sad calls for help before they got close. Getting closer, I saw the three soldiers continuing to tease them as if no one else was watching.
"It's quite beautiful..."
"Why are you shouting? We don't eat people."
According to the instructions of the General Office of the Second Army, the management in the first few days was indeed very loose. As long as people did not kill people and set fires, they would be given a lighter sentence. But as time goes by, the punishment standards gradually return to normal levels.
The logical model of this operation is similar to the ancient "Daso Three Days", but it is still much more "civilized". The first few days are more indulgent, and then you have to return to normal order.
"What the hell are you guys doing?"
"Were you allowed to come out? Don't let me find out who left the camp without permission."
Although the arrival of the two military police made the three soldiers a little timid, they still felt that it was no big deal.
The tall and thin pacesetter replied nonchalantly: "They are all accurate, how dare you run around."
The military police pacesetter who got off the motorcycle sidecar waved his hand and said: "Don't talk nonsense. I caught two of them yesterday. Let's take a look at the note."
He took a few permission slips to leave the camp, scanned them a few times, and then glanced at Komatsu Moliko, who was in shock, and said: "Stop doing this kind of thing. If you really want to play with women, just go find a place."
"Just... just teasing."
"Everyone who said 'Tease' probably came true in the end."
"Hey, it's not a big deal for us. Even if you guys are having fun, it's not a big deal. If you have time, you should go take care of others."
Several soldiers were quite dissatisfied. They felt that they had not done anything harmful to nature, so why not just tease a female citizen?
Besides, what if you actually play it? Don’t our superior king’s heavenly soldiers even have this privilege? You know, many women in Nagasaki are trying their best to seduce Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers.
The soldiers did not take this seriously at all and felt that the military police were treating them differently. For more than half a month, similar things had been circulating in the military camp, and very few people were punished.
The two military police officers felt that their authority had been disrespected. They were obviously acting impartially, but now the instructions from the General Police Department were to become more and more strict, and had nothing to do with "differential treatment."
I don't know who cursed first, and the pent-up emotions between the two sides exploded.
"Get off your grandma! What the hell..."
"You're a fucking lackey. Just take care of this and that. I've long been unhappy with you."
Most people hate being disciplined. Ordinary soldiers have always hated the military police. Because of their heavy workload, the military police are busy cleaning up the mess caused by the soldiers every day, and they often get angry.
So the two sides started fighting on the street with fists and kicks.
"Fuck! Do you still have to play harem?"
"Damn it, you guys want to take a shot?!"
While shouting and cursing, they punched and kicked, and the scene was intense.
Seeing this, Komatsu Molizi planned to take advantage of the chaos and run away.
As a result, because she was too panicked and her steps were messy, she accidentally tripped over the uneven masonry road.
The rough masonry scratched the palms of her hands and knees, and red blood seeped out immediately, and the pain that followed made her shed tears.
At this time, a blue-green figure appeared in front of her, reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
Jiang Ning originally planned to go to the Zackley General Hospital in the concession, where a dozen more seriously ill officers and soldiers of the Marine Regiment were being treated, but he encountered such a mess on the way.
"You guys won't stop? Stop!"
He shouted several times but to no avail. The five people were still struggling together, inextricably linked.
Frowning, he took out his sidearm from the holster and fired twice in the air.
The loud "bang bang" sound finally calmed down the soldiers. They each slowly took two steps back. After identifying Jiang Ning's rank plate, they clasped their fists and saluted.
"Lawless! What a disgrace!" Jiang Ning, with angry eyes, put the pistol back into the holster and asked coldly: "What's going on?"
As the effects of adrenaline faded, the soldiers who had just fought each other grimaced in pain. The military police pacesetter clasped his fists in a polite manner and said, "Sir, these three people were molesting civilian girls in the street. We came to stop them, and then we started There was a quarrel..."
(End of chapter)
