"Chiliuchiliu"
There were sounds of wolfing down food.
The alluring aroma fills the air along with the hot pot mist.
In the shelter whose door was blasted open, everyone was stuffing food into their mouths while looking at Lin An with fiery eyes.
The moment Lin An's identity was revealed, all problems ceased to be problems.
Except for a few high-level officials in the capital who knew what was going on with Lin An, in the eyes of outsiders, he, Lin An, was the face of China. The level of authority is no less than that of the big guys who often appear on TV.
Especially Zeng Hongtian, who was still stiff-necked at first, when he realized that the medal was real and the young man in front of him was the famous Lin An, he was so excited that he almost cried.
Even though he refused so stubbornly at first, he only agreed to join the official team.
But in fact, he thought that no one "wanted" them, the officials didn't treat them very much, and no one cared about their life or death.
The reason is simple. After the apocalypse, many local military and governments have been greatly impacted. The original team is constantly being replaced by former ordinary people.
Many official forces, on the surface, belong to the military region or a certain place, but in fact they are just covering a layer of skin.
Therefore, what they have learned throughout their lives is of no use and they are in a remote location with no one paying attention to them.
Don't look at the fact that there are still some supplies here, even extremely precious fuel.
But after the end of the world, a journey of more than a hundred kilometers is full of dangers for any awakened person.
Want to transport supplies back and forth from the satellite base? Even if he encounters a mutant delivering food on the way.
Lin An couldn't help but feel helpless when looking at Zeng Hongtian, who was trying not to eat but was talking to him instead.
"General Lin An, I know the official has not abandoned us...!"
"Tell me, does the country need something?"
"As long as I can do it, I will do it with all my bones!"
Seeing Zeng Hongtian holding on to him, Lin An could only calmly comfort him:
"You will join Long An in the future."
"As for what to do, probably launch a satellite."
As soon as the words came out, Zeng Hongtian was suddenly stunned. Even the other survivors who had been eating seemed to have heard wrongly and looked at Lin An.
"Wei...satellite!?"
Stuttering, before Zeng Hongtian could speak, the nearest researcher wiped his hands on his white coat that had not been washed for a long time in confusion, and repeated in a shocked voice:
"You want to launch a satellite!?"
"That's right."
Nodding casually, Lin An looked at the stunned people and was not surprised.
After all, launching satellites after the end of the world does sound a bit fanciful.
Throwing away the instant noodles, as the former director of the launch department, the middle-aged man suddenly struggled and showed a distressed look:
"General Lin An, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. You... think too highly of us."
Looking ashamed.
The middle-aged researcher pointed to the top of his head and smiled bitterly:
"Forget about the high-precision mission of launching a satellite, if the rocket ignites and doesn't explode, then it's good."
"Don't you know? Nowadays, all the precision instruments... no, even the less precise ones are almost broken."
"Look at us, we still follow wartime standards, and all equipment controllers are anti-electromagnetic interference."
"But that's it. Under the pollution of spiritual energy, the bad ones are broken and the ones that cannot be used cannot be used. Otherwise, we wouldn't be so miserable."
On the other side, Zeng Hongtian, who had just said that he could do anything, blushed and agreed in the same way:
"Yes, General Lin An..."
"You may think it was easy for us to launch rockets before the end of the world, but in fact, this thing has always been extremely sophisticated and complex."
"Don't talk about psychic interference. Even if one of the heat insulation layers on the rocket is broken, the entire rocket will be scrapped."
After saying that, everyone looked bitter, and many looked worried, fearing that Lin An would just leave them alone after hearing the news.
Although they have not had much contact with the outside world, just from the chat channel, they can see how cruel life in the outside world is.
In the end, don’t raise waste.
Looking at Lin An in deep thought, Zeng Hongtian glanced back at his colleagues, fearing that he would sound too useless, so he hurriedly added:
"General Lin An, in this way... we can actually help make artillery missiles and so on!"
"Look at the one squatting on the ground, he is familiar with ballistics! The other is a fuel expert, and the other is proficient in meteorology!"
"We are useful, really useful!"
Having said that, I still feel uneasy in my heart.
Hearing Zeng Hongtian's futile worries, Lin An just thought for a moment and then asked:
"The satellite cannot be launched. What are the main problems?"
"Is it not enough fuel for liftoff, or is it a lack of instrument calibration?"
Lin An naturally knew that launching a rocket at this stage was no less than a fantasy, but since Chu An had this plan, he also believed in Chu An.
I ask this out of pure curiosity.
A few seconds later, seeing that Lin An was determined not to give up the idea of launching a satellite, Zeng Hongtian replied dryly:
"Both, or hundreds of questions..."
"Have you seen the rocket on the launch pad in the base? That one was actually filled with fuel 24 hours before the doomsday eruption."
"But for such a long time, we seriously suspect that the fuel inside has long since leaked and the outer protective layer has failed."
"If you want to repair it again, it is no less than building half a rocket."
"Not only that, do you know that if a rocket wants to go to the sky, no angle can be wrong? Without instruments and electronic control calibration, you don't know where this thing will fly..."
....
A few minutes later, after listening to the questions raised by everyone present, Lin An's eyes flashed.
There are indeed so many questions that just listening to them is enough to give up.
However, the main problem is that psychic interference can cause various components and instruments to malfunction.
Unlike everyone's imagination that he would give up, Lin An keenly grasped the key question under the uneasy gazes:
"So, the key issue is the electronic controls, right?"
"If this problem can be solved, other problems won't be big, right?"
"I think..."
With his eyes flashing, Lin An remembered the electronic equipment that could be used in Long An. Vacuum tubes... This type of electronic component system was developed specifically for the context of nuclear war.
"Is it possible to use electronic tubes to replace existing technology? In the last century, without computer assistance, satellites could still be launched successfully."
"Can we reproduce it?"
Seeing that Lin An refused to give up, Zeng Hongtian smiled bitterly, nodded and shook his head.
"Your Excellency Lin An, in theory it is possible. But the rocket needs to be much bigger."
"But the main problem is that we don't know how to do it... Our country has not developed much in electronic tube technology. After all, that thing has been eliminated long ago..."
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and spoke of possible solutions in a somewhat decadent manner.
"unless..."
Think hard:
"Unless you go to Soviet Russia! The Soviet Union vigorously developed this technology in the 1970s! They even built computers using fully mechanical gears and electron tubes! If there is any way to make rockets work normally Operation, maybe we can do it with their technology.”
After hearing this, Lin An nodded slightly and frowned.
Soviet-Russian war zone?
If there is a way to launch a rocket, the best way is to combine vacuum tube technology with psionic technology.
But for some reason, he suddenly felt that many clues were concentrated in Soviet Russia.
Electron tubes, the military area that disappeared to Longjiang, the Chita Disaster, the Death Suit...
With his powerful sixth sense, he always felt that these things seemed unrelated, but actually seemed to have some kind of internal connection.
Just when he was hesitating to change his next plan.
Zeng Hongtian, who originally mentioned Soviet Russia, suddenly slapped his head:
"Oh, right!"
"Your Excellency Lin An! I remember the question you asked before!"
"Didn't you ask us what happened to the meteorite fragments?"
"At that time, the debris penetrated the body of a child who came to visit the aerospace exhibition, and then many strange things happened!"
"The military here behind just took the child and disappeared!"
Um! ?
Pieces, kid?
Lin An's eyes narrowed and he realized something:
"Children!? Boy or girl?"
"Is he holding something in his hand?!"
Seeing Lin An suddenly asking him, Zeng Hongtian, who had just remembered this, thought hard for a moment and then hurriedly replied:
"have!"
"That was a little boy holding a model of an astronaut in his hand! His chest was completely penetrated by fragments!"
