A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 627 Burn it!

"Crack..." A burst of piercing white noise suddenly erupted from the control tower's radio, but the interference lasted only a few seconds. The advanced integrated circuit board inside the radio immediately activated, adaptive filtering took effect, digital communication switched, and the call instantly returned to clear.

"Reporting, sir! Radar signal analysis predicts the final target coordinates of this missile to be: point XXXX! Repeat, coordinates XXXX!"

Pang Guoxing reacted extremely quickly. With a sharp "snap," the pencil tip on the battle map precisely struck the coordinates, then drew a circle and shoved the map in front of Jiang Xia.

"Is this 1001 Zhaojiabang Road?"

Almost simultaneously, a shocked shout came from the nearby secure red phone: "It's Radio Factory No. 4! No mistake! It's the No. 4 Factory formed by merging more than 80 small factories! I even signed the merger order!"

Another, even more agitated voice chimed in: "It's not just you who signed it! I fucking transferred part of the transistor production capacity there! You son of a bitch! These bastards really know how to hit where it hurts!"

"Never mind all that, wasn't the order for an emergency evacuation? How's the evacuation going...?"

Ignoring these words, Jiang Xia reached out and gestured for Pang Guoxing to bring over the communicator.

"Can you see the enemy missiles?"

"Report! No visual contact! But... we can get close and intercept! Expected one minute!"

"How long until the support fighters arrive?"

"Predicting seven minutes!"

Seven minutes later, by the time they arrived, it was too late. However, Jiang Xia wasn't sure what to do next, so he decided to give it a shot.

"Stand close! Within ten kilometers! Do you dare to enter the end of its kill chain?!"

"Yes!"

Without hesitation, the crew's response was concise and as usual, followed by a suffocating silence on the radio. Jiang Xia gripped the communicator tightly, the metal casing digging into his palms until they were drenched in cold sweat and his knuckles turned white.

"Big Liu," don't lie to me. I can't block all channels, but suppressing fixed frequencies is no problem. If that thing really is that old AGM-12 "Little Bulldog," with today's radio command guidance technology, I'm 70% confident I can cut off its data link with the mothership!

I wonder if this missile has a self-destruct function. After losing remote control command, will it enter terminal sprint mode? Or will it just foolishly hover and wait?

"Report! The target missile has undergone terminal trajectory correction! Course changed!"

"Attack targets are being reassessed!"

what!

Jiang Xia and Pang Guoxing were both speechless! The missile had already entered the terminal phase of its attack trajectory, yet it was still able to change course?!

"Damn bald eagles, there's something fishy about this guidance system!"

But more importantly—what means is the enemy using to guide it in real time?! Passive radar? Laser coding? Or some kind of unknown command injection?

Jiang Xia scratched his head in frustration. Could it be that the bald eagles have come up with some fancy laser tricks?

However, changing the flight path is also a good thing, as it gives Jiangxia more time to think things through.

While waiting for the new solution results, he forced himself to calm down and reassessed the plan: although a single antenna could not achieve high-gain coverage across the entire frequency band, its encryption level and anti-interference margin should be very low against the old-fashioned radio command link from the 1960s...

But if the Bald Eagles really are using laser communication, then there's no way around it. Damn! It must be that P2V dozens of kilometers away that's causing this trouble. If I had a PL-15 right now, damn it!

Is this the pressure our ancestors faced? It's truly terrifying! To maintain such high pressure and advance step by step while being lagging behind in both military and civilian resources is truly remarkable.

"Target locked! Latest predicted attack point—Minhang Street! Repeat, Minhang Street!"

"Report! Expected to enter visual range in sixty seconds!"

"A whole street in Minhang?! The Four King Kongs?!" The other end of the red phone exploded instantly, voices filled with disbelief and fury. "Damn it! They're trying to uproot our power company!!"

Yes, dig up the roots!

The "Four Great Kings" mentioned here do not refer to the warships that the navy purchased from the alliance. Rather, they refer to the first power equipment manufacturing base that the country plans to build in Minhang District to overcome the predicament of relying on imports for electricity and power equipment.

As factories in downtown Shanghai relocated to Minhang District, hundreds of thousands of workers and technical personnel devoted themselves to the construction, making Minhang a microcosm of "Shanghai's industrial development."

These four pillars refer to: the electric motor factory, the heavy machinery factory, the steam turbine factory, and the boiler factory. All are highly decorated and accomplished enterprises!

In 1958, the motor factory developed the world's first stator and rotor dual water-cooled steam turbine generator (12,000 kW). It took only two months from design to commissioning. It was installed at the Tainan Power Plant and successfully put into operation!

The heavy machinery plant successfully manufactured my country's first 1.2-ton hydraulic press, breaking the Western technological blockade. This "steel behemoth" was completed by workers with swollen bodies during difficult times.

The turbine factory and boiler factory, as strong supporters of the first two enterprises, are equally important.

If the bald eagles really succeed, it's not impossible that our heavy industry could regress by more than ten years!

"Report! Visual missile! Red! Speed ​​680, altitude 9800. My aircraft is ready to carry out its mission!"

To fulfill one's mission?

Jiang Xia twitched his finger:

"Okay! Transfer all power to the radar, leaving only radio communication enabled. Also, open all radar channels. Remember I put a few circuit boards inside the radar receiver? Take a copper wire and connect the high-frequency transistors I mentioned in series, quick!"

"Hey! I understand..."

"After the modification is complete, I need you to quickly and repeatedly switch the radar's operating mode! Even if the receiver is overloaded, don't worry about it! Understand?"

"Understand...bai~~"

Compared to their quick and easy answers, the soldiers hesitated for a moment upon hearing the word "overload."

Oh dear, I'm so reluctant to part with it...

"Hurry up!"

Jiang Xia urged him on while nervously biting his fingers. This was a result of his quick thinking; the sudden change in direction of the missiles made him worry that the US had used some kind of alien technology. Fixed-frequency suppression was obviously no longer an effective tactic. What if the enemy could also adjust their frequency? Wouldn't that waste a precious window of opportunity?

Let's risk damaging the newly developed pulse-Doppler radar and use sidelobe jamming!

This can be considered a unique advantage of manually operating radar: repeatedly switching operating modes (such as quickly switching from search mode to track mode), or significantly adjusting the transmission power to deliberately point the radar at a highly reflective target, making its echo too strong and masking the signals of other targets.

Correct!

Make it deaf and blind!

Let's gamble that after this missile loses its signal, it will continue to glide according to the previous command!

"Modification complete!"

"Alright! Adjust the pulse repetition frequency to full power! Point the light at that thing!"

“However…doing this might damage your bodies…” Jiang Xia hesitated before giving the instructions.

Why was he unwilling to do it at first? Because his roommate from later generations had told him about an accident, which involved the Russians.

A crew member violated regulations by entering the radiation zone, resulting in testicular necrosis... This illustrates the dangers of sidelobe radiation!

Jiang Xia was torn with conflicting emotions as he thought about how he had personally pushed his comrade into such a dangerous situation.

"Hehehe, Engineer Jiang. I have no regrets in dying!"