GBP Chapter 674 Loading Cargo
Chapter 674 Loading Cargo
General Dai did not open the report, but calmly stated its main points:
"According to Professor Pierre's report, the cooperative project is progressing smoothly with the help of the surprisingly ample funds, materials and some unique engineering ideas provided by the Southeast Asian side."
They have made a key breakthrough in the theoretical model of isotope separation, and have completed the preliminary design and trial production of key components in the construction of heavy water reactors.
Professor Pierre commented, "The learning ability, engineering efficiency, and depth of theoretical understanding demonstrated by our Nanyang collaborators far exceeded expectations."
He raised his eyes, looking at the opposition lawmaker whose face had turned from red to white and who was now speechless, his tone calm yet carrying immense power:
"Now, do you still believe that I, or Professor Pierre, have been deceived by 'some backward yellow monkeys'?"
The congressman opened his mouth, but under the complex gazes of those around him, he lowered his head in dejection and could no longer utter a word.
Professor Pierre's authoritative endorsement was like a silent yet resounding slap in the face to all the doubters.
Those pro-white hawks who were originally panicked now looked at each other as if they had been choked, and could no longer advocate for an immediate and complete surrender to the white hawks.
Facts speak louder than words.
Gaul, surprisingly, quietly embarked on its nuclear age journey without most people knowing.
And there has already been tangible progress, endorsed by authoritative scientists.
Meanwhile, the faces of the officials and generals who supported General Dai, such as Malraux, instantly lit up with excitement and pride.
They exchanged glances, their hearts filled with admiration for the leader's vision and wisdom.
Look! This is our General Dai!
The most principled and visionary man in all of Gaul since Emperor Napoleon!
While everyone was terrified and disoriented by the White Eagle's nuclear explosion, he had already sown the seeds of independence and self-reliance in Gaul.
General Dai watched the dramatic changes in the expressions of the people in front of him, seeing the opponents fall silent and the supporters triumphant, yet his face remained dignified and unmoved.
But deep inside him, an irrepressible sense of satisfaction and joy was surging.
Worth it!
His investments and collaborations with Zhang Chi and Nanyang yielded returns far exceeding expectations at this moment.
This was not merely a technological catch-up, but also a huge political victory, which greatly consolidated his personal authority and the "General Dai Doctrine" line.
Gaul may still be ravaged, and the road ahead may still be fraught with difficulties.
But in this new era where the shadow of nuclear war looms over the world, it has at least not completely lost its dignity and self-respect like some other countries.
(John: Don't mention it, the trident is great, it makes John's people believe that John is protected)
In Gaul's hands, a faint but firm glimmer of hope had already been grasped.
This glimmer of hope originated from the leader of Nanyang, who was far away in the East and looked down upon by many.
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Ryukyu, near Naha.
The first rays of dawn shone on the streets, which had just emerged from wartime control.
The walls that were once covered with slogans promoting Japanese imperialism have now been repainted and covered with eye-catching bilingual slogans.
On a white background, square Chinese characters in blue or red are displayed side by side with rounded Ryukyu script.
Report the traitors and settle the blood debts.
[We will never tolerate the Japanese devils' lackeys.]
Unite Southeast Asia, Build Our Home Together
[Chinese people in Okinawa are one family, working together to create a new life]
The governance of Southeast Asia is attempting to erase the Japanese imprint forcibly placed on this land and carefully reshape its identity.
Meanwhile, a heavily guarded field airfield, completely controlled by the Nanyang Air Force.
Night is the best cover.
The huge beams of searchlight pierced the deep darkness, scanning back and forth across the runway and apron area.
The roar of engines grew louder as a convoy of mixed vehicles, escorted by armored vehicles, rolled over the rough concrete road and entered the airport's core area.
Leading the way were two M8 Greyhound armored vehicles, with .50 machine gunners on the roofs vigilantly surveying their surroundings.
In the middle are four M3 half-track vehicles, fully loaded with Nanyang Army soldiers wearing steel helmets and carrying Garand rifles.
Bringing up the rear were four M24 "Chaffee" light tanks, whose agile size and powerful firepower were sufficient to deal with any unexpected situation.
At the heart of this elite force, protected layer by layer, was a seemingly ordinary military truck.
Unusually, its cargo box was completely covered by a thick tarpaulin, the chassis was obviously compressed very low, and the deformation of the tires spoke of the astonishing weight of the cargo it carried.
The convoy stopped in a specific area at the edge of the runway, where sentries were stationed every five or ten steps, with sentries holding submachine guns, their backs to the runway and their faces towards the outer perimeter, forming an impenetrable human wall.
The team was led by a major.
He jumped out of the jeep, signaling to his deputy to lead the professional crew to unload the mysterious "cargo," while he pulled out a small aluminum alloy box with a waterproof rubber ring and skillfully pulled out a long folding antenna.
"Reporting to Eagle's Nest, the cargo has safely arrived at the designated location and loading/unloading operations are underway. Over."
Indeed, through continuous improvements, the Sixth Radio Research Institute has now successfully manufactured a radio device similar to a handheld radio in later times, with basic analog circuit encryption capabilities.
The major's gaze involuntarily fell upon the three enormous structures on the main taxiway of the runway not far away, their surfaces gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster under the searchlights.
Those were three B-29 Superfortress heavy bombers.
Even when they stand there quietly, they still exude a suffocating sense of oppression.
The massive, streamlined fuselage resembles a prehistoric behemoth, with its towering single vertical tail seemingly piercing the night sky.
The aircraft is covered with multiple remote-controlled turrets, and inside each turret, the barrels of Browning M2 12.7mm heavy machine guns stand in a dense array.
They are the pinnacle of industrial civilization of this era, the ultimate carriers for delivering death across oceans, and the mounts that special "cargo" is about to carry to its final destination of destruction.
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Inside the cockpit of a B-29 with fuselage number 17 and radio call sign "Red Lotus".
Lin Tianxiang, the pilot and commander of the "Silent Thunder" operation team, sat steadily in the driver's seat on the left.
He is twenty-eight years old this year, with a sharp face and a dark complexion due to long-term high-altitude flight. His eyes have a maturity beyond his years.
He is a second-generation Chinese from Southeast Asia, whose ancestral home is Fujian Province.
When the war broke out, he was still a passionate young man who resolutely joined the famous Nanyang Overseas Chinese Mechanics and Troops, braving the Japanese gunfire to transport supplies for the motherland on the Burma Road using trucks.
Later, when the Burma Road was cut off, the Republic of China treated them like trash. Under the call of Chen Laoda, he joined the Anmin Army.
When the Nanyang Republic was established, he transferred to the Nanyang Air Force with his outstanding skills and firm belief. Starting as a pilot of C-47 transport planes, he gradually became a commander of the Air Force's most elite B-29 wing.