books44 Chapter 415 50 Little Girls (11)
Chapter 415 50 Little Girls (11)
Wang Wangyou was afraid her father wouldn't believe her, so she quickly explained the whole story.
They had witnessed firsthand how potent the medicine for forgetting worries was; they didn't know about poisons, but the life-saving effects were truly remarkable.
Adopting the attitude of "better safe than sorry," Liu Weiguo dialed a number in China, and the other side thought the same thing.
The next day, for some reason, all the pilots at the US base climbed onto their planes. Nineteen planes took off at the same time, and their superiors couldn't get them to come down even when they shouted.
Then these people watched helplessly as the plane took off, flew over their base, swept over the area where the Chinese lived, and flew off in an unknown direction.
The American commander ordered an immediate investigation into the planes' whereabouts, only to arrive at a startling conclusion: these planes were flying directly towards China. Did they intend to declare war on China?
Domestic leaders, along with their leadership team, were on edge until the planes landed. Then, the soldiers lying in ambush nearby swarmed in and captured all the pilots.
At this moment, they also noticed that the pilots were not in a normal state, and were somewhat dazed. But that was not important at the moment. What was important was that the US would definitely shamelessly demand their return. They had already entered the territory of our Dragon Country and still wanted to go back. They were dreaming!
"Received!"
"yeah!"
With no more U.S. aircraft currently in North Korea, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers have had a much-needed respite. Even if the U.S. later mobilizes aircraft from its own country, fighter jets will not wait for anyone.
The warriors of the Dragon Kingdom are known for their fearlessness. If we seize this opportunity, we'll definitely take a big bite out of them.
Staying on the front lines, there's no need for Wangyou anymore. She did want to transport the tanks back, but those things can't fly like airplanes, and they're extremely bulky. Most importantly, they won't let Wangyou take them away, and her attempts to use the same trick are restricted by that force again.
"Forget it, I'm not staying here anymore. I'll go back to China and wait for the results."
Wangyou didn't bother them anymore and led Zhao Gang and the others on their journey back to China.
Time flies, and two years have passed since Wangyou returned to China. In these two years, Wangyou has not been idle. She has studied the enemy's planes thoroughly. She can build them by imitation, but she can't build new ones. To be precise, she can't do it herself and can only let others do it. Wangyou was so angry that she pointed to the sky and cursed.
And this three-year war is finally coming to an end, with the United States handing over a letter of surrender to China and demanding a ceasefire.
The volunteer soldiers were finally able to go home, but countless soldiers remained on that land forever.
On the day the volunteer soldiers returned home, Wangyou took leave to pick up her parents and brothers.
This war tore countless families apart, but fortunately, her family survived.
That year, Wangyou was thirteen years old.
The family was finally reunited, but the land of Dragon Kingdom was not stable. The spies who had been lying in wait were always trying to cause trouble in Dragon Kingdom, but overall, everything was developing in a good direction.
"Dad, why don't we organize the manufacture of atomic bombs and missiles? I saw that the Americans have them, and they dropped two on the Japanese. Why didn't they drop more so that those bastards could still go home?" Wangyou suddenly pulled out a newspaper and said.
"It's not that we don't want to, it's that we don't have the strength yet. The higher-ups are already making plans. We've been so busy fighting wars all these years, how could we have time to think about anything else!" What Liu Weiguo said was true. You have to eat one bite at a time.
“Indeed, this thing is powerful and requires nuclear energy. It’s not easy to build. I could build it right now, but that bastard won’t allow it.” Wangyou put the old newspaper aside.
"You'll need it someday."
"Dad, do you think I can dismantle an entire airplane?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious. I'll explain it to the others as I take it apart to see if there are any loopholes."
"Can you put it back together after you take it apart?"
"No problem, it can definitely be put back in."
"I'll go talk to your boss for you."
"Okay, thank you, Dad!" Having achieved her goal of forgetting her worries, she smiled happily.
Wangyou doesn't know what Liu Weiguo said to the big boss, but the ultimate goal was achieved.
Then Wangyou, carrying her tool bag, went there excitedly, only to run into a group of pilots who looked at her with pity, as if she were scolding their child.
"Ouch, be gentle, be careful not to break it!"
"Slow down, slow down, put it down slowly! What if it doesn't go back in?"
"Zhao Gang, pull them aside, they're interfering with my work."
"Yes!" Zhao Gang and a few men quickly dragged the person aside; his expression of utter grief was truly horrible.
Wangyou spent three days meticulously disassembling the airplane into a pile of parts, and then spent another half month explaining it to the engineers who built the airplane, occasionally slipping in some of her own ideas, refusing to believe that this method wouldn't work, and it proved to be feasible.
Although going into too much detail wouldn't work, it was a good start. After that, Wangyou and the engineers reassembled the plane.
"Alright, alright, let's go check it out. It's not broken. It's just taking apart an airplane!" Wangyou picked up her little notebook and led Zhao Gang and the others back.
While eating the large white steamed buns that the cafeteria had managed to get, Wangyou sighed, "Why is the pilots' food better than ours? Can I go and freeload at mealtimes?"
"The airport isn't close to us, are you sure?"
"Then forget it. Can't we just make it like a pilot's canteen? Scientists have stomachs too!" Wangyou muttered playfully, without actually eating a single bite less of her food.
"Okay, I'll grant your request. I'll apply for it later. No one else can go hungry, but you can't." Zhao Gang smiled. The higher-ups had mentioned upgrading Wangyou's treatment before.
But at that time, everyone was at war and tightening their belts to save supplies for the front lines, so Wangyou refused. Now it's really time to improve her treatment; she's only a teenager and it's the time when she's growing.
Since there's a loophole to exploit, we have to be prepared at all times. You never know, that one sentence might be the key. Therefore, the higher-ups didn't reduce Wangyou's treatment at all, and even sent quite a few people over.
All those who came were intellectuals, although there was a high probability that their majors were not suitable. But given the circumstances, no one felt that it was inappropriate for a thirteen-year-old girl to be in charge of them. Everyone was very humble.
And so, Wangyou became the mascot of the team. She would occasionally check in or tap her finger, but she couldn't do much more. In Wangyou's small room, there was a pile of blueprints that she couldn't use for the time being. Her daily task was to move a chair, sit down, and curse at the sky.
Fortunately, the other engineers were not to be underestimated either. Through tireless research day and night, China finally developed its own fighter jet.
Wangyou didn't intervene, but that didn't stop her from being in a good mood. She would often carry a chair and yell at people, though she didn't know if the other person could hear her.