Chapter 255

Those present were already worried about the comrades inside; hearing Qin Miao's words, they couldn't help but give him a white‑eyed look—his meaning was obvious: "What the hell are you, kid? You don't know jack about our Air Force!"

Wait, you've been listening to our talk all along, kid? Do you have a problem?

With that thought, their gaze toward Qin Miao was full of suspicion.

"Let me introduce myself—I'm from Ha Gong Da, my name is Qin Miao…"

"You're Qin Miao?" said a man in his forties or fifties opposite them: "I'm Fan Congxi, the political commissar of the Ha Cheng Air Force Base. I've long heard of your great name, though we're in the same city, we haven't had much contact before…"

Now, who doesn't know Qin Miao? Since the Truck Cannon, his fame has spread throughout the military. Too bad Ha Gong Da has no aviation department, so their interaction with the Air Force has been limited—but now Qin Miao claims he can help them solve their problem!

"Comrade Qin Miao, what do you have to solve our problem?"

"Of course it's high tech!" Qin Miao looked at the leader before him still wearing a flight leather jacket—needless to say, he was surely the head of flight operations: "Our Ha Gong Da has just developed a brand‑new satellite navigation system; just install the terminal on our aerial munitions, and ordinary munitions become precision‑guided bombs—cheap and high‑accuracy…"

Actually, in this era, precision‑guiding bombs isn't hard; laser guidance is the most common method, but… this stuff is expensive! The laser seeker on a bomb doesn't come cheap!

So, after the GPS constellation was completed in later times, the Americans slapped GPS kits onto ordinary iron bombs, turning the old free‑fall bombs into modern JDAMs!

Mass‑produced GPS modules can cost as little as a few dozen yuan each for civilian use; military versions are pricier, but even with corrupt procurement they run only a few hundred dollars—far cheaper than laser‑guided bombs. Hence, in every later war the Americans fought, these bombs were indispensable.

Now that we have BeiDou, we can naturally turn them into precision‑guided bombs! Once Ha Gong Da's own microelectronics company is built, the production cost of these modules will surely drop to under a hundred yuan each, making mass‑equipping the troops completely feasible.

With such bombs, pilots need not dive; they can drop them with even greater accuracy than dive‑bombing, and they no longer have to risk their lives.

"Really? It seems the Americans don't even have this stuff, do they?"

"Naturally, Ha Gong Da's technology is stronger than America's!" Qin Miao puffed out his chest.

If someone else said that in another place, nobody would believe it—once the borders opened, who knows how many people were duped into thinking the foreign moon is round and the foreign air sweet… but Ha Gong Da can say it, and Qin Miao can say it!

The Truck Cannon is number one in the world! Now, retrofitting bombs can also make us number one!

Beside him, Zhou Ding wore a complex expression: "We weren't here to watch Yang Chan, were we? You… we already have plenty of military tasks; if you take on another new task, can you handle the R&D?" …But he understood Qin Miao's feelings—soldiers bleed and sacrifice for the country selflessly, while those of us in tech aim to make them bleed less and smile more.

"The patient needs a blood transfusion!" At that moment, the operating‑room door opened and a nurse rushed out, shouting anxiously: "Who here is type A blood?"

"Me!"

"Me!"

Countless people rolled up their sleeves.

"Doctor, draw my blood—I'm in the same class as Li Hua; I can't stand by and watch him come to harm!"

"Doctor, draw my blood—I'm Li Hua's superior; I don't want to send a notice to his family!"

Soon, a few people left, and Qin Miao sighed: "Everyone, I can't help much here; I'll head back now to tinker with the satellite terminal components. In three days I'll deliver them to your unit—I hope you can finish the paperwork these days so I can modify a munition for a test."

"All right, Comrade Qin Miao, we'll be waiting for you in the unit!"

He never went to the new house again; Qin Miao busied himself in the lab of the Fourth‑Year Building for three full days, then took the finished product and headed straight for the Ha Cheng Air Force Base.

Inside the hangar.

"Comrade Qin Miao, should we upgrade this aircraft?" Li Daming's eyes were full of anticipation.

If you're going to make precision‑guided bombs, the aircraft surely needs modern avionics, right?

"Later improvements could allow data input to the bomb in‑flight to lock onto a target, but for now we just need to set the target coordinates on the bomb on the ground—still a normal load and normal level drop."

"That amazing?"

"Yeah, the differential station is already built; current accuracy can reach ten meters."

"What, ten meters?" Everyone was stunned.

"What's the drop altitude?"

"No altitude limit—any height works." Qin Miao said: "For long‑range drops, even ten‑kilometer altitude is fine."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked, and still shocked.

At ten‑kilometer altitude, even the most skilled bombardier using the most advanced bombsight can at best produce a hundred‑meter error, and any slight deviation pushes the error over five hundred meters—yet now this aircraft needs no modification, just slap an electronic device on the bomb and put servos on a few fixed tail fins, and it can be this powerful?

That's unscientific!

If someone else said that, they'd all think it's bragging; but now that Qin Miao says it, everyone's gaze still carries disbelief.

"All right, installed—now we can hang it on the aircraft for a trial!" Qin Miao said: "Right now we can only achieve ten‑meter error; later, when the technology upgrades, even at ten‑kilometer altitude we'll reach one‑meter accuracy."

"All right, let's see if it's a mule or a horse—take it out for a spin, then we'll…"

"Commander, commander!" Just then someone ran in from outside: "Over at the hospital, Li Hua heard we have advanced bombs that don't require dive‑bombing, and he wants to come have a look…"

"Why would he come? He's just barely out of danger, this kid…" Li Daming gritted his teeth: "Tell him, when he recovers and comes back, let him personally drop this kind of bomb—then we'll use live ammo so he can feel what combat is like!"

"Yes!"

"Come on, let's hang it on my plane!" Li Daming said.

The runway and apron were empty—after all, everyone was afraid; even if it weren't live ammo, if the bomb went off‑target it would still cause severe destruction when it fell.

Only Li Daming's Strong Five remained on the runway, rolling, taking off, climbing!

At one‑kilometer altitude, Li Daming aligned the heading, then instinctively went to operate the optical sight.

"Commander Li, please trust Ha Gong Da's capability! No need to aim—just go by experience and drop it when it feels about right!"

Hearing that non‑standard call in his headset, Li Daming took a deep breath, then pressed the bomb‑release button.

Clang!

The bomb slipped off the rack and began to wobble downward.

On the ground, the veteran pilots were already chatting.

"The bomb was dropped late!"

"The direction was off a bit!"

"This impact‑point error is at least five hundred meters!"

Wait!

A sharp‑eyed veteran pilot shouted loudly: "The trajectory changed!"

The bomb no longer flew a parabolic trajectory, but... turned a small angle in midair, aimed at the heading, then slightly lowered its nose, increasing the descent angle.

This bomb, it's almost as if it had its own eyes!

Everyone was shocked.

Amidst the whistling sound, the bomb flew toward the target.

"Look at this error, it won't exceed ten meters!"

"This really is the power of high technology!"

Clang!

The bomb hit the ground, and immediately someone ran over with a tape measure to measure it.

"Impact point error, 8.6 meters!"