Cannon Fire Arc

Chapter 791: Chapter 35 Confrontation_2

“This is Headquarters, you’ve come to the wrong place!”

“The Marshal is also the Chairman of the Equipment Committee, we’re not in the wrong place!”

“Don’t be so loud! We’re formulating a very important war plan here. What will you do if your noise disrupts the plan-making?”

“We mean to be loud! The Marshal will hear us and let us in!”

Wang Zhong thought, aren’t you afraid that the Marshal might suddenly throw a tantrum and not let you in?

But his curiosity was piqued, after all, invention wasn’t exactly the forte of the Ante army, “an important invention that could change the course of the war”—could it be some bigheaded soldier blasting vodka and then manually making a nuclear bomb?

So he loudly asked, “What’s all the noise about outside?”

Immediately, a Lieutenant from the Guard Corps came in: “Reporting! I am today’s duty officer, and there are two people who claim they have an invention that could change the course of the war!”

Wang Zhong: “Let them in.”

Vasily: “I think we should test their alcohol level before letting them in.”

Popov: “This time I agree with Vasily.”

While they were talking, the two people were already brought in by the guards.

Wang Zhong: “Please introduce yourselves, gentlemen.”

“I am Anatoly Ivanovich Kitov, a Lieutenant and gun commander in Guard First Anti-Air Artillery Division.”

Wang Zhong: “An Anti-Air Artillery Division also has a Guards title?”

“It’s just one, it shot down 21 enemy planes in the Battle of Abawahan,” Pavlov immediately answered.

Wang Zhong: “Do you have a computer in your head—I mean, a tape recorder, that turns all the information into tapes?”

Tape recorders for storing information were already available in this era.

Pavlov: “No, normally I wouldn’t remember such trivial matters, but their division is special, their most famous battle deed is your ride.”

Wang Zhong: “Ah? The Anti-Air Artillery that shot down mine? They still have the Guard title?”

Pavlov: “You approved it with your signature.”

“Ah? I signed it?”

Shoot, the matter of hastily signing documents without reading the content is about to be exposed.

Wang Zhong: “Oh, right, I signed it, and I think they redeemed themselves by courageously shooting down many enemy planes later.”

Having said that, Wang Zhong forcibly changed the subject: “Lieutenant Kitov, please have your friend introduce himself too.”

At this moment, Wang Zhong felt that the surname Kitov sounded a bit familiar.

At this time, another young man reported: “Guard First Anti-Air Artillery Technical Sergeant First Class, Victor Gloshkov.”

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered who they were, these two appeared on Little John Khan’s show! They were planning to launch big data in the Soviet Union of the 60s and were pioneers in machine code language and cybernetics, just unrecognized due to bad timing.

Remembering everything, Wang Zhong stepped forward and extended his hand: “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The two young men were startled, not understanding why the Marshal suddenly became so amiable.

The more senior Kitov hesitatingly shook Wang Zhong’s hand: “Uh… It’s also a pleasure to meet you, Marshal—sir?”

Wang Zhong: “Just call me Davarish. What invention have you brought?”

Kitov: “Well, we read in the newspapers that the Prosens are touting remote-controlled bombs and cars that will change the war situation, so we—”

Wang Zhong: “You’ve made a jamming device?”

“Indeed we made one,” Gloshkov answered, “It’s an active electronic jamming device. The drawback is that it jams our own radio communications as well. But that’s not what we’re here for.”

Wang Zhong: “What have you brought?”

“Remote-controlled rockets.” Kitov said, “We’ve developed a wire-controlled rocket with a range of 1800 meters, using a Rocket Launcher with a Concentrated Explosive Warhead.”

Wang Zhong: “A wire-controlled rocket?”

Kitov: “Yes, since it’s wire-controlled, it’s not susceptible to interference.”

Wang Zhong: “But how do you solve the guidance issue? The enemy’s remote-controlled bombs had lights installed at the rear to ensure the operator could see the bomb, but it wasn’t very effective.”

Kitov smiled: “Right, but we made rockets. During flight, the rocket always has fire and smoke at its rear, making its trajectory very visible, operators can surely see it.”

Pavlov shook his head: “It won’t work, these precision electronics require high-precision semiconductors, and the entire Ante doesn’t have many factories that produce these things.”

“We used components from radios and walkie-talkies for the remote-control mechanism, and the structure is very simple.” Gloshkov, excited, opened the blueprint in his hand showing the designs.

Wang Zhong pretended to understand: “Ah, very clever. I’ll issue an order for you now. Return to Yeburg immediately, organize a design team, and come up with a mass production plan for this rocket.”

Kitov and Gloshkov high-fived:

“Awesome!”

“I knew the Marshal would understand!”

While the two celebrated, Vasily had already written the order and brought it to Wang Zhong: “Your signature will make it effective.”

Wang Zhong immediately took the pen and signed, then handed it to the two: “Have a safe journey, and also, after the war is over, I have a lot to discuss with you two.”

Kitov and Gloshkov saluted Wang Zhong together: “May you return in triumph!”

Wang Zhong: “You should say, ‘See you in Plowsonia’.”

“See you in Plowsonia, Marshal Davarish!”

The two said and turned to leave.

Wang Zhong looked at the Guard Corps lieutenant who was still standing in place: “You’ve fulfilled your duty by not letting them in, worthy of praise, a bottle of Vodka for a reward.”

The lieutenant grinned: “Thank you, Marshal!”