Chapter 527: First-Class Merit! (Third Update!)

After comforting the French Prime Minister, Bader turned around and called the European Command's intelligence team to him, and ordered the intelligence team to collect relevant information.

The intelligence team was very powerful. In just a few hours, they collected the causes and consequences of this matter and sent it to Bader.

Looking at the hypersonic missiles shown in the intelligence information, the officer from the Truman family felt as if his brain was hit by a hammer.

He held the intelligence and could not speak for a long time.

His brain was also running at high speed, thinking frantically about the causes and consequences of this matter, and then thinking about where the relevant technology came from, where the processing technology came from, and where the materials came from...

One question after another kept flashing in his mind.

After a long time, he picked up the phone on the table again and called the Pacific Theater Command.

After several transfers, Dana's voice came out of the phone.

"General Bader, aren't you at work today? How did you think of calling me when you have time? Besides, it's not the coordination phone of the Ministry of Defense."

"It's working hours now. If you have personal matters, you can talk about it in the evening. If it's official business, you can talk about it now."

On the other side of the phone, Bader pondered for a long time and said calmly to the phone:

"Have you seen China's hypersonic missiles?"

"I have seen them, but it's just a guess. There is no clear information showing that it is a hypersonic missile. However, I think Europe has already lost its composure, right?" Dena responded calmly, even a little bit of gloating.

Hearing the other party's different emotions in his words, Bader's face sank and he shouted angrily:

"Dena Roosevelt, as the commander of the Pacific Theater, you don't care about this kind of thing. You are derelict of duty."

However, the person on the other side of the phone did not get angry because of his words, but still spoke in that lazy voice.

Moreover, the atmosphere of gloating was even stronger:

"My dear Mr. Bud, I need to warn you that the countries that can manufacture hypersonic missiles, except for America, are all in Europe."

"Although England and France do not have the ability to manufacture independently, they can unite together."

"And their union is not what we want to see."

"You are free now. Instead of arguing with me here, you might as well go back and check those Europeans."

"Don't let other headquarters clean up your ass when something goes wrong."

After teasing, Dana naturally put down the phone, sat by the window, and looked at the sea with gloomy eyes.

Hypersonic missiles, it's a lie to say that you are not afraid.

To say that you are afraid...

It's not too afraid.

Because most of the targets of missiles are high-value targets, when a war breaks out, you only need to stay away from those high-value targets and don't cause trouble, and you can basically survive a war.

But the problem is that Pearl Harbor, where he is, is a strategic target.

Therefore, when the war breaks out, I can only survive in Pearl Harbor or die in the ground.

Withdrawing his gaze from the distant sea, Dena returned to his desk again.

If you want to defend against hypersonic missiles, you must also activate hypersonic missiles.

So...

The opportunity has come.

I don't have the ability to suppress bandits, but I still have the courage to make money in the name of suppressing bandits.

I picked up the phone and shook it, and the call was made to Defense Minister Raffield.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the phone, not anxious or impatient:

"General Dena, I don't know why you called me?"

The next second, Dena's impatient voice sounded: "Mr. Raffield, we need hypersonic missiles. The only thing that can threaten hypersonic missiles is another kind of hypersonic missile."

"For the future of America, for the future of all of us, we need hypersonic missiles."

The words were very urgent, and even a little crying.

The urgent words with a little crying made people want to sympathize.

But who is Raffield.

After years of experience, he understood Dana's idea with just a glance.

This bitch just wanted to make money by studying hypersonic missiles.

It's just a pity.

He let out a heavy breath and said to the person on the phone:

"My dear General Dana, your idea is very good, but very unfortunate."

"I'm going to retire and enjoy my old age."

"And your idea, I think the next Secretary of Defense should be very interested."

The sudden news made Dana a little confused, but soon he figured out the ins and outs.

Including this time as Secretary of Defense, Dana has served as Secretary of Defense for two terms.

And he was invited back by the then president twice, with high hopes, to rectify America's military financial problems.

He failed the first time.

After leaving the Ministry of Defense, he entered several large companies and some national government departments, learned the knowledge of these departments in detail, and helped several large companies complete their business.

He once again returned to his loyal Ministry of Defense.

This time, we took away a lot of things, but we also gave a lot of things.

It is already the end of April, and May is coming soon.

The warm-up process at the beginning of the year for the election has been completed. Now it is the middle of the year, and a new round of warm-up activities is about to begin.

It is almost certain that the current president will win the election.

But the problem is that everyone has to eat meat. You can't stop people from eating meat just because you are certain.

And Raffield is undoubtedly the one who prevents everyone from eating meat, so he must leave now. If he leaves now, he can still live the rest of his life in peace.

If he doesn't leave now, then when something happens later, he will be shot eight times in the back and commit suicide.

For a moment, Dana actually felt a little regretful in his heart, because he suddenly realized that he might not meet a defense minister as easy to talk to as Raffield in the future.

Next, some of his small actions may have to be restrained.

Irritable.

He exhaled heavily and asked the person opposite him: "So dear Mr. Raffield, can you tell me who the new defense secretary is?"

"White Laurentine Eisenhower." Raffield on the opposite side spit out a name lightly.

After racking his brains for a long time, a middle-aged man with sinister eyes emerged in Dana's mind.

A tall hooked nose, deep eye sockets, feeling like a hungry vulture, standing quietly on the treetops, staring at everyone passing by.

This is a person who used to be a Democrat.

He just joined the Republican Party some time ago, and now he is about to replace Raffield as Secretary of Defense, which means that it is the president's instruction.

Their president seems to be ready to do something big.

Do something big...

After a two-second silence, Dana said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Then respected Mr. Raffield, I wish you a happy, safe and healthy life in the future."

"I still have some work to do here, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Dana began to think about the reason why the current president made such a bad move.

But he thought for a long time, but still didn't figure out what their president was going to do.

As a last resort, he could only pick up the phone and call his son Greb, asking his son to be careful during this period.

Hypersonic missiles made the world boil for a while.

In the hustle and bustle, everyone was waiting for America's reaction. After all, in this world of one superpower and many strong countries, America is the superpower.

And other small countries need to act according to America's expression.

But the fact is very surprising. America did not react.

From top to bottom, whether it was the Central Theater that used to fight every day, or the Pacific Theater that advocated free navigation every day, there was no movement.

Quietly.

It was as if this had never happened.

In this silence, the president of America announced an appointment. Former Secretary of Defense Raffield stepped down from the position of Secretary of Defense and became an advisor without real power.

And a person who was originally a Democrat and urgently joined the Republican Party a few months ago became the new Secretary of Defense.

However, when announcing this appointment, the president of America also emphasized that this was just a normal appointment and asked everyone not to think too much.

Lanling.

Looking at the information synchronized by Zhou Changyao, Lin Yu couldn't help but frown.

This...

America's appointment by the Ministry of Defense this time is different from what he knew in his later life.

In his previous life, Raffield worked until 2006, when he succeeded in his mission and successfully withdrew, returning to enjoy his old age peacefully.

He was not shot down by America's rockets under America's actual control, like those auditors who went to Afghanistan.

But now, in 2004, Raffield has quit and run away.

This...

is a bit strange.

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out the reason, so he threw the information aside and fixed his eyes on the two red wooden boxes in front of Zhou Changyao.

He has a box of the same style at home.

This is a box for military medals!

Seeing Lin Yu's eyes fall on the box in front of him, Zhou Changyao naturally took the box, opened it, and turned it to Lin Yu.

When the people opposite began to appreciate the medals in the box, he opened his mouth and said in a gentle voice:

"I still have to say sorry for the awarding of the medals this time."

"For everyone's safety, the medals can only be awarded in secret this time."

"When the time comes, you gather the people in the missile research team together and let everyone take a photo together, and you can hang up this medal of collective first-class merit."

"Then the first-class medal next to it is for you."

"Originally we were going to report you a second-class merit, but it said that you will launch an intercontinental missile next time anyway."

"Just be straightforward and issue the medals at once. Anyway, you are steady and the missile launch is unlikely to fail."

"So, your personal medal becomes a first-class merit medal."

"Take a look, and after you see it, go and gather people."

In the red wooden box, two medals were inlaid in velvet cloth. As Zhou Changyao spoke, the two medals seemed to be shining.

Lin Yu greedily took the two military medals in his hands, and gently stroked them with his fingers, giggling as he did so.

After stroking them for a while, he slowly put the two military medals down and asked Zhou Changyao, "Then for the next ICBM test, do you want to add fuel to the warhead?"

Zhou Changyao shook his head: "No! Just a data cabin is enough."

"The main purpose of launching this thing is to test, not to scare people."

"People who can scare will be scared regardless of whether the warhead is loaded or not."

"People who can't scare, even if you tie them to a hydrogen bomb and drop them, they will ask you why this iron lump is so heavy."

"Gather people, give out this medal, and then get ready."

"OK!" Lin Yu made an OK gesture, got up and walked out of the room, heading towards the workshop where the missile team was.

After more than half an hour, more than 600 engineers and workers of the missile research team gathered together.

Standing in front of these 600 people, Lin Yu used his hands as a trumpet and shouted to them:

"Now, everyone change into your latest work clothes and gather here."

"Line up in order of height."

"Our military medals have arrived! First-class collective merit!"

The words "first-class collective merit" instantly made the voices of these 600 people roar like thunder.

After repeated confirmation that this was not a fake, nor was it that Lin Yu was fooling people, these 600 people rushed to the dormitory.

Take out the work clothes that were just distributed two days ago, find the gel water, comb your hair into an adult look, spray the gel water on it to fix the hair.

Wash your face, scrape off the oil on your face, and apply a little blush to make yourself look better.

After doing all this, they rushed back to the workshop in groups of three or five.

While waiting, they began to discuss one by one, discussing who was the most handsome person in this workshop.

Amid their discussion, Lin Yu, in a neat military uniform, marched meticulously and came to them and stood still.

He looked at them with a smile.

After staring at them for a while, he shamelessly asked the 600 people: "Please tell me who is the most handsome man in this workshop."

As soon as this was said, the 600 people fell silent.

Most of the 600 people were boys. The oldest was no more than 45 years old, and the youngest was 24 or 25 years old.

Men in this period of time are the most conceited.

It is impossible for them to admit that a man is more handsome than them.

But the problem is that the man in front of them is their factory director.

If they don't admit that he is more handsome than them, then they will wear enough small shoes next.

So, led by a beautiful girl, they began to shout in unison.

"The factory director is the most handsome! The factory director is the most handsome in the world! The factory director is the most handsome!"

"The factory director is the most handsome! The factory director is the most handsome in the world! The factory director is the most handsome!"

"The factory director is the most handsome!"

Amid their shouts, Zhou Changyao, Fang Jianguo and others, who were dressed in formal attire, also walked slowly into the main entrance of the workshop, holding two boxes of military medals.