Chapter 542 BrahMos Maneuver! (Second Update!)

After encouraging the people below, Lahemi waved his hand and started this launch mission.

The attack range of the Agni III intercontinental missile is only 5,000 to 7,000 kilometers, so the target landing area they chose is in the South Indian Ocean, that is, the triangle area between the Cape of Good Hope, the Antarctic continent and Australia.

For intercontinental missile launches, the cost of the missile is secondary. The most important cost is data observation and the recovery of each missile cabin.

These require huge manpower and material costs, most of which cannot be measured by price.

Therefore, the Indians attach great importance to this launch.

The survey ship specially used for observation has arrived at the target area, floating quietly on the sea, waiting for the meteor from India.

Of course, this survey ship is not alone. There are also missile destroyers from America, ships from Australia, and fishing boats from South Africa next to it.

Everyone's ships are floating quietly on the sea. As for the purpose, they are very tacitly understood and did not point it out.

Compared with their direct expression of feelings, Huaxia was much more tactful and just quietly moved some missiles to the southwest.

Lanling.

Because the missile launch was a complete success, there was no extra public opinion to deal with, and no more tactics to arrange, so Zhou Changyao returned to Yanjing and replaced him with Lu Huaxi.

At the same time, he supervised the mass production of missiles.

The missile production line was still being adjusted, so he had no substantive work.

People who are idle will be very bored, and they will also think.

Lu Huaxi chose to give up thinking and chose to become a professional matchmaker.

"Look at this, Lu Hongjun, like you, is also a researcher. He is two years older than you, but it doesn't matter. He looks good and is considerate."

Facing the photo that Lu Huaxi took out and the occupation written on the photo, Lin Yu finally couldn't help but tilt his head and look at the old man with a white eye.

[Lu Hongjun, female, 28 years old, researcher at 807 Metal Materials Research Institute...]

Those who do material research are crazy.

Considerate?

What kind of international joke is this?

Putting the photo aside, Lin Yu said calmly:

"Old Lu, don't worry about it. Men are teenagers until they die. I always like 18 years old."

"So, if you really want to eat this matchmaker's legs, then you have to find me an 18-year-old."

The teasing words made Lu Huaxi's face twitch. He rolled his eyes and replied: "Girls are not legally married at the age of 18, but 20."

"Actually... there are not many people we can choose for you."

"If you want to meet you, at least you have to know your background. Even if you have a little messy life, we didn't find you."

"In addition, you have to pass the three-generation political review."

"If you want to do this, I can only bear the burden and expand the scope."

"Ah..."

Lu Huaxi let out a long sigh, and the photo in his hand was like a woman who came to find her relatives and was abandoned.

He looked at Lin Yu with resentment, and after a long while, he asked again:

"Why don't you take a look at this?"

He handed over another photo.

This time it was not a half-length photo, but a full-length photo.

The girl in the photo was wearing a basketball uniform, holding a basketball, grinning, with curved eyebrows and eyes, smiling very happily.

Seeing that smile, Lin Yu couldn't help but think of an animal, the silly roe deer.

That smile... was very contagious.

At this moment, his heart beat faster.

At this moment, he felt that he seemed to understand the phrase love at first sight, rather than simply summarizing it as being attracted by beauty.

Of course, he didn't mind being attracted by beauty, after all, this girl was in his aesthetic taste.

He took the photo casually and turned it to the back.

The back was the introduction of the girl, with only a few simple words.

【Lu Lin, 24 years old. 】

Looking at Lin Yu's slow movements, Lu Huaxi's eyelids twitched, and he knocked on the table calmly, drawing Lin Yu's attention to himself, and said:

"This girl is more jumpy!"

The next second, Lin Yu knocked on the table with his hand: "Let's pick her!"

"Let's meet first."

After hearing this, Lu Huaxi smiled and quickly took back the other photos, leaving only Lu Lin's photo.

Seeing his quick movements, Lin Yu couldn't help but ask: "By the way, why are the people you introduced to me not surnamed Lu or your relatives?"

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Lu seems to have several granddaughters, right?"

When asked this strange question, Lu Huaxi reached out and touched his nose, explaining:

"People who are ready to be your father-in-law can line up from here to Yanjing."

"Therefore, in order not to cause some unnecessary trouble, when we decided to introduce you to a blind date, we chose to draw lots."

"Digital lot, arrange your younger generation to have a blind date with you in the order you draw."

"Lao Zhou drew 1, I drew 2, and Fang Jianguo drew 3."

"Each person has one month to introduce their children to you. If you are still not satisfied after one month, you can only change people."

"Hehe!" With a strange laugh, Lu Huaxi walked to the side, took out his mobile phone and started calling.

A few minutes later, he returned to Lin Yu, sat down, and said with a smile:

"Xiao Lin will arrive tomorrow morning, I will make the arrangements then."

Tomorrow morning?

Hearing this time, Lin Yu frowned subconsciously. If he remembered correctly, India would launch their Agni III missile tomorrow morning on June 1.

At that time, the whole factory might be huddled in the factory, busy observing the Indian missiles, and basically no one would be free. If this girl named Lu Lin arrived tomorrow morning, she would have to take a taxi by herself.

This...

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Without much hesitation, Lin Yu still asked what was in his mind.

Lu Huaxi waved his hand and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, that girl knows her limits."

"To be honest, I was busy introducing someone to you just now. Now I want to ask, can your radar capture Indian missiles?"

After asking the question in his mind, Lu Huaxi looked at Lin Yu eagerly, wanting to get an answer from the other party.

Lin Yu on the opposite side also fell silent at this moment, and he didn't know how to answer.

The main working principle of air defense radar is to send out various types of waves, illuminate the target, and then bounce back. The receiver receives the waves and then obtains a set of data.

The computer calculates according to the pre-programmed algorithm, solves the target's trajectory, and then commands the missile to launch at the right time to intercept the target.

But all of this is based on the target and will not change the trajectory madly.

Therefore, a slight modification of the warhead of the intercontinental missile can make a secondary trajectory change, thereby getting rid of the target calculation of the air defense missile.

But all of this is child's play in front of India.

Their missiles have the world's most unique BrahMos motion system.

This system makes India's missiles full of uncertainty, but it is just like this, these damn missiles can still be launched and exploded.

The only bad point is that the target that needs to be exploded may be a little far from the explosion point.

Or, very far.

For this kind of missile that adjusts the trajectory and changes direction madly in the air, making it hard to defend, even supercomputers are powerless.

Even if the AI ​​system of later generations is introduced, it can only say that if there is Yu, why is there Liang?

"I... forget it, it's impossible to predict." Lin Yu said the current state very bluntly, and Lu Huaxi next to him couldn't help but slap his forehead with his hand.

These damn Indians.

June 1st is International Children's Day. On this day that should belong to children and mourn the children who died in World War II, the Indians did not hesitate to start the real-time broadcast of the launch site.

India in June is in the rainy season.

On the peaceful banks of the Ganges River, there are fields full of green rice. In the fields, a missile transporter with desert camouflage lies quietly.

The missile transporter looks very old. Anyway, Lin Yu thinks that the car should be the same age as himself.

Slowly, the launcher of the missile transporter was erected, and the preparations before the launch were ready.

The person who presided over this launch was Defense Minister Lahemi. He stood on the carefully arranged platform and delivered a generous speech.

The words were spoken in English, but the accent was so strange that Lin Yu could not hear a single word clearly after listening for a long time.

When Lin Yu was about to get impatient and turn off the TV, Lahemi finally shut up, and his subordinates also brought a not-so-big suitcase.

When the suitcase was opened, a remote control device came into view. There was only one button in the middle of the remote control, a huge red button that was very conspicuous.

There were two batteries next to the remote control.

Lahemi reached out and picked up the remote control, slowly installed the batteries, and then raised the remote control in his hand. Just when everyone thought he was going to be passionate again, he pressed the launch button without hesitation.

His brisk and bright action was broadcast on TV and fell into the eyes of the whole world, especially those who were neighbors with India. Everyone held their breath and lifted their hearts.

The next second...

Nothing happened, no explosion, no missile took off, and it was quiet. Only the wind on the banks of the Ganges whistled past, rolling up Lahemi's robes, making him look like a fighter.

Seeing this action, the people watching the broadcast in front of the TV held their breath and dared not even breathe.

If an intercontinental missile fails to launch, it will either explode on the spot, explode in the air, or lose contact directly.

However, there has never been a situation like the Indians pressing the launch button but there is no response.

Some people even suspect that there are no missiles in this so-called missile transporter.

Then, the person performing the action on the stage also found something wrong, and quickly retracted his hand, looking at the remote control in front of him with a puzzled face.

After a short circuit in his brain for two seconds, Lahemi grabbed the remote control in his hand and smashed it to the ground. After two or three times, he pressed the launch button again.

This time, the missile responded to his call.

Almost at the moment of pressing, the tail of the missile launcher's ammunition storage cylinder next to it sprayed flames, and then a red tip popped out of the cylinder.

Two seconds later, the thrust provided by the engine increased, pushing the missile into the air at a high speed, and then heading northwest.

Almost at the moment the missile took off, Lin Yu turned his head to look at the radar and satellite monitoring screen next to him.

In the satellite's synthetic aperture radar monitoring, a huge heat source took off from the banks of the Ganges River in India, and before it had time to climb too high, it headed northwest.

The speed was very slow, so slow that it was a bit ridiculous.

The huge light source was very conspicuous under the satellite monitoring, so conspicuous that even a blind person could see it.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, northwest...

Before he could say the words of gloating in his heart, Lin Yu quickly locked his eyes on the electronic map.

In the monitoring, the distance between this missile and the border between Pakistan and India was getting shorter and shorter.

It only took two or three minutes for this missile to cross the border.

Either it would plunge into Pakistan or Afghanistan.

Damn, these Indians.

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Just like Rheinsteel was busy with monitoring, the Indian research institute responsible for monitoring the whereabouts of the missiles was also busy.

"Who can tell me, I clearly set it to launch in the South Indian Ocean, why did it go to the northwest?"

"I found out, you still have the nerve to say that you set it to the South Indian Ocean, but this tnd data is Islamabad, Pakistan."

"Fuck, beast! I was wondering why the tmd missile didn't climb, it seems that the distance is too close, and there is no need to climb at all."

The researchers cursed while sitting in front of their posts, and a group of people adjusted the attack coordinates of the missile at the fastest speed.

Then the control mode of the missile was switched to manual operation.

In the northwest direction, the neck of the missile, which was moving at high speed in the clouds, opened several holes, and then groups of white smoke spewed out of the holes.

Under the influence of these white smoke, the missile slowly adjusted its course.

From the northwest, it became due west.

As soon as the action was adjusted, the holes that ejected white smoke stopped working.

Due west, there is an endless sea.

Although there are some ships on this sea, although this is an important waterway.

But it doesn't matter, at least it has little to do with India.

Even if there is a problem, at most one or two ships will be bombed.

The track change was successful, and the researchers were relieved, but before they could swallow all the breath, new problems came up.

The missile deviated again.

The direction that had just been adjusted changed again, and the entire missile body was slowly heading north.

However, the speed of adjustment this time was faster than the manual adjustment just now.

In just a moment, the missile changed direction, made a 180-degree turn, turned around, and aimed at the direction of India.

At this moment, India's neighbors to the north and west breathed a sigh of relief.

The neighbors to the east became worried.

Especially the countries closest to India, Bangladesh, Myanmar, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Malaysia, and Singapore.

A missile thrown by the Indians fell on them, which was a mountain of the times, a big mountain!