Chapter 895: Close the door and beat the dog to pry open the turtle shell (one chapter first)
When Engineer Zhu left the third factory, he kept saying "it was worth the trip". Solving small problems led to big problems, and big problems were discovered in the early and middle stages, which was a good thing in any case.

"It seems that Chief Engineer Gao is being modest when he says that he only treats astronomy as a side job."

He can spot major omissions in his own design at a glance, can accurately tell the value of the cosmic microwave background radiation which most people don't understand at all, and can deduce the main problems facing the system from the space environment. If you say that he is just studying miscellaneous knowledge, no matter whether others believe it or not, Engineer Zhu himself does not believe it.

Looking at the page in his hand, Zhu Gong felt that Mr. Gao was just talking nonsense, miscellaneous knowledge...

He could even tell himself immediately that he should use low-absorption and low-emission materials to ensure external temperature isolation, and use liquid circulation to even out the heat when necessary. Could it be that he had never studied related content before?
Low-absorption and low-emission materials sound mysterious, but low-end versions are very common - tinfoil, aluminum foil, etc. Of course, the ones used in space are much more advanced.

What to use specifically is something that Engineer Zhu and his colleagues have to consider. Chief Engineer Gao has already given too much, and Engineer Zhu is very satisfied.

Their arrival was also worthwhile for Gao Zhendong, as he could get a rough idea of ​​the progress of the satellite from this incident.

Maybe...it can really be used before the deadline? Gao Zhendong was somewhat looking forward to it, but it was hard to say. Satellites were one thing, and rockets were another.

Satellite... rocket... oh shit, it's almost time to send it out. Gao Zhendong looked at the chemical synthesis-related paper that he had almost completed but had been pulled out a long time ago, and began the final proofreading.

The main thing is that if there is a mistake in any of the chemical-related symbols, it will be a big trouble. As we all know, the molecular formula of organic chemistry cannot represent anything.

If one mathematical symbol is wrong, it may still be possible to solve the problem, but we don't know what the result will be. It may still be correct. If one chemical symbol is wrong, it may be completely different. The key point is that this thing is fatal.
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For Zang San, life was very difficult. The aid materials from the Americans and the Russians were still floating on the sea, but they discovered a problem: they could not use them, or could not use them in the short term.

"All our bridges leading to the Northeastern State are no longer usable." A Zang San reported in panic to the highest commander in charge of the war against the East University.

Bridges are important, but they are also fragile to some extent. For example, a flood may destroy them. As for whether there may be floods in the winter in the northern hemisphere, who knows? After all, floods will occur in the deserts of the East in a few decades.

"Repair it! It must be repaired as soon as possible." For the commanders, this piece of news was tantamount to asking for their lives. After all, the preparations for the attack on the SND area had not been completed, the personnel had not all been assembled, and the equipment and supplies had not yet arrived.

In fact, he did not consider one problem. For the Shannan area, the number of troops has reached a certain level, which actually makes little sense. As long as they do not run or exercise, the more they go, the more people will die.

The terrain couldn't be expanded at all.

However, this commander had never actually experienced war.

"We don't have the capacity to do so. The width of the river 40 kilometers east of the throat corridor and the current state of the bridges are beyond our ability to repair quickly. Experts have estimated that the fastest one will take at least half a year, and they can't even estimate the repair time for the most serious one."

The answer his subordinates gave him made him feel uneasy.

Bridges on rivers are very interesting. Although the same river may be wide or narrow as seen on the map, it is not necessarily easier to repair narrow ones than wide ones.

The runoff of a river remains almost unchanged within a certain length as long as there are no tributaries flowing into it. If the river channel becomes narrower, it often means that the flow rate of the river water will increase, which makes restoration work very difficult.

This problem becomes even more serious when the narrowest part of the river is measured in kilometers. At this time, with India's technology, it is difficult to build a suspension bridge with a span of more than one kilometer. There are piers in the water, which means that once the piers are damaged, it is difficult to repair them.

In fact, suspension bridges are not much better. Although this type of bridge has piers only at two ends, most of them are on the shore, but these two piers are more difficult to repair than those in the water.

These bridges actually have little to do with Zang San himself. They are all the legacy left by John Bull, and now the legacy is gone.

"Then repair the widest bridge!"

"It's difficult. The bridges are so badly damaged. Most of the piers are destroyed. There are things in the rubble and in the water that prevent us from repairing them. It will take a lot of time to solve this problem."

The commander sat back in his chair dejectedly, but soon he became proud again. "How many people do we have in Shannan and Northeastern Province now?"

"The Northeastern states are short of troops, and almost all of them have entered the SND area. There is about a brigade on the front line of the eastern section of Shannan, and about a battalion is on the way to reinforce them and will arrive soon. The road in this part has been cut off by the Eastern University people. They blew up a bridge in the Shannan area. They can no longer support them in the short term, but they still have sufficient supplies."

"We need to ask this part of the troops to strengthen the defense and wait for reinforcements. With more than one brigades and sufficient supplies, Lord Dong will not be able to wipe them out." The commander was very confident.

The first stage was a surprise attack. Now their vigilance has reached its peak. Under the premise of being prepared, it is absolutely impossible for the East Master to destroy our two brigades! Even one and a half is impossible.

But he seemed to have forgotten one question: how did this battalion, which was still on the way, change from a brigade to half a brigade and finally to "about a battalion".

Don't ask, the only thing you need to ask is the will of the Wet River God.

Even without air power, this amount of troops is actually just a smidgen in our eyes.

"What about the western section of Shannan?"

"The western section has assembled about three brigades and one artillery brigade on the front line, a total of 1 people. In the rear, an armored regiment has entered the SND area, equipped with Citigroup M-1000 tanks."

"Why should we send the armored regiment in? The terrain there is not suitable for the armored regiment to maneuver." Although the commander had never fought in a war, he at least understood basic common sense.

"Use it for attack! My boss. It is impossible for the Dong people to have tanks there. In some terrains, tanks can play a big role. Even if the tanks cannot launch an attack, their people with guns can deal a fatal blow to the Dong people! They will even tremble when they see our tanks." The subordinates' ideas are also very beautiful.

No one is exaggerating about Zang San's behavior. If normal people were to evaluate their actions before the war, there would only be four words to describe them: Damn, idiot!!

But at least he was right about one thing. When our soldiers saw the tanks, they would really tremble and get excited. Such a big thing, isn't it a medal of military honor?
"Okay, maybe you have a point, but what about the other troops?" The commander had never really experienced war, and was immediately convinced by the bright prospects described by his subordinates.
“The rest are just some garrison troops, which can no longer be mobilized. They must be dispersed and stay in the northeastern states to suppress the people in the northeastern states.”

"No, push everyone forward! We must let Lord Dong see our strength. We must win a beautiful victory in the western section of Shannan." The commander is well versed in the art of Soha.

The subordinate shook his head. "In fact, it is already difficult to mobilize our troops in the Northeast. The scope of our bridge damage is far more than the few bridges east of the throat corridor. The Northeast's remaining air force is simply unable to cover their mobilization. The current situation is that the rivers, mountains, and broken bridges have completely separated the troops in the Northeast. The first thing they need to consider now is the heavy local garrison mission that needs to be completed."

"Okay, three infantry brigades, one artillery brigade, and one armored regiment are enough! Let the people of Dong tremble under our artillery fire and caterpillar tracks. Prepare the helicopter. I will go to the western section of Shannan to personally command the warriors of the Wet River God and witness their victory with my own eyes."

The commander was very confident in his own arrangements. The eastern section held its ground and waited for reinforcements, while the western section took the initiative to attack. After this battle, the only stain on his resume - that he had never participated in a war - would no longer exist!
In the joint land and air command post on the eastern front of our plateau, several commanders were looking at the infrared thermal images and visible light photos in their hands. These photos were taken by the Tu-4 Special Plane at an altitude of meters. Although a little blurry, a lot of information can be seen.

"Close the gate! They have no troops to come in. Your air force is fighting too fiercely." A commander suggested with a smile, pointing to the almost last bridge of supply transportation significance after entering the SND area from the Asan Plain.

"You are just taking advantage of the enemy's weakness." Another commander laughed.

"That can't be helped. Their weakness is so obvious. Besides, they are just bullying us because we don't have supplies in the winter. It's fair to repay them."

"I just don't understand. They are trying to get into such an obvious pocket. Don't they think we can't cut off the bridge if we keep it open? We are waiting for them to enter the encirclement. What are they waiting for?"

"Maybe they think they have the advantage in supplies, equipment, and manpower. We still can't let our guard down, with so many people here."

"Of course. Strategically despise the enemy, tactically take the enemy seriously. I know this principle. Close the door and beat the dog. First pry open their turtle shells!"

At this time, Zang San had completed the reorganization from the core area, and the Shannan West Line Armored Regiment, which had passed through the "strange" corridor and entered Shannan, was winding forward along a river valley road.

(End of this chapter)