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Chapter 700: Chapter 480: I’m Entrusting My Son to the State!

Mid-October, as warm and clear as spring.

With the Ministry’s winter training documents issued, the atmosphere in the Kunzhi campus begins to heat up like fire.

A small playground could hardly fit the over three thousand students spreading their hands to practice, and many teams had been pulled outside, hustling like ducks on the avenue crowded with indestructible fallen leaves.

"Move faster! If you don’t want to march like ducks, be careful, or I’ll make you kneel on the ground later! One hour for each kneel!"

"What’s wrong? You want a rest in your sophomore year? Next year, as juniors, you’ll represent the school to face the Army Academy! By then, there will be no Number 1! If you don’t train well, who will go? You? You? Or you?"

Since Fang Huai returned from the Army Academy, his name had echoed throughout the school.

However, it wasn’t related to his grand plan.

It was because of his physical ability, outperforming the People’s Armed Police and the People’s Liberation Army! And he had set our record in their own sports field!

Regional record!

I heard he even defeated their combat masters from the People’s Armed Police!

Truly an awesome character.

Not only the students, but even the leaders of the squadrons, are full of admiration. It’s no surprise that the name "Number 1" will be enough to PUA everyone throughout the entire winter training on the training field.

The leaders standing not far away took in the fiery scene enveloping the entire playground.

Number 1, whose name resounded across the playground, was also seated here humbly.

However, the topic of conversation was unrelated to training.

"Little Fang, do you think that control radar, early warning, and integrated attack and control function concept can really be realized?"

In the past few days, Dean Chen from the Army Academy had carefully studied the system information, and he was full of aspiration for the technological prospects contained within.

Of course, he also had doubts.

"A slender blue whale cannot withstand the robust hunter," Fang Huai sighed, then chuckled, "It’s not about whether it can be realized, but that it must be realized. If our country can operate a powerful system’s automation control to automatically detect and strike against illegal intruders, then the South Sea airspace incidents will not happen again. Any foreign military aircraft that come close to us will have to think twice. If they enter illegally, what they will face is a cold and emotionless machine, no one will warn them repeatedly, invasion means destruction. Don’t ask us why we shot them down, because China’s airspace only has tough rules."

That speech stirred a sigh among the leadership.

This young man was a hawkish figure.

But how many of the moderates and centrists had the South Sea incident turned into hawks?

The day in 2001 was enshrined by Chinese service members as "The Fools’ Day Shame."

The US Military’s EP-3E electronic surveillance aircraft, which was strutting around the Middle East, ignored multiple warnings and entered the airspace over the South China Sea as if it were no man’s land.

After Hero Wang Wei collided with them, forcing their landing, they shamelessly demanded that our military not touch their plane loaded with secret technology and that they would send their experts to repair the plane and fly it back to the United States.

Moreover, they refused to acknowledge the plane’s incursion, demanded we refuel their military aircraft without any compensation, only offering to pay for the meals of the 24 crew members.

34,567.89 US dollars.

A mockingly trivial amount.

This series of actions undoubtedly slapped the faces of three million active-duty Chinese military personnel.

Of course, we were not pushovers. We immediately detained all 24 US Military pilots and technicians separately, preventing their "rescue operations," and specialists from all around the country flocked to Lingshui Airport in Hainan within a day to dismantle that plane, laden with radar electronic technology we needed, down to its mitochondria.

When the United States panicked and continuously demanded that we don’t understand their plane and agreed to apologize, our Foreign Ministry’s old foxes repeatedly rejected their letters of apology. They wrote six apology letters to our country, dragging it out for nearly two weeks before we agreed to let their experts and crew retrieval aircraft come over.

The result was quite embarrassing for them. When we tried to reassemble the plane we had dissected for study, some precision parts just couldn’t fit back in.

So we left it as it was.

The American experts who came to check the aircraft were furious: "Didn’t we say not to disassemble it, just refuel it, and let it fly back?"

We chuckled: "You only paid for the meals, right? You didn’t pay for the fuel, so why should we refuel it for you? We already helped you dismantle it and will transport it to the port for free. As for the surveillance plane, you can send your own ship to haul it back." freēwebnovel.com

In the end, the Americans had to rent 10 Antonov An-124 transport aircraft from Russia to take it apart and haul it back.

This incident opened the window for our country to the overall design of advanced electronic reconnaissance aircraft and communication radio technology, yet the shame was still fermenting in the hearts of Chinese soldiers.

So much so that now, what Dean Chen was most concerned about was also related to that technological concept.

Fang Huai’s words had indeed brought back painful memories for everyone.

As well as an uplift.

According to Little Fang’s conception, when this system is fully functional, China’s airspace and territorial waters will be like an invisible net, forming a seamless whole, allowing no trespass.

To be part of this, how glorious they felt.

All three institute leaders couldn’t help but stand tall and shake their bodies.

At that moment, Minister Lv suddenly raised his hand, pointing into the distance, and laughed:

"Here it comes!"

A brown Volkswagen slowly drove into view, and Fang Huai waved his hand towards the car, pointing to the open space next to the Administration building. Only then did the car find its spot to park.

Fang Kaiyang stepped out of the car’s backseat, spirited and vigorous, a stark contrast to the father Fang Huai remembered painfully from his past life, who was plagued by stomach illnesses and epidemics. However, he was still donned in a washed-out camouflage uniform.