After President Peng finished speaking, he left the headquarters in the rain and had to go back for a meeting in the afternoon.

Mr. Chen hasn't come back yet, so Yang Xiaotao is the only one in the headquarters in the afternoon.

Yang Xiaotao has no objection to this. These two are originally "busy people", and it is very rare to be able to sit in charge of the machinery factory.

Just when Yang Xiaotao was about to go to the cafeteria to eat, Wu Zhe walked in with two lunch boxes.

Yang Xiaotao knew what it meant at a glance.

"Okay, I don't need to go out now."

He took the lunch box and opened it. There were two steamed buns, one braised pork, and one stir-fried cabbage.

Wu Zhe also had the same meal. After sitting down, he said, "Let's talk about something while eating."

Yang Xiaotao signaled that he could just say it, but Wu Zhe was also unequivocal.

"Mr. Yang, the manufacturing of this hardware is on track. I see that all factories have started to take action."

"But, as for the aircraft software, I think you have a lot of ideas."

"Especially the operating system, we still use it copied from the alliance, and there is no suitable radar."

Wu Zhe briefly explained the situation, and Yang Xiaotao immediately frowned.

The operating system is copied from the alliance, so there is nothing to say.

After all, domestic experience in this area is mature, and pilots have adapted to it. If the operating system is changed to another operating system, it is estimated that it will take half a year just to adapt, and at least one year to form combat effectiveness.

But this radar...

Yang Xiaotao didn't understand, especially the fire control radar, which is a must-have for future aircraft.

Especially the emergence of missiles, the future of beyond-visual-range combat in the sky.

We can't let fighter jets come up and fight for bullets like before.

"Old Wu, what's going on with this radar? Isn't there anyone who can make it?"

Wu Zhe smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Yang, this, this fire control radar, domestic research in this area started late. Many of the ones used today are supported by the alliance. Not to mention old, most of them are ground radars."

"There are no more on the plane."

"The aircraft manufactured by our aircraft factory do not have this equipment..."

Wu Zhe talked about all the problems he faced.

Yang Xiaotao listened on the sidelines, constantly inserting the chopsticks into the braised pork inside, and then sighed deeply.

"Does the alliance have supporting aircraft radar?"

Wu Zhe shook his head, "I haven't heard of it yet."

"Then, can we urgently research one?"

"I'm afraid it's too bad. Their own radar is very rough, and they still treat it as a treasure and refuse to give it to us."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless. The "silly, big, black and rough" people in the alliance were indeed not suitable for such delicate work.

"By the way, are there any fire control radars in the wreckage sent last time?"

Wu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then thought of something, "Old Wang has always been responsible for this. I'll call him over."

Wu Zhe didn't care about eating and was about to call someone, but Yang Xiaotao grabbed him and shouted to the guard at the door, "Xiao Wang, please call Comrade Wang Xushan."

"yes!"

The guard ran out quickly, and Yang Xiaotao continued to ask, "If there is a radar, will it affect the operating system?"

This is also what Yang Xiaotao is worried about.

Wu Zhe nodded after hearing this, "The impact is certain."

"Now that we don't have a suitable radar, we can only use a range finder to see if the distance is close, and then shoot out the missile."

"If radar replaces the range finder, our pilots may not be able to master it."

"Especially the experienced pilots."

Hearing what Wu Zhe said, Yang Xiaotao became hesitant again, wondering whether he should choose to use radar.

While the two of them were waiting, Wang Xushan ran in from outside, patted the rain off his body, and even lifted up his clothes and wiped it on his face.

"Mr. Yang, please find me."

"Old Wang, have you eaten?"

"have eaten!"

Wang Xushan walked aside and sat down, Wu Zhe handed over the cup of water, and Yang Xiaotao took out a cigarette.

"Lao Wang, Director Wu and I were talking about the radar here. What do you think?"

Wang Xushan didn't expect that Yang Xiaotao would ask him about this matter, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

"Mr. Yang, as you know, I don't know much about radar."

"I know."

Yang Xiaotao could tell that Wang Xushan was telling the truth, so he asked again, "Were you responsible for sorting out the wreckage of the plane a while ago?"

"Is there any radar or anything like that in there?"

When Yang Xiaotao said this, Wang Xushan became energetic.

"Yes, yes."

"And there are a lot of them. We have sorted them out and put them in the warehouse."

"Walk!"

Yang Xiaotao stood up holding a cigarette, and then the three of them hurried to the warehouse.

After arriving at the warehouse, I saw the cleaned parts neatly arranged one after another, many of them even covered with dust-proof cloths.

"here."

Wang Xushan walked to a corner and said, "Mr. Yang, this is a relatively intact radar that we found after screening."

Yang Xiaotao stepped forward and took a look. Overall, it was not very big. It should have been specially developed for aircraft.

Moreover, the books he read about radar during this period also gave him an understanding of these things on the ground.

At the very least, he knows more than Wu Zhe and Wang Xushan.

"How many?"

"We found a total of twelve better ones, and all the comrades tried them, but none of them worked."

"We also asked our electrician comrades to come and take a look. They were all soaked in water and the lines couldn't be connected. It was of no use."

Wang Xushan felt a pity on his face when he saw that the good things all over the floor were useless.

"There are still a bunch of scrap parts, all over there."

As Wang Xushan said, Yang Xiaotao looked over there, and then asked, "Does anyone understand this stuff?"

Wu Zhe shook his head, "There are a few in Shengjing, but they can only use it."

"Our pilots use range-finding radars. It is estimated that not many of them will be able to use such 'advanced' gadgets."

"There are no people I brought this time either."

Yang Xiaotao looked at Wang Xushan again.

The latter scratched his head and said, "Mr. Yang, when we came back from studying abroad, this thing hadn't come out yet."

Hearing what the two people said, Yang Xiaotao knew that there was no hope.

"By the way, what about the two big guys? Do they have them?"

Yang Xiaotao asked hurriedly, thinking of the XB70 bomber that was the focus of research.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Mr. Yang, the two racks combined are less than half of the total. The equipment inside is seriously damaged and most of the equipment is useless."

"We didn't find the radar system you mentioned."

"Maybe it's damaged."

As Wang Xushan said, Yang Xiaotao walked to a radar that looked intact and looked at it for a while.

As a result, the entire part was stained with rust, some parts were missing a piece, and there were also signs of fire.

Looking at them one by one, they are almost the same.

Finally, when he came to one that looked relatively intact, Yang Xiaotao touched it gently, and then started to fiddle with it.

The two people behind him stood watching Yang Xiaotao twisting the screws with his bare hands without daring to say anything. Mr. Yang was very energetic.

Anyone would need a bunch of tools to disassemble a machine, but when it came to Mr. Yang, he only used two fingers.

After a while, Yang Xiaotao removed the outer cover and looked at the circuit inside, as well as some torn wires.
To be continued...