Chapter 36 Communication Restored, Central Government Shocked
The blizzard finally stopped early the next morning.
The long-awaited sun jumped out from the horizon, illuminating the entire Gobi Desert in a silvery white, so bright it hurt the eyes.
Although the spy was caught and electricity was restored, there was still a big problem that hadn't been solved.
communication.
The main communication antenna, which stood at the highest point of the base, was snapped in half by the strong winds last night.
This thing is the base's ears; without it, the base is still deaf and mute, unable to report everything that happens here to the capital.
"What should we do now?"
The communications squad leader looked at the pile of twisted scrap metal and was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.
"This antenna is made of a special alloy, and we don't have any spare parts here."
"To get it fixed, we have to wait for the transport truck to deliver a new one, which will take at least half a month."
Half a month?
Commander Zhang's face turned green upon hearing this.
"Half a month? The daylily will be too cold by then!"
"Yesterday we produced wheat with a yield of 3,000 jin per mu, super fuel, and even an artificial sun!"
"Such great news! If I kept it inside for half a month, I'd definitely suffer internal injuries!"
Commander Zhang was pacing around in the snow with his hands behind his back, he was in a real hurry.
Just then.
Lin Jianguo strolled over, carrying Zhao Di in his arms.
Zhao Di had just woken up and was full of energy. She was holding half of a steamed bun that she hadn't finished eating yesterday, and she was looking around while munching on it.
"Grandpa, are you looking at that broken big stick?"
Zhao Di pointed to the antenna wreckage on the ground and asked in her childish voice.
Commander Zhang sighed, smiled wryly, and patted Zhao Di's head.
"Yes, the big stick broke, so Grandpa can't call his great-grandfather upstairs anymore."
"I can't tell them how amazing Zhao Di is."
Zhao Di blinked and swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth.
She asked the system in her mind, "Uncle, can that stick be fixed?"
The system is in a good mood right now. It just finished dealing with the spies last night and spent the whole night looking at nuclear fusion data. It's currently at its "peak performance".
[Tch, why bother fixing that junk?]
That antenna technology is too outdated; the signal is weak, and its anti-interference capability is poor.
[Host, since we're going to fix it, let's fix it properly.]
See that pile of clothes-drying wire over there?
Go to the warehouse and find a few more metal frames.
This system teaches you how to build a "phased array radar antenna"!
Although it's a basic version, it's more than enough for making a phone call.
Zhao Di didn't understand what a phased array was, but she did understand "clothes rack".
"Grandpa! I have a way!"
Zhao Di jumped down from Lin Jianguo's arms and stuffed the remaining steamed buns into her pocket.
Let's make a clothes rack!
"A clothes rack can make phone calls!"
The engineers and communications soldiers present were stunned.
Clothes rack? Make a phone call?
What does this have to do with anything?
"Zhaodi, stop messing around. This is high-tech, not for airing out blankets." The communications squad leader was both amused and exasperated.
But Commander Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up.
He now has an almost superstitious trust in Zhao Di.
Let alone clothes racks, even if Zhao Di claimed that a chopstick could reach the heavens, he would dare to send someone to try it!
"Listen to Zhao Di!"
"Go! Find the wire! Find the frame!"
"Whatever Zhao Di says, we'll do!"
Thus, an extremely absurd scene unfolded on the open ground of Base 091.
A group of top communications experts, under the direction of a three-year-old girl, bent a pile of wires into strange geometric shapes.
Some look like mosquito coils, some like squares, and some like a big pot lid.
Then these wire meshes were hung on a wooden frame at a specific angle.
Looking at it... it does indeed resemble a large clothes rack, but it's the kind of messy, aesthetically unappealing clothes rack.
"Will this... will this work?"
The communications squad leader looked at this ugly "work of art" and felt uneasy.
If this thing had a signal, he would have eaten the pliers in his hand!
Zhao Di, however, was very satisfied.
She circled the frame twice, and under the system's guidance, she reached out and adjusted the angle of some of the wires.
"Okay!"
"Connect that wire!"
Zhao Di pointed to the cable connected to the telegraph machine.
The communications squad leader reluctantly connected the wire.
"Sizzle—"
The moment the connection was made.
The loudspeaker in the communications room suddenly went off.
The original hissing sound disappeared, replaced by an incredibly clear electrical sound.
"This is the capital! This is the capital!"
"Base 091! Respond if you hear me!"
"You've been out of contact for 24 hours! What happened?!"
The voice was so clear, it was as if the person was speaking right next to my ear!
It's even clearer than the old big antenna!
"It's connected?! It's really connected?!"
The pliers in the communications squad leader's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
Looking at the clothes rack swaying in the wind, he felt that he had wasted his life's education.
This works?!
Commander Zhang was so excited that he grabbed the microphone, his hands trembling.
"I am Zhang Aiguo! I am Zhang Aiguo!"
"Commander! We're alright! We're perfectly fine!"
On the other end of the phone came the old leader's anxious yet authoritative voice.
"Old Zhang! What's the situation over there? Has the blizzard stopped? Do you have enough supplies?"
Commander Zhang took a deep breath.
He glanced at Zhao Di, who was standing beside him eating a steamed bun, then at the golden stubble field in the distance, and at the still-glowing laboratory.
An unprecedented surge of heroic spirit burst forth from his chest.
"Sir, please sit tight."
"I have a few things to report."
"First, we've produced wheat that yields 3,000 jin per mu, so we won't have to buy grain from our big brother anymore!"
"Secondly, we have synthesized a super fuel, which will at least double the range of our missiles!"
"Third... we've created an artificial mini-sun, which is a controlled nuclear fusion battery!"
There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.
Five whole minutes passed without a sound.
If it weren't for the faint breathing sounds, Commander Zhang would have thought the signal had been lost again.
"Old Zhang..."
Finally, the old commander's voice came through, trembling with a hint of doubt.
Are you so cold you've lost your senses?
"Are you still telling me a science fiction story?"
"A yield of 3,000 jin per mu? Nuclear fusion? Do you even know what you're talking about?"
Commander Zhang chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of Versailles.
"Sir, I am perfectly sober."
"I haven't written any novels either."
"These are all true, absolutely true."
"Because... a treasure has arrived at our base."
"A little tyrant who can poke a hole in the sky and then patch it up!"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Finally, the old commander's voice became extremely serious, even tinged with a sob.
"Old Zhang, protect her."
"Protect her at all costs."
"If this is true... then the Chinese nation will truly stand tall this time!"
After hanging up the phone, Commander Zhang felt completely exhausted and slumped back in his chair.
But the smile on his face was even brighter than the sun outside.
He looked at Zhao Di, who was playing a clapping game with Lin Jianguo.
I silently said to myself:
"Girl, thank you."
"Your move has truly illuminated our sky."
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