Chapter 116 I Want to Touch Miss Qiu
At the regular meeting the next day, Lao Zhao's proposal was rejected.
Although Big Eyes left a deep psychological trauma on everyone attending the meeting, the leadership team still maintained the highest level of caution in deciding to launch the attack.
Active attack is the only solution. Retrieving the data inside the first base or the second base is the primary goal of the Dongfanghong Project. A hasty battle with Big Eyes will undoubtedly put Banxia in an extremely dangerous situation. This is contrary to the first premise of the plan, "first ensure the personal safety of BG4MSR." The risk would be too great to be acceptable, so at the regular meeting, Zhao Bowen's radical strategy was rejected.
Afterwards, Old Zhao thought about it and felt that it was right and he was just too carried away.
Mainly because of the big eyes, he was scared. After all, the control of nuclear weapons was not in Lao Zhao's hands. If Zhao Bowen had the launch button in his hand, he would definitely press the Foshan Invisible Hand.
"If we don't use nuclear bombs now, then when will we use them?"
Bai Zhen pulled out a document from the pile of documents on the desk, squinted his eyes and took a look. It was Nanjing City Power Generation, a green-headed document.
The telegram came from the city, and the sending unit was the Municipal Party Committee Office. It was an urgent telegram with the confidential stamp of the Office. Bai Zhen glanced at the title:
"Notice on the convening of the fifth meeting of the Nanjing Amateur Radio First Emergency Working Group... How did this get to us?"
Bai Zhen shook his head. He didn't bother to care why it was sent to the headquarters. Since it was sent here, it had to be stamped. So Lao Bai picked up the stamp on the coffee table and with a "click", he stamped a red circle on the document.
Read!
Bai Zhen and Wang Ning had clear division of labor in the command center. Bai Zhen was responsible for handling various documents and materials of unknown origin. These things came in every day, including both clear and secret telegrams, and Bai Zhen was stamping them all day long.
"Think about it, Old White. That's a nuclear bomb. A nuclear bomb! It's not fun." Wang Ning sat opposite him, holding up a large printed photo and looking at it against the light. "A nuclear bomb can flatten an entire city. If a nuclear bomb is really used, how can the girl's life be guaranteed? How can we guarantee that she won't be injured by mistake?"
The photo shows the first telemetry image they received last night, which is an aerial view of the Meihua Villa community twenty years later.
They were finally able to put the big eye on the coffee table and observe it carefully - everyone knew that the thing had to be as high as two or three stories, but in the photo it was only a few centimeters long. Saying that it looked like a spider or an octopus was a very vivid metaphor. The big eye was a black round ball with six long legs. Apart from that, no other features could be seen, and it was difficult to tell whether it was a living thing or a machine.
When the telemetry satellite captured it, it was flying over the roof of a residential building in Meihua Villa. Synthetic aperture radar is not good at capturing dynamic targets, so the image was blurry.
"Nowadays, the equivalent of nuclear bombs can be controlled, you know." Bai Zhen said, "Control the equivalent to a smaller level and make a tactical-level nuclear bomb."
"There's radiation and radioactive contamination. What should we do?" Wang Ning said. "This thing is so troublesome to use. Don't let it hurt our own people."
"Without nuclear bombs, can other weapons be effective?"
Bai Zhen asked.
"That depends on our understanding of it." Zhao Bowen stroked his chin and cheeks, standing behind the coffee table. He was facing a larger photo, which was projected onto the screen by a projector. It was still the big eye that the telemetry satellite had taken last night. "Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we win every battle..."
He pointed at the big black spider on the curtain and said, "We still know too little about this thing."
"Where are your expert teams? The ones from Tsinghua, Peking University, Zhejiang University, and the Chinese Academy of Sciences." Bai Zhen continued to stamp his seals. "As soon as this picture came out, they had to do a pixel-level analysis overnight. Did they figure out anything?"
"No." Zhao Bowen answered straightforwardly, "We don't even know whether this thing is alive or dead."
"I think it's alive. Didn't you hear what that girl said? This thing can actually speak human language!" Wang Ning shook the picture in his hand, and the plastic-wrapped A4 paper rustled. "Don't be fooled by its unintelligent appearance. It's very good at learning foreign languages."
"Just because it can talk doesn't necessarily mean it's alive. Look at this..." Old White turned his head and shouted at the refrigerator, "Licking Elf! Licking Elf!"
"Hello!"
"Did you see that?" Bai Zhen pointed with his finger. "Just because something can talk doesn't necessarily mean it's alive."
"For this kind of alien, we may not be able to define life in a conventional way. It may be a machine or a biological being, but it may not be both. Transformers are also called silicon-based life." Zhao Bowen sat down and casually pushed aside all the photos on the coffee table. "It can speak human language, which means it has a strong learning ability and can learn a language in a short time..."
As he spoke, he shook his head again.
"It's useless to say all this. If we want to kill it, we just need to know what it is made of. If it is flesh and blood, we can kill it with a bomb. If it is electronic machinery, we can paralyze it with an electromagnetic pulse! Whether it is flesh and blood or electronic machinery, we can send it to the sky with a nuclear bomb!"
When it comes to his stance towards Big Eyes, Zhao Bowen is a staunch hawk.
The leadership group criticized Zhao Bowen for his left-wing adventurism, saying that he overemphasized the elimination of the big eyes and ignored the real purpose of the plan.
But Lao Zhao disagrees. He believes that it is only a matter of time before Big Eyes is eliminated.
What is the purpose of obtaining the data and information inside the first and second bases? Isn't it to destroy Big Eyes? Destroying Big Eyes is the ultimate goal.
Unfortunately, the leadership group is not a one-man show led by Lao Zhao. His opinion does not count. Moreover, when it comes to such a life-threatening decision as the use of nuclear weapons, everyone believes that being highly cautious and not making decisions lightly is the responsible attitude and approach. To put it nicely, it is called caution, and to put it bluntly, it is called hesitation. However, hesitation is inevitable. Now that the nuclear bomb is there, whether it needs to be used, when to use it, and how to use it are all unresolved issues.
Only after they actually got this thing did they realize... there were more problems to be faced after getting it than just thinking about it. Getting it out of the nuclear arsenal after overcoming numerous difficulties was just the beginning. This thing was a hot potato, and keeping it in hand for one more day would be a hassle, so the leadership team thought of using it if needed, and returning it as soon as possible if not needed - of course it would be best if it was not used.
But today there is no one in the world who has real experience in nuclear war. The crew of the B29 bomber that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima has all died. The last crew member died five years ago and went to see his God.
So Lao Zhao has no one to learn from.
"Where is Miss Qiu now?" Bai Zhen asked, "Old Zhao, can I go touch Miss Qiu? I haven't touched the real one yet."
"I want to touch it, too." Wang Ning said, "But there will be radiation, right?"
"Think about the balls," Lao Zhao said. "I don't even know where they are. I can't even touch them. I can't even see them. None of us can see them."
"Oh, what a pity." Old White sighed, "I thought it could be delivered to our living room."
"What are you sending here for?" Zhao Bowen asked.
Bai Zhen shook the seal in his hand and said, "Let's stamp it on the butt."
Old White felt a little regretful. He had always hoped to meet a girl like Miss Qiu, who was uranium 235. Just imagine, such a huge nuclear bomb, a huge thing, magnificent, standing in the middle of your living room, staring at you every day, how magnificent!
(It was much later that he realized that Miss Qiu was actually only the size of a basketball, neither huge nor majestic.)
(End of this chapter)
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