Chapter 124 Operation Dongfanghong starts
BG said today is a very good day because December 24th is Christmas Eve, which sounds like a good omen. If you go out on Christmas Eve, how can you not come back safely?
"Teacher, bless me." Banxia clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and silently prayed, "Please bless me to return safely."
He opened his eyes, pulled out his pocket watch, and checked the time.
6:30 pm.
She was waiting. The official action time was seven o'clock in the evening. There were still thirty minutes before seven o'clock. She could take this opportunity to check her equipment for the last time.
Unlike previous trips, this trip to the First Base or the Second Base required simple equipment and light travel. She wore long pants, a sweater, a jacket and carrying gear. In her backpack were a water bag, dry food, a map, a raincoat and medicine. Her only weapons for self-defense were a pistol and a dagger. The weight of a complete set of equipment could be controlled within three kilograms, making it convenient for Banxia to run long distances, climb and squeeze through narrow gaps. BG reminded her that in this operation, the first thing to do was to hide, to sneak throughout the whole process, and not to be reckless. It was better to be slow and steady.
Nanjing is a big enough city that it is easy to hide a little girl.
The girl tied her hair up in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror looked haggard, thinner, and had dark circles under her eyes. It was probably because of the recent work pressure and the constant fear. She never knew when that big eye would suddenly appear outside the window. Life was really hard. Banxia bent over, pulled up her lower eyelids in front of the mirror, stuck out her tongue and made faces. She could clearly see the bloodshot in her eyes.
Banxia sighed softly.
She washed her face with cold water to clear her mind, then leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.
There are still thirty minutes until action.
Now let's go back twenty years.
Back to December 24, 2019 at 6:30 pm.
The huge support team has all entered a state of combat readiness, with Zhao Bowen in charge of the command center.
"This is 03. Attention all units. We are now conducting the final self-check of the program before the plan. Over."
"Group One reporting in, the Zheng Lun telemetry satellite is entering a one-minute countdown for its final flyby over the target before its operation. The data transmission link is normal. The Purple Mountain Communication Center is distributing data, and Guizhou and Beijing have dual redundant backups. Over."
"Group Two reports that the three-step process drill for the entire work has been completed, and the disaster recovery backup test is normal. Completed."
"Group three reporting in, the firewall has been repaired, the security engineering team is on standby, over."
"This is 02. All units, please note that the countdown to action is thirty minutes. Over."
"This is 01. All units, attention. Countdown to action is thirty minutes. Over."
Before the operation begins, the synthetic aperture radar telemetry satellite will pass over Nanjing for the last time to illuminate the way forward for the girl. This is also the latest and last batch of intelligence that the command can obtain before the plan is launched. Once the operation begins, Banxia will remove the handheld radio on the Yagi antenna and switch the data link of the Icom725 amateur radio station to the remote call control system. They will lose contact with the relay satellite.
"The Zheng Lun telemetry satellite enters the 30-second countdown for its final flyby over the target before taking action."
"Ten seconds countdown."
"Five seconds."
"Three seconds."
The satellite control center is counting down.
After the countdown returned to zero, the hall fell silent. To modern people, the satellite was actually operating in a black box.
A black box built by time that can isolate everything.
In another world, in orbit hundreds of kilometers above the ground, it unfolded a ten-meter-long synthetic aperture radar antenna and quietly scanned the Qinhuai District of Nanjing.
The scanning data is simultaneously transmitted to the relay satellite, which filters and compresses it before sending it to the Icom725 amateur radio station. It completes the time-space travel at the radio station, and then enters the Purple Mountain Communication Center through optical fiber from Bai Yang's bedroom. The Purple Mountain Communication Center completes the data distribution, and the two data centers in Guizhou and Beijing have off-site disaster recovery backups. The computer group responsible for processing the images and image interpretation experts are on standby at Zhejiang University.
With Nanjing as the center, this is a large network that radiates across the entire country, from Nanjing to Guizhou to Beijing to Hangzhou. Each link is arduous, but each step is transmitted at the speed of light. Data travels through the optical fiber at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. From Nanjing to Hangzhou, which is nearly 300 kilometers, communication data can run a round trip in 0.002 seconds.
"This is 02. All units, attention. Twenty minutes left for the operation. Over."
"This is 01. All units, attention. Twenty minutes left for the operation. Over."
"This is 03, telemetry received? Over."
"Satellite telemetry data being received, over."
Zhao Bowen stood beside the coffee table with a walkie-talkie in his hand. Bai Zhen and Wang Ning sat on the sofa, one on the left and one on the right. One was monitoring the electromagnetic environment and spectrum data, and the other was monitoring the server.
"Is Yangyang ready?" Old Zhao turned his head and asked.
Lian Qiao leaned against the door frame of Bai Yang's bedroom and raised her hand to make an OK gesture.
Bai Yang sat in the room, wearing headphones around his neck, holding a Morse code practice coin in his hand, tapping the table again and again. The command center was in a state of panic, which made him nervous. Bai Yang was a person who was easily affected by the atmosphere. He rubbed his eyes hard, and his face showed a tired look that was hard to hide.
"Are you okay?" Lian Qiao asked.
"It's OK." Bai Yang said, "It's just that the string has been stretched too tight. The pressure is a bit too much. I can't sleep at night."
"Can I give you a pinch?"
"No, spare me, Sister Qiao. I really can't handle your Nine Yin White Bone Claw." Bai Yang quickly refused, "You're pinching me like a chicken."
“There’s no such thing as a massage without pain.”
"They all hurt, but some are massages, and some are torture." Bai Yang leaned back in his chair and raised his head, saying slowly, "My spirit has already suffered great torture, so please don't torture me physically."
"Would you like to take some melatonin?" Lian Qiao asked, "Take some melatonin to help you sleep."
Bai Yang shook his head.
There were sounds coming one after another in the living room.
"Purple Mountain Communications Center, telemetry data received!"
"Data recovery in progress!"
"Analyzing and interpreting! Analyzing and interpreting!"
"This is 02. All units, attention. Countdown to action in ten minutes. Over."
"This is 01. All units, attention. Countdown to action in ten minutes. Over."
Zhao Bowen's palms were sweating.
Every second counts.
"Attention all units, the countdown to action is five minutes, over."
"Telemetry images are being interpreted!"
"Interpreting!"
"Interpreting!"
Old Zhao didn't say anything. He was waiting for the results, waiting for the image interpretation expert team to send back the results. He wanted to know where that damn big eye was at this moment twenty years later.
"Attention all units, the countdown to action is three minutes, over."
"Data link switching preparation, countdown synchronization, completed."
“Found it!”
Old Zhao suddenly shuddered.
"We found it! This is the telemetry data analysis team! Command, we found it! Now reporting its location! Time coordinates: 18:41 on December 24, 2040; space coordinates: 118.7915° east longitude, 32.0470° north latitude. It's on the roof of the Xinbai building!"
Twenty years later.
The girl who was leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed opened her eyes, turned on her pocket watch to check the time. It was 6:55 in the afternoon. The time had come. She turned and entered the room, unplugged all the wires from the microphone jack of the 725 radio station, connected the repeater, switched the communication link to the remote communication system, and finally climbed to the roof and removed the radio from the Yagi antenna.
The last time I looked at the time, it was exactly seven o'clock.
"BG4MXH, this is BG4MSR, can you hear me?" Banxia spoke into the radio.
"Received. This is BG4MXH. I'm here to inform you of the exact location of Big Eyes as of now. It's on the roof of the Xinbai Building at Xinjiekou. We suggest you take Route 2 and head to the First Base, avoiding the area around Xinjiekou. OVER."
"good."
Banxia squatted down and tapped Uncle Huang on the forehead with a smile.
"Uncle Huang, I'm going out. You have to look after the house."
After that, she stood up and said goodbye to her parents:
"Mom and Dad, I'm going out now. I may not be back tonight. Please take care of Huang... Never mind, he can take care of himself."
(End of this chapter)
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