newbobooks Chapter 273 What does it have to do with me?
Chapter 273 What does it have to do with me?
Just when Bai Xi left Hongqi Village and returned to the Magic City.
6000 kilometers away there was a sea of fire.
There was an explosion of "Boom!"
The tanks in the camp were blazing with flames.
The turret was slightly raised, and smoke was billowing out.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Get some cover! Hide! It's that thing again! Spread out!"
"Shoot! Shoot!"
The crackling sound of gunfire shattered the originally quiet night.
However, all the bullets were just to give them a little courage. After all, compared to waiting for the judgment of fate, at least shooting into the sky could make them feel less helpless.
Like several recent attacks, it was short, sudden, and violent.
After three explosions, after destroying an M1A2 main battle tank, a Humvee, and an unlucky guy, the undetectable attacker took off into the air with the humming sound of propellers and finally disappeared into the night.
This is the third time in six days!
These sons of bitches!
Someone yelled at the sentry: "Are you fucking blind? Why didn't you give us an early warning?"
The sentry roared back even louder, "Why don't you try it yourself? Such a small thing, flying at 80 kilometers per hour, coming from the night sky! I only saw it five seconds before you did, and that's why I shouted!"
The new warfare model obviously confused these soldiers.
Of the three attacks, the first was the largest, occurred at multiple locations, and took place during the day.
But soon the enemy seemed to have learned from their experience and switched to night time, making the damn drone even harder to detect and the only way to identify it was by hearing.
Even a single soldier's infrared device can only detect these small electrical devices 150 meters in advance, which is not as good as the ears.
They even specifically choose the late night when they are fast asleep, which makes it impossible to guard against!
If both sides were modern armies with powerful firepower, no one would be stupid enough to set up camp, build bases, and construct barracks on the front line.
It's courting death.
All soldiers should hide in trenches, ruins, and even underground bunkers.
But the problem is that they are used to bullying the Afghans. It has been an unequal war for the past ten years, and the other side has no decent firepower.
In addition, they have to consider the living conditions of the soldiers and have to hold parties from time to time. The US military is deployed here in fixed camps and relies on camps to divide spheres of influence.
This gives the "new style of play" the best space to play.
It seemed that they realized that bombing equipment was more important than bombing people, and the targets of subsequent attacks were all expensive US military equipment.
Even a tank's top armor can't withstand the blow of several kilograms of high explosives. The number of M1A2s scrapped in the past few days is more than the total number in the previous three years.
The loss is heavy.
"I hope 'Youlang' can gain something. This feeling is terrible!"
At about the same time, outside a cave a few kilometers away, several Afghans in traditional costumes were operating a drone.
They were not far from the US military camp. After all, the control range and endurance range of civilian-grade drones were limited, so they set out in the dark to arrive nearby, and left in the dark after the attack.
Similarly, they have their own people who modified the "Qingluan-02", including cameras, bomb launchers and other components. It is not very sophisticated, but it is sturdy and durable.
And after successful attacks time and time again, we have accumulated more transformation experience, and perhaps we will become stronger and stronger in the future.
Just as the three drones returned and they were about to take them back, one of the operators suddenly fell to the ground, blood splattering.
Then came the faint sound of gunfire.
"There are snipers!"
"There's an ambush! Run!"
After all, the US military is stronger and has more manpower. After being harassed for several days, the squatting counterattack finally achieved results.
Some locals shouted, "No! The drone must be recovered!"
It's so hard to get these things...
After paying the price of two lives, the drone was finally recovered, but the remote control was forced to stay in place. They quickly evacuated and hid in the mountains.
A few minutes later, a team of US troops arrived here, fired a few more shots at the corpse, and after eliminating the danger, picked up the remote control on the ground.
"Is this it?"
A soldier stepped forward and said, "Yes, this is Qingluan's remote control. The original interface is only in Chinese, but you can flash a translation pack..."
It's a bit of a pity that I didn't get any hard evidence...
But it was finally confirmed what had attacked them.
A civilian product has already cost them several expensive tanks, various precision equipment, and even casualties.
"Take it back and have it analyzed by the technicians..."
"Are you still chasing those who ran away?"
"How can we chase him once he's in the mountains? Even cars can't get in, especially at night. If you're looking for death, don't drag me along!"
.......
The next morning after returning to the Magic City, Bai Xi yawned as he entered his office, ready to start his fulfilling day as usual.
Before she could open the file, the wall lamp lit up, indicating that someone was looking for her.
Bai Xi was a little surprised. If it was Xu Zhiwen, he would have come in directly.
Opening the negative pressure door of the studio, Lin Xiaoxiao waved nervously outside the glass wall.
Bai Xi opened the door and let her in: "What's wrong?"
"Boss Bai, Brother Xu has gone to the Culture and Tourism Bureau. I'll be assisting you temporarily. This is a report from the fifth floor that I need your review."
Ever since the embarrassing incident during their last trip to Jiang Province, Bai Xi clearly felt that Lin Xiaoxiao was a little timid when facing him, and was not as confident and natural as when they first met.
He couldn't say how it manifested specifically.
Stance? Expression?
For example, now, after handing over the documents, Lin Xiaoxiao retreated to two meters away and stuck to the wall, with her buttocks pressed against the glass. Her long legs were stretched straight without a single gap.
But this kind of thing...
She didn't feel comfortable bringing it up either, so silence was the best way to deal with it, as long as it didn't affect her work.
Bai Xi took the document, looked at it for a while, and then stroked his chin. "Is Qingluan-02 still out of stock? Requesting to adjust the production plan?"
The production plans for the "Qingluan Series" are all forward-looking, and orders will be placed in advance based on market demand.
Except for the initial period when the company and even Bai Xi himself underestimated sales and there was a period of shortage, the supply and demand relationship has been balanced since then.
Similarly, the proportion of "Qingluan-01" and "Qingluan-02" in the series is also fixed. Based on market response and research, it is approximately 10:1.
That is, for every 10 "Qingluan-01" aircraft sold, only one "Qingluan-02" aircraft will be sold.
After all, it is designed for professionals, the price is several times higher, and if you want to get the best performance, you have to connect a lot of external accessories.
The whole set costs tens of thousands of dollars, and it is a real productivity tool.
However, recently, there has been an obvious shortage of "Qingluan-02" in various channels, and the shortage is continuous and long-term.
In theory, market demand will not change easily...
High-end consumers and professional users will always be a minority.
Lin Xiaoxiao leaned against the wall and said, "Yes, about two weeks ago, the 'Qingluan-02' in various stores has been in short supply. It was sold out as soon as it was put on the shelves, including online channels. The sales department has adopted an appointment system, but the situation has not improved..."
Bai Xi thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps because the market cultivation is becoming more and more successful, people's consumption concept of 'drones' has changed. This is a good thing. Let's adjust the ratio to 8:1 for the next batch."
Lin Xiaoxiao bowed 30 degrees, received the instructions and prepared to leave.
I always feel anxious...
Are you going to the bathroom?
After Lin Xiaoxiao left, Bai Xi didn't take the quota changes of "Qingluan-02" too seriously. They should be some normal business changes and a small matter.
To be more precise, things related to the Qingluan series rarely concern her anymore...
Just as she was dazed for a while and was about to get back to work.
Yang Ru's call disrupted her plans again.
"The Eagles are retreating in a province in Afghanistan? What does this have to do with me?"