Chapter 130

After tossing around for a long time, the transport plane finally reached the coordinate position provided by the magnesium country. Wang Yanke thought he would see a large area of base buildings from a distance, with flying flags and long runways. At least, there should be all kinds of pulled barbed wire, hanging yellow warning signs of "no admittance" and "military important places".

However, from the plane, the four fields were deserted and the coordinate position was empty

When it was only 30 kilometers away from the target, the ground was still a desert.

"Strange, the parameters on the map show that area 51 is here. Is it an underground base?" the pilot craned his neck and looked out of the side window. He looked down at the radar. There was nothing

"Chinese transport plane, this is the ground control center of the US Military Area 51. Please reduce the flight altitude to less than 800 meters and more than 500 meters. Please answer!" suddenly, a standard Mandarin came from the communicator.

"Received, China received, we will execute immediately..." the two drivers looked at each other. What's strange?

When the transport plane suddenly dropped below 800 meters, the air in the distance suddenly shook in front of Wang Yanke!

It's like the phenomenon of refracted light waves driven by the steam rising from the high temperature in the desert. When you look carefully, there seems to be a vaguely visible huge circle in the completely transparent air, like a huge soap bubble shrouded in the earth, which is unpredictable and floating.

The transport plane, like a slender grain of rice, got into the huge soap bubble

It led the air around the fuselage to flow brilliantly and deform, pulling out a long funnel-shaped gap. Finally, it broke off with the force field behind it, and entered the inner world of the "soap bubble". The soap bubble behind it automatically closed the upper gap, vibrated a few times, and then recovered its peace.

The scene in front of the pilot was already in the moment of entering the soap bubble. From a desert dune, a huge airport appeared in the blink of an eye!

Everything seems to change out of thin air. Rows of hangars and continuous neat buildings appear prominently in the field of vision. Crisscross circuit networks and launchers connect the whole base into an ant nest covered by spider webs.

On the tarmac of tens of thousands of square meters, more than a dozen runways of different widths and lengths are arranged in parallel. On the tarmac are all kinds of machines that have never been seen. Some are still in the shape of aircraft, and some are close to flying saucers. They are hexagonal or octagonal experimental aircraft, all of which are printed with the national flag of magnesium.

Many staff members walked on two wheeled scooters and moved quickly back and forth on the runway. Wang Yanke noticed that on one side of the apron, 50000 war cat mecha were parked in an array, occupying a very conspicuous huge piece.

It seems that Hao Zhi and they have already arrived!

Song Xiaojia got off the transport plane. As soon as he stepped on the ground, his legs softened and almost fell down. He shouted that he would never take a plane again. It was terrible!

Following her down was a dirty looking Chinese staff member who looked at her with a look of resentment and helplessness.

In the distance, a group of American soldiers marched over, lined up neatly on both sides, carried the M16 Kaka in their hands on their shoulders and stood tall. In the middle of the team, a silver haired old man from magnesium, dressed in colorful big flower shirts and big white underpants, and wearing a pair of clean sports slippers, walked quickly.

He dressed casually, not like a soldier, but more like an old man on vacation on the beach.

"Ha ha ha, sorry! Sorry!" he smiled brightly, came up and gave song Xiaojia a warm hug, put his face on her face.

Song Xiaojia saw this set of etiquette for foreigners on TV. He really met it. He was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to lose his manners. After all, the other party was just an old man over 60 years old, so he had to say it together and smiled awkwardly.

"My name is Gant and I'm the person in charge here! You must be 'Gaishi Lori'! Many young people in our country now regard you as their idol!" he laughed, like a kind elder and pinched song Xiaojia's face, "ha ha, like my granddaughter, very beautiful and lovely..."

Then he turned around and raised his palm politely. Wang Yanke smiled and put his hand on each other's hand. He kissed his hand and said quite humbly: "You must be the goddess of wisdom. During the teleconference with General Xu Zhe, I have seen you closely around him many times. I think you must be an indispensable and important figure in his think tank. It is our luck that God can send you to save us from suffering!"

"Just call me Ke Ke!" Wang Yanke smiled politely and answered politely.

"Mr. Hao Zhi, who arrived early, has introduced some information to me. Your country is very grateful for sending such a luxurious team to support us. Please!" he turned aside to make way and pointed to a building in the distance.

Therefore, several people walked side by side towards the reception room. Wang Yanke quickly recorded everything he saw with her eyes, including every detail. She knew that this was a field that the outside world had never been involved in. Any place was the top secret. These valuable information may be useful to the people of the motherland in the future!

"Mr. Gantt, I noticed that you apologize as soon as you meet..." Wang Yanke smiled and talked to him.

"Oh?" general Gant made an exaggerated surprised expression. "It's really a goddess of wisdom with distinctive keen observation. Indeed, it's an oversight of our work, which almost caused you to crash!"

"Oh? No, we came in strict accordance with the navigation route you gave!" said Wang Yanke.

"That's why Mr. Hao Zhi said you wouldn't arrive until tomorrow morning, so we didn't close the air defense of the base in advance, which caused the misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding..." Wang Yanke pondered and suddenly brightened his eyes. "You mean that huge sandstorm?"

General Gant smiled mysteriously, "you guessed!"

Wang Yanke was surprised. She had heard of meteorological weapons for a long time, but she didn't expect that the people of magnesium had developed them: "you can manipulate the desert climate to form dust storms?"

Gantt smiled and used an idiom to modestly answer, "it's just a small skill!"

"Oh, you're too modest. I'm afraid you are the only country in the world that can use this high-tech weapon. I'm very curious. It should be difficult to achieve!" Wang Yanke set the other party's words quietly.

"Oh, indeed, ha ha, the development of this weapon has gone through a long stage. In particular, the excitation system is limited by many natural conditions and can't call the wind and rain at will. In fact, it's not as magical as people think

We simply increase the meteorological index according to different landforms, and leave the rest to nature! "

"Oh, but it should be very difficult to create such a large-scale wind wall and sand curtain and man-made tornado in the vast desert!" Wang Yanke carefully said every sentence as an affirmative sentence rather than a questioning gesture to avoid causing the other party's suspicion of "being asked".

As Gant walked slowly, he introduced with great interest. He didn't seem to avoid any secrets. He took out a posture of "knowing everything and saying everything", and couldn't see any city government:

"In fact, the principle is very simple. We just use the special desert landform of Nevada. There is little precipitation all year round, so the desertification soil is extremely dry, and the sand on the silicate surface is easy to lose water. As long as it is heated at an appropriate temperature, the silicate soil micelles and sand surfaces will have negative charges and repel each other With repulsion, the fine sand in the soil can not be condensed together, which will form a large amount of sand and dust suspension at the low altitude close to the ground,

After that, we can give it a little driving force. For example, the directional air flow caused by small barometric bombs can increase the floating dust into sand

The rest is left to the butterfly effect. Nature will automatically form a dust storm with fixed wind direction due to the linkage effect... "

"Oh... This is really a genius's idea!" Wang Yanke praised.

"Ha ha, there's no such thing as that. It's just some basic physics applications. There's no high-tech component!" general Gantt quickly waved his hand.

Wang Yanke smiled and said quietly, "it seems that the Nevada Triangle does exist..."

This time, Gant was surprised!

A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed on his face, and then he laughed and said: "I didn't expect you to even know this... I don't have to hide that I can associate the internal relationship between the two so quickly.

After all, as the top secret of China's military science and technology, it also needs some quiet environment.

As you know, unlike the people in your country, you can't scare them by simply erecting barbed wire and some billboards that "have been authorized to use lethal weapons". There are always some people who don't know their lives and make trouble for fame, as well as many spies and terrorists of hostile organizations who covet secrets. We have to guard against... "

"So you put everything on the mysterious natural phenomenon. The ghost triangle in Nevada is very famous, just like Bermuda at sea. Thousands of planes crashed in this area. I'm afraid they are all victims of your meteorological weapons."

"We really didn't do that at sea. In fact, we can only selectively shoot down targets that pose a real threat to the base. We generally don't interfere with them. Anyway, they can't find us

But like you today, the military aircraft with unidentified and accurate targets flying towards the base are not included. Hahaha... "General Gantt laughed again apologetically.

His words made the pilot who followed him take a breath. I was surprised. Fortunately, Wang Yanke thought of reporting his specific location information. It seems that the people of magnesium have been kind and shut down the continuous promotion equipment of Sandstorm in time. Otherwise, the aircraft would have been destroyed and people would have died!

"Hao Zhi, they haven't encountered a similar situation?" Song Xiaojia asked nervously.

"Mr. Hao didn't. their mecha has too obvious distinguishing characteristics. Naturally, we won't attack the friendly forces!"

"It seems that next time I'll come in a mecha. It's unreliable to fly!" Song Xiaojia patted his heart and said in fear.

"General, when our transport plane approaches the base, I seem to see a layer of bubble like things covering the sky here, which must be used to hide the base?" Wang Yanke doesn't avoid it. After all, it seems abnormal to ignore such a strange phenomenon.

"Oh, yes, in fact, it's just the same physical principle. We set up a very high launcher in the center of the base, oh, that's it!" he pointed to the launcher in the distance, which is located in the center of the whole base.

Wang Yanke was surprised again. With only one launcher, he could make the huge base with an area of more than tens of thousands of square meters invisible. How did they do it?