AWB Chapter 296 The First Flight of the Gyrfalcon
Chapter 296 The First Flight of the Gyrfalcon
The morning mist enveloped the banks of the Huangpu River, and a damp, cold wind blew through the windows into the offices of the Jiangnan Aviation Manufacturing Plant.
Mo Huixin rubbed her throbbing temples and put the pen back into the ink bottle.
In front of her lay a mountain of financial statements.
Each report bears the bright red seal of Southeast Financial Group.
That was the astronomical sum that had been poured in like water over the past few days for this batch of new bombers.
"Miss Mo, this is the list of supplies consumed that was just compiled this morning."
Factory director Ge Jiangong, with deep dark circles under his eyes, pushed open the door and walked in with a hoarse voice.
He held a thick stack of receipts in his hand. Although he looked tired, his eyes gleamed with a kind of almost fanatical excitement.
"To ensure the mass production of this batch of new aircraft, Ma'anshan Coal and Steel Complex has to ship two special trains of special steel and special aluminum every day."
"Not only that, we also used the British trading companies in the concession to buy up all the aviation rubber and high-octane gasoline in Shanghai at high prices."
"These expenses are a bottomless pit, amounting to tens of thousands of pounds every day!"
Mo Huixin picked up her teacup and took a small sip of the warm black tea.
Her stunningly beautiful face remained expressionless; she merely glanced at Ge Jiangong indifferently.
"Director Ge, the young marshal is facing pressure from 60,000 Japanese troops in Jinzhou outside the Great Wall. You don't need to worry about money."
"As long as I can build the plane, I can fill this hole for you even if I have to empty the entire warehouse of Southeast Financial Group."
Upon hearing this, Ge Jiangong breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of admiration appeared on his face.
He had long known that the young marshal's financial steward was incredibly influential, but he never expected that she wouldn't even blink an eye when faced with such a massive expenditure of funds.
This is the source of Chen Jiajun's confidence!
This is the terrifying financial support for industrialized military production!
"With your words, if I, Ge Jiangong, were to delay the battle on the front lines, I'd jump off this factory roof!"
Ge Jiangong slapped his chest and loudly assured him.
"The Young Marshal said in his telegram that the Kwantung Army has even dispatched heavily armored vehicles imported from Europe this time, just waiting for our 'can opener' to be delivered!"
"Take me to the workshop."
Mo Huixin stood up, straightened her black wool coat, and walked towards the door first.
The moment the heavy, soundproof steel door was pushed open, a wave of heat mixed with the pungent smell of machine oil and cutting fluid rushed out.
Inside the enormous, secret workshop, the incandescent lights shone as brightly as day.
Hundreds of sophisticated German-imported machine tools are running at full speed, emitting a deep, rhythmic roar.
"Quick! The riveting of the wing spars must be checked again!"
"A team of experts from Germany and France said that if the error exceeds 0.1 millimeters, the wing will break off during a dive!"
"Everyone, get yourselves together! The young marshal's orders are three shifts—the machines must keep running even when people are resting!"
Several Chinese foremen wearing hard hats were shouting loudly beside the assembly line with megaphones.
On this massive assembly line, a dozen or so uniquely shaped fighter jets are neatly arranged, each at a different stage of final assembly.
Mo Huixin stopped and looked up at the steel monster in front of her that had already been painted.
It was unlike any of the aircraft that Chen Jiajun had previously owned.
The design of its wings, which are shaped like inverted gull wings, resembles a giant black eagle searching for prey in the air.
The robust landing gear, encased in a streamlined fairing, appears somewhat bulky, but the enormous heavy bomb rack under the fuselage exudes a cold and pure aesthetic of slaughter.
"Miss Mo, this is the Ju-87D, the dive bomber that the Young Marshal named 'Sea Eagle'."
A blond, blue-eyed German chief engineer walked over and introduced his work in broken Chinese, his eyes filled with pride.
"This is a demon specifically designed for the precise destruction of heavy ground fortifications and armored vehicles."
"During a dive attack, it can dive downwards at a near 80-degree vertical angle, precisely smashing a 500-kilogram bomb onto the roof of an enemy tank!"
Mo Huixin stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the cold, hard metal fuselage, finally fixing her gaze on the two trumpet-like devices on either side of the landing gear.
"Is this the wind alarm that the young marshal specifically requested to be installed?" she asked softly.
"Yes, Miss Mo." The German engineer shrugged and smiled, somewhat puzzled.
"To be honest, this thing increases air resistance and has no practical use in military physics."
"But the young marshal insisted on pretending. When it dives at high speed, it will emit an extremely sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound due to the violent impact of the airflow."
"The young marshal named it 'Death's Whistle'."
"The Grim Reaper's Whistle..."
Mo Huixin murmured something, a strange light flashing in her cool eyes.
She could almost foresee how terrified the self-proclaimed elite Japanese Kwantung Army would be when that piercing whistle rang out in the sky over Jinzhou in the north.
"Miss Mo, the test flight team is ready!"
Ge Jiangong jogged over from the side and pointed to the huge grassy airport outside.
"Today we are conducting our first live vertical dive test. The pilot is Zhou Yunfei, the best student from the first class of our Shanghai flight school and the flight squadron leader personally selected and promoted by the young commander."
Mo Huixin nodded slightly and stepped out of the factory.
At the airport, the morning mist has gradually dissipated, and sunlight shines on the green lawn.
A Stuka, fresh off the production line and painted with the black double eagle logo of the Chen family army, is quietly parked at the starting line of the runway.
The propellers had begun to rotate slowly, emitting a low rumble.
Zhou Yunfei, dressed in a heavy windproof leather jacket, wearing a flight helmet and goggles, was conducting final checks before takeoff.
Upon seeing Mo Huixin and Ge Jiangong approaching, he immediately stood up straight and gave a standard military salute:
"Miss Mo! Factory Director Ge! Zhou Yunfei, Squadron Leader of the First Flight Squadron of the Air Force, is ready!"
Mo Huixin looked at the young and energetic officer and said gently:
"Captain Zhou, the young marshal is waiting for you beyond the Great Wall. This plane is the sharpest weapon of our Chen family army in the air, but your safety is equally important. Act according to your capabilities."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yunfei's eyes welled up slightly, but his expression became incredibly resolute:
"Don't worry, Miss Mo! The young marshal gave us the best planes, and our instructors are foreign ace pilots, recruited with pounds sterling. If we're afraid of even this little bit of danger, we don't deserve to wear this uniform!"
"Today, I'll show you just how mighty this 'Howl of Death' truly is!"