mesbooks Chapter 645: Project 150, Tu-16, and H-6?
Chapter 645: Project 150, Tu-16, and H-6?
What Zhang Chi saw was the top design capabilities of Dr. Bud and his potential team in the field of large jet aircraft, both bombers and passenger aircraft, which had been buried in history.
The so-called "black technology" of the Third Reich may not be very advanced compared to the future fighters such as F-16 and F-18A in the White Eagle technology tree in Zhang Chi's system.
But talent is alive, and knowledge and experience are priceless.
A talented designer who can design a model that competes with the Tu-16, and a team of experts who can produce a giant turboprop engine like the NK-12, are exactly the treasures that Nanyang urgently needs to establish an independent aviation industry system in the future.
You should know that the Tu-16, which competed with the 150 project and even had a close relationship with the 140 project, had another name in Daxia before Zhang Chi traveled through time: the H-6.
The H-6: A Legend from A to Z
This is a super classic, a classic jet long-range bomber that has been used for decades and still has room for modification and improvement.
Bruce's team shuttled through the ruined streets and basements, dodging stray bullets and sporadic firefights.
Based on limited intelligence, they struggled to find where Dr. Bud might be hiding.
At this time, a large number of Hans officers and soldiers, Nazi officials and ordinary people were fleeing westward frantically, trying to escape to the control area of the White Eagle or John Army before the Bear Army completely surrounded them.
Many military researchers were also among them, and they were often ordered to destroy data and facilities before fleeing.
"Boss, we have a clue." A team member reported in a low voice. He had just forced a panicked former Junkers employee to tell him that Dr. Bud might be trying to organize the final core information at a secret research site in the suburbs.
The team took immediate action.
When they arrived at the location disguised as an abandoned warehouse, they ran into several Hans Army soldiers who were ordered to come to "clean up" and attempted to take away or destroy the information and "deal with" the scientists who were unwilling to cooperate.
"Bang! Bang!" With a few clean and neat bursts of shots, Bruce and his team members quickly took care of those Hans army soldiers.
Then they quickly took control of the warehouse and the people inside.
However, they discovered that the person guarding the core data box was not Dr. Brunov Bader himself, but another middle-aged man wearing glasses, looking frightened but trying to remain calm, and several young men who looked like assistants or technicians.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked nervously, his hand still tightly holding the file box.
"We are the ones who can take you out of hell." Bruce showed his ID again and said in a steady tone, "Where is Dr. Budd?"
"The doctor... The doctor went out two hours ago, trying to contact his family in the city to make sure they were safe... and then he never came back." The man's voice was trembling. "We heard gunfire and shouting outside. Maybe... maybe he was captured."
Bruce's eyes flashed, and he quickly gave orders to his team members: "Check the information and confirm the identity of the personnel."
After a quick interrogation and information verification, it was discovered that the middle-aged man in front of them was another important target of this trip, engine expert Ferdinand Bradner.
He was accompanied by several core engineers and technicians from Junkers. The suitcases they carried contained some key design drawings of the Ju-287 project, wind tunnel data, and manuscripts on the jet engine research that Bradner was responsible for.
Although this information is incomplete, it is priceless.
"Boss, what should we do? Bud may have fallen into the hands of the Russian Bear or the White Eagle." A team member asked in a low voice.
Bruce's brain was working rapidly, and he made a judgment based on the existing intelligence:
"The White Eagle's vanguard took control of the western side of this area earlier than the Russians. Dr. Bud went in that direction and was most likely captured by the White Eagle military police. They are currently busy accepting surrenders and counting spoils, and are not keeping a close watch on non-top targets."
He decisively ordered, "Immediately evacuate Dr. Bradner and all the information to the first safe point along the predetermined route. I will lead the team to 'visit' our friends at White Eagle."
With perfect disguised documents and impeccable Onsa with a Texas accent, Bruce and two team members drove a jeep painted with the White Eagle logo and entered the White Eagle-controlled area unimpeded.
After some investigation, they quickly confirmed the whereabouts of Dr. Bud - he was held in a nearby temporary prisoner-of-war camp converted from a school, mainly responsible for detaining low-level Wehrmacht officers and suspicious technicians.
The White Eagle military police at the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp were obviously relaxed about the impending end of the war. Seeing the title and eye-catching seal of "Pentagon Special Technical Assessment Team" on Bruce's ID, they were too lazy to even conduct a detailed interrogation.
"Hey, man, what's up?" a gum-chewing military policeman asked lazily.
"I've been ordered to interrogate a technical suspect, Brunov Budd." Bruce's tone was businesslike, with unquestionable authority. "We need to assess his value and see if he deserves to be transferred to a higher-level interrogation center."
"Bud? Never heard of him." The military police officer flipped through the scribbled roster. "Oh, I found him. He was arrested this morning. A guy who claimed to be an aircraft designer. He doesn't look like a big shot."
"The higher-ups will make their own judgment." Bruce said expressionlessly, "Bring him out. Here are the transfer documents."
He handed over a "warrant for interrogation" that had been prepared long ago and in a standard format. The military police glanced at it briefly and waved him away.
A few minutes later, Dr. Budd was brought out with a haggard face and fear and confusion in his eyes.
He became even more uneasy when he saw Bruce and others wearing White Eagle uniforms.
Bruce didn't say much, just gestured for him to get in the car.
At the pre-arranged meeting point - a small hill overlooking part of the city ruins, Bruce reunited Bud, Bradner and others.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the broken walls.
In the distance, sporadic gunfire could be vaguely heard.
Bruce looked at the group of ragged, pale-faced scientists and technicians in front of him and said straight to the point:
"Gentlemen, I know that your biggest concern right now is the safety of your family and your own future."
He pointed at the devastated city below and said, "This place, Hans, is finished. What awaits it will be the division and rule of the victorious nations."
"I've learned about your backgrounds." Bruce's gaze swept over Budd and Bradner. "Many of you joined the Nazi Party for work and self-protection. Maybe you didn't truly support that madman, but this is the fact recorded in black and white in the files."
His tone became serious:
"What would happen to you if you returned to your homeland in the East and fell into the hands of the Russians? Imagine Siberian labor camps, endless interrogations, or even worse... They will show no mercy to the 'remnants of the Nazis.'"
The faces of Bud, Bradner and others turned pale in an instant.
They knew very well that what Bruce said was true, and that the Russians were extremely cruel in their purge of former Nazi members.