As long as enough manpower and material resources are invested, nothing can be done.
No one would doubt this, just like the United States launches three Liberty ships every day, which is essentially the accumulation of manpower and material resources.
Under George's insistence, all the technical strength of Carl Metal Company was concentrated on the manufacture of aerial refueling systems. With the participation of hundreds of technical workers, thousands of parts were quickly manufactured.
It took only a few days to manufacture the first oil pump and install it in the cabin of the DC2 aircraft. Soon Coham and his team began to conduct ground tests. The so-called ground tests are actually the docking and locking of the cone sleeve. In just five days, hundreds of tests were conducted and some exposed problems were found.
Finally, on April 3, two modified DC2 aircraft stopped on the take-off runway. The scorching sun shone on the fuselage, making the unpainted fuselage shine like the most dazzling star.
"Boss, our planes don't have official names yet. It's unlucky if they don't have names."
Coham's reminder made George think for a while and said.
"The number one plane is called "Nanjing" and the number two plane is called "Tokyo." "
From Nanjing to Tokyo... This is the most simple wish of the Chinese people. It has nothing to do with anything else, just for revenge!
The dozen or so Chinese technicians present were silent when they heard this, and everyone's eyes burst into a strange look.
Their expressions were excited, but more of them were expectations.
From Nanjing to Tokyo, the distance is not far. But they have been walking for 7 years!
Soon, the two call signs were written on the tails of the two planes with paint, not only in English, but also in Chinese.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, finally, after the most thorough inspection, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the two planes took off one after the other. After the plane took off, it did not fly far, but circled over the airport.
Soon, the plane in front released a hose that was more than 20 meters long, and at the end of the hose was a funnel-shaped floating anchor. Another plane began to slowly approach the plane in front. The nose of this plane had a refueling pipe that stretched out more than one meter.
"It's started..."
Looking at the plane that was starting to dock and refuel in the air through the telescope, George's brows wrinkled and he muttered to himself.
"How could this happen?"
The floating anchor in the air seemed stable, but in fact it was constantly swinging, so that the plane behind had to try many times before it could steadily align the refueling pipe with the funnel floating anchor and achieve the docking in the air. One minute later, the plane that completed the refueling notified the ground through the radio. When the aerial refueling was completed, there was cheering on the ground.
"We succeeded, we succeeded..."
Amid the cheers, Ren Zhiyuan shouted at his boss.
"Boss, we are going to Tokyo, we are going to bomb Tokyo..."
You see, the Chinese people's wish is so simple, but compared to their excitement, George's brows are locked together. He took the radio microphone and called to the tanker that had retracted the refueling hose in the air.
"Nanjing, Nanjing, release the refueling hose again."
Release again?
Hasn't the refueling been completed?
Amid everyone's doubts, the plane released the hose again. At first, the floating anchor seemed very stable, but soon, it began to shake slightly, obviously affected by the airflow.
A few hours later, George, standing next to the plane, was checking the plane's floating anchor cone sleeve. The cone sleeve at the end of the hose was a funnel-shaped all-steel closed structure.
"A diameter of nearly 80 centimeters..."
Carrying the steel cone sleeve weighing dozens of kilograms, George's mind once again emerged with the scene of it swaying in the air.
"Boss, the size and weight of the cone sleeve are carefully designed. If it is too light, it will be seriously affected by the airflow disturbance. If it is too heavy, it will not work. In addition, we must ensure that the receiving pipe can be inserted accurately..."
Listening to Cobham's explanation, George closed his eyes and recalled the refueling scenes he had seen in movies or military magazines. The cone sleeves of those refueling aircraft seemed to be different from this one.
"Affected by the airflow disturbance, that is to say..."
Turning his head to look at Cobham, George asked back.
"Then what if we change its shape?"
"Change the shape?"
Before Cobham could react, George ran to the side of the airport, took a badminton from a table, and hit the badminton from a distance. When the badminton flew in an arc in the air, George shouted.
"Badminton! Use the badminton shape, it is more stable than the funnel!"
Why did he think of badminton? Because the refueling cone sleeve in another world is badminton-shaped, and it is even foldable. It is lighter and the docking trajectory is more stable.
Sometimes, the inspiration brought by a seemingly simple picture is actually the result of many years of research by predecessors. With George's reminder, the badminton-shaped refueling cone sleeve was soon manufactured in just two days, and it was quickly tested. Just as he said, it was lighter and the docking trajectory was more stable.
After more than a dozen aerial docking and refueling, Coham shouted to George as soon as he got off the plane.
"Boss, we can notify the Army to come and watch!"
Not to watch, but to promote!
It is to promote their products to the Army. Although the patent has been bought out by the company, Coham, as the inventor, still hopes that this aerial refueling technology can be used in the war.
"Don't worry..."
Compared to the previous urgency, George is not so urgent now.
"Let's make a few sets of refueling machines and refueling pipe accessories first, and prepare for large-scale testing and production. As for the Army..."
Looking in the direction of Washington, George smiled slightly. Now, the time is ripe!
It's time to do it!
After this thought flashed through his mind, George went back to the office directly. After entering the office, he opened the safe under the desk and took out a thick file bag.
George sneered as he gently patted the file bag.
"Okay, now, it's time to stab the knife out!"
With a sneer, George took out a cigarette, lit it, and then looked at the file bag. He had been preparing for this day for several months!
Opening the file bag and taking out a document with the Pentagon emblem, George's sneer became more and more intense...
He took a puff of the cigarette, as if he had made some important decision, and picked up the phone on the table...