The electronic laboratory and computer department held key research meetings for a long time before initially determining a solution like this:

First, purchase supporting processing chips from the European and American markets, use the computer to receive the positioning data obtained by the inertial measurement instrument, and use a more accurate and faster positioning method to improve the accuracy of the missile.

Second, improve the missile's tail servo system and replace the original mechanical transmission structure with a more advanced fly-by-wire structure.

Both of these two improvement plans can use currently mature guidance technology.

It is the only solution that does not require major surgery on the missile.

However, after this improvement, although the missile can achieve better accuracy than before through computer control and attitude adjustment at the end of flight, the performance of the missile itself is still too poor.

Under ideal conditions, the missile's hit accuracy can only be improved to within a three-hundred-meter circumference.

As for whether such an effect can be achieved in actual combat, it is difficult to say.

When the electronics laboratory made progress and produced physical objects, Lin Zeju had these things secretly sent abroad by sea.

At this time, they already knew very well what Chen Weidong wanted to do.

We are all men, and it is impossible not to pay attention to world news. Based on these and combined with some associations, the ultimate usefulness of this system is self-evident.

However, everyone signed a confidentiality agreement.

Outside the company, no one will say another word about work-related matters.

Even with my family.

Chen Weidong knew that an improved Scud guidance system could not save Saddam Hussein's fate of defeat, but it could make the US military shed more blood.

December 28th.

Saddam prayed devoutly in the mosque room of his palace.

In Yinlak, Saddam had many secret strongholds. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would suddenly move with his family and command system.

These are his only ways to resist US air strikes.

After all, during the Gulf War, "decapitation operations" were the US military's favorite tactic. Who knows whether they would use it against themselves.

Each secret stronghold has reinforced concrete walls with a thickness of more than two meters.

Just over a week after the war started, Saddam's cheeks were somewhat sunken.

However, his beard is still neatly combed, his hair is not messy, his appearance is neat and tidy every day, his eyes are still as firm, and his voice is still as loud as ever.

However, he prayed more often and more often.

The time to appear in front of the soldiers is also increasing.

He has no doubt that when the US military launches a ground attack, his soldiers who have experienced many battles will definitely deal a heavy blow to the opponent and make the US military bleed like a river!

However, the opponent has yet to launch a ground attack.

The cowardly Americans did not dare to confront his elite guards head-on, but they continued to bomb their heads regardless of day or night.

B-2, B-1B, B-52 bombers...missiles and laser-guided bombs from multinational forces rained down on his troops every day as if they were free.

At this time, although he had an army of millions, he had no place to use it.

Saddam regretted a little. If he had known that the Americans were determined to take action, he should have rushed through the desert area between Yinsha and Yinsha to fight to the death when there were only tens of thousands of American troops.

However, now that the best opportunity has been missed, Yin Jun faces hundreds of thousands of multinational troops who are waiting for him, and is bombarded by thousands of aircraft and various missiles. If he rushes through the desert area of ​​more than ten kilometers, he is asking for death.

On the way.

He knew this very well and never dared to act rashly. He could only be beaten passively.

The MiG fighter jets he had high hopes for really broke his heart.

Saddam once thought that the MiG fighter jets he spent billions of dollars on could, if not fully compete with the US military, at least be able to maintain the security of the airspace.

But who would have thought that this damn Soviet fighter plane was a parallel import!

On the contrary, the Su-27 and Mirage F-1, which he had not noticed before, performed unexpectedly well. If he had known this, he should have spent a lot of money to buy dozens or hundreds of Su-27s instead of MiG-29s!

At this time, he would not consider the selling price at all.

Money is nothing. When you may not even be able to save your life, will you still care about money?

Even if all the money is spent, as long as we can reach a stalemate with the US military and slowly drag it out, the United States will inevitably be unable to hold on in the face of heavy casualties. This will win a glimmer of hope.

As long as you save your life, you still have the power, and with the oil in the ground, it is only a matter of time before you want to get back on your feet!

The only thing that made him feel relieved was the Scud missile.

This old-fashioned missile actually has new flowers blooming from the old tree, and it can still function, causing multinational forces and 80% of the aircraft to search for traces of Scud.

This greatly relieved his heavy pressure.

Unfortunately, the hit rate of this missile is so low that it can only intimidate, but cannot achieve the purpose of actually killing a large number of enemy forces.

Otherwise, he only needs to use a large number of Scuds to counterattack, and the US military will bleed into a river and have to admit defeat.

"Oh, the Mauers are so useless!"

Saddam sighed in the camp.

America just scared them and they backed down.

Now let alone buying weapons, even the offices have quickly evacuated Baghdad.

These old fools smile so brightly when collecting money, but when they need help, they pretend not to know you!

Just when Saddam was grieving and complaining, gritting his teeth and showing determination, a messenger ran in joyfully: "President, Your Excellency, the Soviet Union... No, the Russians are back again."

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"What? How many people are there and where are they now?" Saddam suddenly forgot. He was scolding the old man for being unloyal. He got up from the ground and grabbed the soldier excitedly.

"Great! With Mao'er's help, I can be saved!"

"How many people are they planning to send over, 100,000, or 200,000? Even if they plan to send an army of one million, I will support them with both hands!"

The soldier was startled and said hesitantly: "There were only seven or eight people. They seemed to have sneaked in. They were wearing Arab clothes and driving a big truck with several large wooden boxes inside."

Only this few people?

Are you bringing something with you to support me secretly?

Saddam slapped his mouth.

This is not the best result, but it is still acceptable.

At least his weapons that were blown up by the US military can be replenished. In this way, it can be ensured that his ground radar station can be repaired as soon as possible.

"Quick, invite them in, I want to meet them in person!"

At this time, as long as Saddam has a little hope, he is not willing to miss it.
Chapter completed!