Chapter 508 Fat Year
"Chief Engineer Gao, is there such good news? Tell us quickly, haha." Even the chief engineer of the model urged.
"We can move the gyroscope from outside the missile to inside the missile." Gao Zhendong performed a great move right from the start.
"Move it inside the missile body?" The comrades from the missile research institute were a little confused. If it was moved inside the missile body, without air to push it, the gyro rudder would not be able to rotate at all, and it would not be called a gyro rudder anymore.
Gao Zhendong walked to the blackboard and drew a picture.
Since you want to do it, just copy the R-73. There is no other way. The good thing about the Russian stuff is that although the performance is outstanding, the basic electronic technology is not very good. Many of the ideas are just right for now.
Although we don’t know what the internal structure and control system look like, it doesn’t stop Gao Zhendong from paying tribute to the R-73. He can also copy the appearance.
"We added a section of aileron behind the tail wing. This section of aileron is responsible for only one thing, which is the stability of the missile body."
"Where does the control signal come from? Doesn't this also require a digital control system to control it?"
Gao Zhendong shook his head: "Install a gyroscope in the missile body to control roll, and use its output signal to directly control the ailerons. This way, no other control system is needed, and the structure is simple. Because it is only responsible for roll, and does not require pitch and swing control, a gyroscope is enough, and it is not too complicated."
At this point, Gao Zhendong drew a line from the main control system box to the aileron control system box on the schematic diagram: "When it is necessary to actively change the roll control output, such as reducing the roll moment, you can intervene from the bypass. In short, the control of the roll is in the hands of the control system, so that it is more proactive."
Gao Zhendong doesn’t know whether the control logic of R-73 is like this, but there is no problem with the principle of this configuration.
After listening to this, everyone look at the picture and you will realize that this thing is feasible.
Most of the time, the ailerons are independent and are only responsible for roll control, but when necessary, they can intervene to achieve special purposes. Overall, it does not increase the complexity too much, and the cost is not increased much, but the effect is good.
The chief model designer said "OK" halfway, but suddenly got stuck: "Where can I find a gyroscope this small and accurate enough? There is no ready-made one."
Gao Zhendong laughed and said, "Yes, indeed. If you really want to go this route, I'll write a note and ask the comrades working on the control system to look for the Changjian Machinery Factory. They have a small gyroscope used for other equipment. It has just been developed and is already in stable production. If you want some, it can really be used here."
The diameter of an individual anti-tank missile is only about 0.12, and its movements are much more violent than those of an infrared combat missile. It can also be used for roll-related controls, and there is no problem with infrared combat missiles.
The comrades from the Institute of Guidance and Research were immediately delighted. Deputy Chief Engineer Gao was so righteous that he not only solved the theoretical problem, but also the equipment problem.
If Gao Zhendong hadn't helped, the Institute of Research would have had no idea where to find this thing.
The chief designer of the model smiled and said, "That's it. We'll mainly make the missile body thicker, strengthen the wire guides, and use gyroscopes and ailerons to control the roll. I estimate that the maneuvering overload can be further increased, and it will finally be able to completely match the field of view of the seeker!"
The original estimate of 30G maneuver overload was still a little short of fully utilizing the field of view of the seeker. This time, after further adjustments by Gao Zhendong, he finally did not disappoint this dazzling seeker.
As for roll control, the chief designer chose a solution that looks a little complicated and troublesome, but has better effects and greater development potential.
—I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.
Deputy Chief Engineer Gao has paved the way for us, from theory and architecture to core control components. It would be a shame if we don't take a trip like this.
If it doesn’t work, you can come back. There is a backup plan, so there is no need to worry.
The chief designer of the model and Gao Zhendong each signed the final approval form for the plan, and the modified plan for Lei Dian-1 was basically formed.
The chief model designer looked at the final plan, smiled and turned to look at Gao Zhendong.
"Boss Gao, why do I feel like this thing might be better called Thunderbolt-3?"
The projectile diameter, length, weight, pneumatics, guidance, control, etc. have all changed. Do you think this thing is still a modified Thunder-1?
What kind of Theseus missile is this? After the modifications, only the warhead is left. No, the caliber of the warhead has also changed. The only things that haven't been modified are the explosives and propellant.
Not really. The explosives have also been changed. They have to be replaced with Heimu-60. Damn!
As for the Thunderbolt-2, it has been occupied by the imitation radar air-to-air missile, which is exactly the opposite of what Gao Zhendong knew in his previous life. Although the imitation radar air-to-air missile is basically useless, it still has to be given a name.
Gao Zhendong thought about it carefully and was also happy: "How about we report to the Defense Work Committee and change the name of this thing to Thunderbolt-3."
The chief designer thought for a moment and said, "Well, that's fine, but should we wait until we have some results before we do it? That would be safer."
It has to be an old comrade, steady!
The two looked at each other and laughed.
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These things were complicated and by the time they were almost dealt with, it was more than a week before Gao Zhendong returned to work, and the Chinese New Year was just a few days away. During this time, Director Yan had already implemented all the benefits that Gao Zhendong had obtained.
It is said that he deserves the title of factory director. In such a short time, he organized people and brought back things from all over the world. If Gao Zhendong were to do this himself, he would definitely not be able to do it as well as others.
Director Yan came to Gao Zhendong with a welfare plan for his signature.
Gao Zhendong took a look and found no problem. The branch factory would benefit from it, the main factory would gain face, and all the necessary aspects had been taken care of. Director Yan had considered these things much more carefully than he had. He signed his name readily: "Well, let's do it."
The logistics director of the main factory soon received a call from the logistics director of the third factory: "Director, it's like this, our factory has a batch of welfare benefits, the amount is quite large, our General Manager Gao and Director Yan thought it would not be appropriate for us to share all of them, so they specially reserved a batch for the main factory. The amount is not large, the factory should not mind. Yes, yes, you can come and pick it up now."
The logistics director of the main factory hung up the phone happily. This was a timely relief. Although the total amount was not large compared to the whole factory, at least the people who needed to be taken care of were covered, and there was a slight surplus. Combined with the benefits that the factory already had, the logistics department would not be scolded this year.
It hurts when the old workers start scolding you, and they really mean it.
This was a good thing, but he always felt something was wrong. Why was the conversation between him and the director of the logistics department of the third factory so weird? He didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to get the benefits in his pocket.
The third factory quickly issued a notice that all employees were required to go to the logistics department to collect their benefits within two days, otherwise they would lose them.
Not only the employees of the Third Factory, but all those who have supported the work in the Third Factory have received notifications from people specially sent by the Third Factory to collect their things. What the main factory gave them is what the main factory gave them. The Third Factory remembers your kindness.
All the comrades who had no work gathered in the Logistics Department of the Third Factory. It was a huge crowd of people. They were not enthusiastic about collecting their wages and must have something wrong with their brains.
The comrades who were still queuing at the back saw the comrades in front who had received the things walk out with happy faces.
"Master Zhao, what are these things?"
"Hey, good stuff, we can have a good year this year, haha. I won't tell you, you will know when you get it yourself later."
Some kept it a secret, while others were straightforward: "It's nothing, we have rice, meat, vegetables, and cloth, not much, not much, hahahaha."
When the comrades who were still waiting in line heard this, they were like, fuck, this is not much? Regardless of the number, this type is quite rich.
There were also people who lined up at the outer door of the Logistics Department and saw the notice on the door.
"Don't guess. This year's quota is the same: one pound of millet, eight ounces of meat, half a pound of dried mountain products, and three feet of Dacron. There are also other awards for advanced individuals, but we'll have to wait until the commendation meeting to find out."
Things like welfare are generally not divided into different levels, or there are very few levels.
But everyone who heard it was stunned: "How much? Eight ounces of meat? Three feet of Dacron? And millet and dried mountain products?"
I can’t say too much, I have to say too much!
A person eats about nine taels of meat per quarter, and this is the result of Gao Zhendong flapping his wings.
Millet is considered a nutritional supplement and needs to be purchased with a permit. It is not available easily.
Half a pound of dried mountain products may not seem like much, but people who cook often know that once mixed with water, it will become a large pile, enough for many meals. See the consequences of washing compressed dried black fungus in the washing machine. Moreover, this thing is rare, and it is very prestigious to entertain guests and go home for New Year's greetings.
There is no need to mention the three-foot-long Dacron, which is a good material that is wear-resistant and durable. Although it is far from enough for one set of clothes, the comrades can think about how to put them together, and the factory must send one to everyone.
All the comrades were extremely happy. Hey, if they took this thing home, they could speak twice as loudly at home. And if they had brothers and sisters, brothers-in-law, and sisters-in-law at home, it would make them proud.
Some have already started thinking about what dishes to cook for the New Year.
In fact, making more than a thousand people so happy would be nothing if it were Gao Zhendong's time traveling through time.
If you calculate carefully, there is only less than one ton of millet, and a small or medium-sized supermarket will have more than this amount of goods. The meat is only more than a thousand kilograms, which can be converted into a few live pigs, and the dried goods are only a few hundred kilograms. In the future, any stall in the mountain product wholesale market will be able to carry this amount.
In the queue ahead, someone has already lined up and wants to pick and choose: "Xiao Wang, give me the fatter meat."
Nowadays people like fatty meat and oily food.
The comrade in charge of distribution laughed and said, "No, take whatever bag is yours. The meat is mixed, with a little bit of everything. Take whatever you come across."
(End of this chapter)