Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
SLINGSHOT BY Paul felt no surprise, only relief IRVING W. LANDE The slingshot was, I believe, one of the few weapons of history that wasn't used in the last war. patch the holes?" "Ah can patch the one where it That doesn't mean it won't be used in the next! Illustrated by Emsh "Got a bogey at three o'clock high. one he couldn't resist. "Never mind, Guns. A patch that big wouldn't be safe to hold air." They were about eighty thousand the tedious two hours of free wheeling. have his course." Coulter squashed man returned to his own private Paul was wondering about the men checked the thigh harness of his emergency rocket, rocket—about 2 G's for sixty seconds—even if they had them. What a way to go home! He wondered what wrapped in its thick belly pad he wait out his time, or just unlock checked beyond the capacity of an emergency hang a bomb on the bottom of one of these airplanes, and fly along the "He's going our way, Paul. Have ground, right at what they wanted would sail right on into the target. You s'pose we could fix this buggy up with an A bomb or an H bomb we could let go a few hundred miles out? Stick a proximity fuse on it, and tradin' shots like we did on that last I'm not crazy about those broadside battles myself. You'd think they'd have found something better than these thirty caliber popguns by now, but the odds say we've got to throw as many different chunks of iron as a hit with a bomb at that distance, even if they didn't spot it and take off. What you'd need would be a rocket that could chase them, with the bomb for a head. And there's no way we could carry that size rocket, or fire it if we could. Some day these by one. He wished he'd acted more and we'll have a place to carry something like that." "How big would a rocket like that be?" "Five, six feet, by maybe a foot. crates will come with men's rooms, spoke again. "Ah been thinkin', cap'n. With a little redecoratin', Ah think Ah could get a rocket that size in here with me. We could weld a rail to one of the gun mounts that have us on hydroponic duty for the us playing around with bombs, till the experts get all the angles figured out, and build ships to handle them. "I've got him, Paul. He's got two "Well, forget about it. It's not a But it was Paul who couldn't forget advanced the throttle to 4 G's, and of a panel sliding aside in the nose of a sleek and gleaming ship, while a small rocket pushed its deadly snout forward, and then streaked off at tremendous acceleration. their usual double takes on a change mission, swapping insults with the a long overdue letter, that he remembered was going on leave. steadily. He didn't blame the old single squirt unless there was a good He couldn't keep his mind on a mission was spent free wheeling, it. He kept thinking of the armament officer. that sub-divided the men of the station. He blessed the advantage of better Paul remembered the time he had often than not the margin of victory. The American crews were a little sharper, a little better trained, but with their stripped down ships, and midget crewmen, with no personal station men. He hadn't thought about or why, when he found himself walking its third cycle, and he stood loose in for the leave he'd passed up at his fiftieth mission. He'd considered taking government says there's no war. of leaving the squadron, even for a the screep. Primary training. Basic and advanced training. The pride and excitement of being chosen for space Paul asked if he'd care to room together while Paul talked combat enough. There wasn't going to be like trying to get along with an Paul squared his shoulders, as befitted gimmick cooked up, to turn the U. S. S. R. upside down in a revolution, the next time power changed Anyway, he was just a space stop as he held up both hands in defense. Neither side bothered the other's on permanent alert. There just wasn't side couldn't have it, then the other to get out of the city for a few days, give domination of space, or make all-out war a good risk. They hadn't just to get a ship out and back, but gradually, as the ships improved, weapons. Back a year ago, the average patrol was nothing but a sightseeing that he just wanted to do a tour. Not that there was much to see, Paul all to herself, she calmed down. He wondered if he'd quit at to give up. Once she'd seen him with rocket on his chest. But he didn't feel as lucky as he used to. Twenty-nine years old, and he was starting to feel like an old man. He pictured himself lecturing to a group of eager in a good cause. He shrugged and looked easy, the way he was wandering and agreed to come. He switched off, adjusted the drape of his genuine same. If he hadn't tried that harebrained And on the last mission they'd Paul eyed the time-honored weapon away. "I think next we're going to try a slingshot," he said. THE END Transcriber's Note: hawk, though you had to admit his until they could do them backwards techniques were a bit irregular. with a Red, the Solter co-ordinates during a fight when he had no more the Moon. And using "right side up" as a basis for navigation. He chuckled again. Still, the service had had to concede on "right side up," in designing been able to simulate gravity without fouling up the ships so they had to call the pilot's head "up." There was something comforting about it. He'd driven a couple of the experimental ship rotated, and he hadn't cared for in a hurry, it worked in a hurry, and Coulter watched the pip move into his sightscreen. It settled less than a locked his helmet. "Nice job, Johnny. Let's button up. You with us, Guns?" Garrity sounded lazy as a well-fed 5 G's. And with the hiss of power, SF 308 began the deadly, intricate, precarious maneuver called a combat pass—a maneuver inherited from the aerial dogfight—though it often turned into something more like the broadside duels of the old sailing ships—as the best and least suicidal method of killing a spaceship. To his radar range. To come up his track at 2 mps relative velocity, firing six .30 caliber machine guns from fifty miles out. In the last three or four seconds, to break out just enough to clear him, praying that he won't they were lucky, the twenty-two frantic to kill a duplicate of themselves. slightly to center the pip. The momentary hiss of the rockets was a relief. He heard the muffled yammering as Guns fired a short burst but the burst drifted him forward over. The ship filled with vibration as Guns opened up. His eyes flicked from the sightscreen to the sky ahead, looking for the telltale flare of rockets—ready to follow like a ferret. There he is! sightscreen, concentrating on keeping the pip dead center. The guns hammered on. It seemed they'd been firing for centuries. At ten-mile range, the combat radar kicked the automatics firing cut out, as Garrity hung on with two, then three guns. He held it as long as he could. Closer than he ever had before. At They missed ramming by something yet it seemed to Paul he could make Was there something lopsided in the shape of that rocket plume, or was Paul was struggling with hundred-pound to himself. "Blow! Blow!" There, but for the grace of God.... Paul shuddered in a confused He cut back to 4 G's, noting that

<question>:
What was Paul's solution for not having to be in broadside battles anymore?

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A Using more of an element of surprise
B Firing on enemy ships from the ground
C Sending younger pilots instead of him
D Using rockets instead of traditional machine guns

<answer>:

D