After a space interception and a wormhole穿越, Ming Zhao opened her eyes to find herself in 1970 as the "little pitiful one" abused by her adoptive parents.
The Alliance's new scien...
Mingzhao raised her eyelids and glanced indifferently at Wang Ai in the shadows by the door, her gaze as if she were looking at dust on the roadside.
"Engineer Wang."
Mingzhao's voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's ears clearly.
"Whether I rely on others or my own abilities will be revealed on the training ground. Whether my methods are effective or not, we'll find out tomorrow. As for the consequences..."
Mingzhao's lips curled into a very faint smile, and he casually looked away.
"No need for you to trouble yourself."
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This exercise is a joint exercise between military regions, taking place deep in the Yanshan Mountains surrounding Beicheng, in an area with extremely complex terrain.
Gray clouds hung low over the mountains, and the damp, cold air felt as if you could wring water out of it.
The exercise command post was located in a semi-underground bunker. A huge battle map was laid out, and the sounds of telephones ringing, radio calls, and staff officers' urgent reports mingled together, creating a tense and solemn atmosphere.
In one corner of the command post, several radios were temporarily set up for communication support. Two of them were old-fashioned backpack radios that were currently the mainstay of the military region's equipment, and they were as heavy as stones.
The other was an advanced tactical radio from a certain country, gleaming with a metallic sheen and clearly bearing import markings, being carefully tended to by several technicians.
That was something Wang Ai painstakingly acquired as a benchmark and insurance.
Wang Ai, wearing a technical consultant badge around her neck, stood firmly beside the imported radio.
His eyes would occasionally dart toward the entrance to the command post, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.
Director Wang stood in front of the huge map, his brows furrowed.
The exercise has begun, and frontline troops have reported that the pre-set wired communication lines have been destroyed by the enemy in many places in the complex mountainous terrain.
Wireless communication is subject to strong electromagnetic interference and shielding by complex terrain, resulting in extremely low timing efficiency of command links.
His anxious gaze frequently drifted towards the entrance.
"Report!" a staff officer shouted.
"The forward reconnaissance unit has lost contact for more than 15 minutes. The last transmitted signal coordinates were near Eagle's Beak Cliff in Area 7, but the signal quality was extremely poor and could not be confirmed."
The atmosphere in the command center instantly became even more tense.
Eagle Beak Cliff is a strategically important reconnaissance point planned for the exercise.
"Immediately call one of the reconnaissance teams using the imported radio and switch to the backup frequency."
Director Wang gave the order decisively, his gaze sweeping over the imported equipment.
Wang Ai's spirits lifted, and she personally stepped forward to give orders to the operators in charge.
"Quickly, use Triumph Call, turn the power up to the maximum, and activate anti-interference mode."
The operator quickly activated the system, and the imported radio emitted a low hum, while the power indicator light illuminated.
"Reconnaissance Team One, Reconnaissance Team One, this is command post, please respond, please respond."
The operator's voice was broadcast over the radio.
Everyone in the command post perked up their ears.
The only response they received was a chilling, continuous rustling sound: "Shh... Sizzle... Crackle..."
"Change the frequency! Change the frequency now!" Wang Ai shouted sharply, sweat beading on her forehead.
The operator frantically switched channels.
However, no matter which preset frequency was switched to, the only response to the command center was an even more violent and desperate noise.
That expensive imported Triumph was rendered completely mute in this real combat environment.
"waste!"
Director Wang's face turned ashen, and he slammed his fist on the table.
Time ticked by, and the loss of contact with the reconnaissance unit meant a huge tactical risk. A heavy silence and anxiety filled the command post.
Just then.
"Report. Communications Department, Tianyin Support Team has arrived."
The guards at the gate shouted loudly.
Swish. All eyes instantly focused on it.
Mingzhao and Su Shi were soaked to the bone and covered in mud, looking like two mud monkeys just pulled out of a mud pit.
Mingzhao carried one on his back and held two equally muddy black square boxes in his left and right hands.
The rough casing, the ugly heat sink, the awkward hand crank connector...
The command post, with its gleaming floor and sophisticated instruments, looked particularly jarring and...shabby.
"Pfft..." Someone couldn't help but let out a very low sneer.
When Wang Ai saw Ming Zhao and the three black boxes in her hand, she was first stunned, then her eyes burst with wild joy and undisguised contempt.
She suppressed the sneer at the corners of her mouth and spoke loudly and deliberately.
"Comrade Mingzhao! Why are you so late? And why are you in such a state?"
"Quick, set up your precious equipment! The frontline reconnaissance team has lost contact; they're at Eagle's Beak Cliff. It's up to you now."
Wang Ai covered her mouth, a hint of regret in her eyes: "By the way, I heard that your husband, Commander Huo, is also in this reconnaissance team."
You absolutely must find him.
Her voice was filled with exaggerated anticipation and a malicious urge to see her make a fool of herself.
Those around her looked at Mingzhao with curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes after hearing her words.
Director Wang was aware of this connection with the Ming Dynasty, and he looked at her at that moment.
He felt a mix of emotions at that moment.
Mingzhao gave a faint "hmm".
He seemed oblivious to the snickers around him and the barbs in Wang Ai's words.
She wiped the rain and mud off her face, her eyes calm and serene.
"Comrade Su Xuan, set up Unit 1, preset frequency channel 3."
Mingzhao's voice was steady, with an undeniable rhythm that made people unconsciously believe in her.
Su Xuan nodded immediately without the slightest hesitation.
The two moved swiftly, ignoring the doubtful, mocking, or indifferent gazes around them.
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