Chapter 273 Digital Project, Poor Old Father
Seeing that the scholar was going to take care of this matter, Huo Linshan raised his hand and touched the hard stubble on his chin.
He felt that he was no longer suitable to stay here at the moment.
Lao Huo ran to the passenger seat, picked up the documents, and turned to leave.
There was no Old Wang watching over him, and he hadn't seen Wang Luyi for many years. The person in front of him was much younger than he remembered.
Even in terms of personality, they are not the same person at all.
Chen Mo was also a little embarrassed. He looked around but didn't find any soldiers nearby.
At this time, everyone was still having a meal in the cafeteria.
After making sure no one was around, he straightened his body, walked calmly up to Wang Luyi and said, "Hello, are you looking for Commander Wang?"
"Um."
After all, Wang Luyi is just a girl who has just started college. There is still a big difference in her performance when she is with her father and when she is alone.
Wang Luyi tapped her chin, subconsciously clutching the cloth bag in her left hand, and tucked her hair behind her ear with her right hand. "I saw a lot of military vehicles passing by the school today, and some seniors were deployed to provide support. I was worried about my dad, and since I couldn't get through on the phone, I came to check on him."
"The people in the camp didn't let you in?" Chen Mo frowned.
The Hedong Howitzer Battalion is the base of a demonstration camp. There are people on duty there and there are also cadres there.
It was late at night and the camp was located in a remote area.
Not to mention that the person in front of you is Lao Bangzi's daughter, even if she is an ordinary citizen, you can't leave her out there.
At least find out what happened, send the person to the city if necessary, and call the police if necessary. Don't ignore it.
Wang Luyi came from a military family, so she naturally knew what Chen Mo meant by asking this. She looked embarrassed and shook her head hurriedly: "No, no, I went to the gate to ask, and my dad wasn't there."
"I just wanted to wait by the roadside. I didn't want to go to the camp."
"I see."
After understanding the whole story, Chen Mo nodded.
But in my heart I was secretly cursing Lao Wang.
What kind of person has this taught his daughter? As a division commander, he can't rush to the front line even if there is a rescue operation.
What danger could there be?
The 188th Division dispatched almost two-thirds of its main forces to reinforce the dike. Chen Mo did not see Division Commander Tang commanding on the scene. What's more, Wang Songhe was just a guest here and it was even more impossible for him to participate in the rescue.
"Get in the car. I'll take you to the office and try to call Teacher Wang. He left the academy this morning and should have arrived at Qinglong Gorge by now. I may not be able to contact him with my permission."
"Thank you, Captain Chen!"
"You're welcome."
Chen Mo opened the driver's door and started the car. Wang Luyi sat in the passenger seat, holding his small cloth bag tightly in both hands, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
The West Campus is more than one kilometer away from the administrative building of the East Campus. Huo Linshan left the car there, which saved the two of them the walking distance.
The car just drove away.
The cafeteria was full of people studying. Several younger cadres, including Wang Yanjun, Wang Jianbin, Liang Hongjie, Qin Xiaojun, and Xu Zhanqi, all came out of the cafeteria holding big green sticks.
Look up at the vehicles going away.
"Wow, she really is Chief Wang's daughter." Man Xuexi gulped down a mouthful of beer, then squatted at the door of the cafeteria, his eyes flashing with gossip.
"Oh, like a sheep falling into the wolf's mouth, it was taken away by the scholar." Wang Jianbin stretched out his hand to push the frame of his glasses, squatted with Man Xuexue, and expressed his own experiences.
"You two better shut up, I don't think the battalion commander has any bad intentions. He's still young, and you guys don't understand."
Wang Yanjun held a cigarette in his mouth and smoked it calmly.
They were all people assigned by Chen Mo to each class to liven up the atmosphere. Now they were deliberately promoted by Huo Linshan and all came out to watch the fun.
It didn't take long.
Half of the hundreds of people in the cafeteria came out, and the dark crowd all looked towards the East Campus.
There was no program for the dinner, but this kind of gossip was more effective than any other program in the military camp.
Old Huo sacrificed the battalion commander's privacy and shifted the focus of everyone's discussion to the scholar's personal affairs.
Chen Mo didn't notice the situation in the cafeteria at the back.
Wang Luyi was arranged to sit on the sofa in the office, and the clerk was called to make her a cup of tea. A female soldier from the medical team was also notified to come and accompany her.
Only then did Chen Mo pick up the phone and prepare to contact Lao Wang.
But with the microphone in my hand, I really didn't know who to call.
Wang Songhe had said before that when the military exercises in southern Guangdong began, part of the troops stationed in the northwest would be withdrawn to their original barracks.
With a large-scale withdrawal of troops, who knows where this old man will go to take charge.
Under normal circumstances, Chen Mo would not be willing to go through so much trouble and try every possible means to contact the old man who once chased him and beat him up early in the morning.
But now, the family members are sitting in their office waiting for the letter with a worried look on their faces.
What to do?
Let’s fight!
Chen Mo first called the military district staff headquarters and asked the on-duty chief for the phone number of Commander-in-Chief Xu of the 47th Army.
After hanging up, he called the duty room of the 47th Army and asked for the specific location and contact number of the commander of the 61st Division. The call was transferred by the duty room, and he finally contacted Wang Songhe.
At this time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening on the 6th.
Lao Wang must have fallen asleep and was woken up again. He said in a rather aggressive tone, "Chen kid, you better really need me for something. What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?"
"Calling the military district to ask about me?"
"Hello, Chief!" Chen Mo heard the familiar voice and didn't care about the other party's attitude. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up at attention.
"What a fart! If you have something to say, let it out!"
Judging from the situation, Lao Wang is quite grumpy when he wakes up.
"Commander, I didn't want to disturb you. I came back after 8 o'clock and I haven't even had a breath. If I hadn't seen Comrade Wang Luyi hanging around the Hedong camp, I would have gone to bed long ago."
As usual, the opening remarks started with a bit of sympathy, while Chen Mo was chattering on and on to defend himself.
The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.
Instead, there was the sound of heavy breathing.
Chen Mo was stunned, and his instinct drove him to hold the microphone a little further away, speaking to Wang Luyi and the female soldiers of the medical team in the distance.
Three seconds later, a roar of the Hedong lion was heard.
"Damn you, Chen kid, are you tired of living? Why are you interrupting me with my daughter?"
"Believe it or not, I'll go over and kill you right now!!"
"I believe it, I definitely believe it." Chen Mo followed up with a shout from behind the microphone: "But Commander, before you shoot me, you'd better make it clear that I didn't use your daughter to distract you. If you don't believe me, just listen to it."
As Chen Mo spoke, he quickly raised his hand to greet Wang Luyi.
Although Wang Songhe is not his immediate superior, his rank is there, and he doesn't want to be scolded for no reason.
It's strange.
When Wang Luyi first arrived at the Non-commissioned Officer Academy, he was very uncomfortable with the unfamiliar environment.
Even seeing the familiar Captain Chen, I still felt awkward and helpless.
When Wang Lu suddenly heard his father's voice and saw Captain Chen trying hard to defend himself, he felt relieved.
She quickly put down her small cloth bag, walked up to Chen Mo with an apologetic look on her face and took the microphone.
"dad!"
“Hey!”
It’s done, the world is peaceful.
Chen Mo sighed, secretly feeling that it was difficult to be a good person. He picked up the cigarettes and matches on the desk, walked out of the office with a depressed look on his face, and left the space to Lao Bangzi.
He stood in the corridor smoking.
As a result, as soon as I went out, I looked down and saw the dog secretly surrounding twenty or thirty people downstairs. It seemed that they were planning to sneak upstairs to eavesdrop.
"Get lost!"
Chen Mo cursed angrily, and the crowd dispersed.
"Who is Chen scolding again?" Wang Songhe was hundreds of kilometers away, and his eyes widened like cow eggs when he heard the noise.
"Dad, Captain Chen isn't talking about me. He's out." Wang Lu pressed his face tightly against the microphone and explained in a low voice. He huddled in his seat like a quail.
"Humph! I don't think he would dare. Lu Yi, you have to keep an eye on this guy. Don't get too close to him. He's not a good guy."
Wang Songhe deliberately raised his voice.
"Damn, what a sin!"
Chen Mo noticed the movement in the house. With a cigarette in his mouth, he moved further away until he reached the stairs.
Then he leaned on the railing, thinking about how to send the person to Jinyang Medical College.
It was too late. Even if there was no delay, it would probably be midnight before we could send him to Jinyang City, and the medical school would have been closed long ago.
"battalion commander!"
As he was smoking a cigarette, the female soldier who was accompanying him from the medical team came over and said, "Why don't you put Comrade Wang in my dormitory tonight? Captain Liu is not in our four-person room, so you can rest for a night."
"Okay!" Chen Mo nodded without objection.
The female soldier just came over to report and then went back to the office to carry out her accompanying mission.
About ten minutes passed.
Chen Mo's mouth was numb from smoking, and only then did Wang Luyi follow the female soldier out.
But this time, she didn't hold tightly to the small cloth bag that she had always cherished like a treasure. She came to Chen Mo and said apologetically, "Sorry to bother you, Captain Chen."
"It's a small matter. Just contact my family." Chen Mo waved his hand and didn't take it seriously.
His connection with Lao Wang is too deep to be explained in just a few words.
I have a deeper connection with Xiao Wang, the classmate in front of me, but as the saying goes, there are many stages in a person's life, and each stage is a completely different person.
For example, although you at sixteen and you at twenty-two look similar, your knowledge, behavioral habits, and acquired experiences make you two completely different people.
A twenty-two-year-old, a twenty-eight-year-old, and a thirty-five-year-old are not the same person. Of course, these are all based on personality and how they behave.
When Chen Mo met Wang Luyi in his previous life, he was already a junior in college. He had obviously been exposed to a lot of school social customs and had become cheerful and generous.
He is completely different from Wang Luyi, the freshman in front of him.
There are some regrets in life, most of which are related to the memory and the person who is completely different from the memory. Once the personality changes,
Obsession may just turn into a sigh.
"It's too late today. You should go to the dormitory with Comrade Li Xiumei and rest for the night. I'll arrange a car to take you back to school tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, Captain Chen."
The little girl probably felt that her visit had caused trouble to the people in the camp, and she also saw her father scolding him for no reason.
I can't bear it.
Wang Lu hesitated for a moment before opening his small cloth bag and taking out a pair of hand-knitted woolen gloves. He stuffed them into Chen Mo's hands and said, "I heard that it's very cold in Jinyang in the winter. I knitted them for my father, but he's not here. I'm giving them to Captain Chen."
After delivering the gloves, Wang Luyi once again clenched the shriveled cloth bag, lowered his head and hurried away.
Chen Mo lowered his head in a daze, looking at the gloves in his hands knitted with red wool, the color of which was the same as his fucking woolen pants.
"This is the knife that killed me."
I looked at the gloves left and right. The size was suitable and I could wear them. But if Lao Wang saw this, he would definitely shoot himself with his 81 gun.
Chen Mo shook his head, went back to the office and stuffed the gloves into the drawer of the filing cabinet.
Just as he put it down, instructor Fang Peijun walked in rubbing his eyes.
"Have Commander Wang's family members been settled?"
Lao Fang walked into the office and looked around, but didn't see anyone, so he started asking.
"Well, Captain Liu is still at the 301 Hospital, so let her stay in Captain Liu's dormitory."
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Chen Mo dragged over a chair and handed it to the instructor. Then he sat on the office chair and picked up a cigarette and threw it to him.
Fang Peijun is an experienced person.
He didn't rush to sit down. Instead, holding a cigarette between his fingers, he walked to the file cabinet drawer, opened it, glanced at the gloves inside and smiled: "It's better to raise a daughter. Daughters know how to care for others."
"Oh, I miss my daughter."
As Lao Fang spoke, he sat down on the chair and took out a booklet that looked like a driver's license from his pocket. It contained photos of a little girl.
He handed it to Chen Mo: "Scholar, look, this is mine."
Chen Mo reached out to take it. He knew that this was a stress response after being rescued. While he was glad to be alive, he couldn't wait to find someone he had a good relationship with to share his happiness.
There are only six or seven photos in the album.
There is a girl of five or six years old in the photo. She is wearing a colorful cotton-padded jacket in every photo. Some of the photos were taken in the snow, some were taken under a poplar tree, and some were taken in a photo studio, with background pictures.
By comparison, the girls in the album are obviously bigger than the last. It is not difficult to see that Fang Peijun probably only takes his annual leave near the Chinese New Year.
The major and deputy battalion commander still did not meet the requirements for family members to join the army.
The demonstration camp still has a long way to go to fulfill the promises made before.
Chen Mo didn't let the fun down. He carefully checked each photo and then returned it with a smile: "Honestly, Lao Fang, if you had shown me this album before setting out for the rescue, I wouldn't have let you go no matter what."
"What do you mean?" Fang Peijun was a little confused.
But he was only stunned for a moment, then he snatched back the photo album and stuffed it into his pocket, saying, "By the way, I came here to discuss serious matters with you, and you almost interrupted me."
"Just now you were dealing with the matter of Commander Wang's family. The clerk didn't come to report. The military district has issued a temporary notice that they will hold a meeting at 9:00 tomorrow morning, and the Kyoto Demonstration Camp will also send representatives."
"I'm thinking since you haven't been mentioned by name, then you should go and participate. I guess they're going to summarize this rescue operation. The 188th Division has such a big incident, the military region has to show some appreciation."
Chen Mo nodded.
This meeting will definitely take place, but some things cannot be said openly.
During last year's flood relief efforts, a large number of life jackets were distributed, but a small number of them had quality issues, which caused trouble for a certain pontoon unit and led to an accident that should not have happened.
The headquarters was furious and dealt with the matter seriously and with iron fists.
This time it is not as serious as last year, but it is a rescue operation after all. The situation of the 188th Division must be related to some of the reasons.
Tomorrow's meeting is not so easy to attend.
I'm afraid a large number of units will be held accountable, and maybe people from the Kyoto headquarters will come over.
"The meeting is a small matter."
After Fang Peijun finished talking about the military district meeting, he called the clerk and handed him a faxed document.
"Look, I was so tired when I came back that I forgot about it."
"This is an aid program spearheaded by the Academy of Military Science. A mentor at the academy suggested providing our information demonstration camp with analog digital signal connectivity."
"Currently, a group of instructors from the Academy of Sciences have already set off to Peking University and Tsinghua University to collaborate with several academicians from the computer science departments of the academies of Peking University and Tsinghua University to establish professional projects and conduct research on digital systems for equipment."
Digital Project
Chen Mo held the document in his hand and was not surprised by the establishment of the project.
The development of informatization, or its scope, is far beyond the imagination of the grassroots level, but the combat effectiveness has not been actually demonstrated at the grassroots level.
Firstly, the experiment was really bad and failed many times.
Secondly, it is impossible to expect grassroots cadres and commanders to be at the same level of thinking as the technical experts of the Academy of Sciences.
The decentralization of technology requires time to transition. The improvement of academic qualifications of the entire army and the training of national defense students are the products of this environment.
It is not difficult to see from the introduction in the manual of the Type 98 main battle tank that the conception and research on informatization and digitalization were many years earlier than their actual appearance.
Of course.
The first generation Type 98 or old Type 98 main battle tank cannot meet the data in the manual at all. Overall, it is indeed stronger than the 96A, but the strength is extremely limited.
To truly adjust and possess complete informationization and digitization, we have to wait and see the later 99A. The performance of that thing can truly meet the test data.
Seeing Chen Mo just flipping through the documents without saying anything, Fang Peijun was a little confused.
"What's wrong? You don't seem interested in digital project establishment. This should be a good thing for us."
"It's not that I'm not interested." Chen Mo shook his head: "It's just that it's too early to be interested now. This is just a project launch. I'm afraid it will take a long time to actually put it in place."
"It's only a matter of time before digital projects are launched. Let's take a simple example. Since the early 1990s, after Operation Desert Storm, the entire military has been talking about air-ground integration. This proposal has been raised for nearly 10 years, and there's still no solution."
"To truly achieve air-ground integration, in addition to high-frequency communications, more importantly, the Army and Air Force's main combat equipment configuration and computing information situation can be shared in real time."
"To put it simply, it's about the unification of equipment systems. Only in this way can we truly achieve air-ground integration, and at the same time, the integration of informatization and mechanization can achieve a leap forward."
"Main battle equipment such as tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, artillery, rockets, tactical missiles, and even individual soldier equipment, a large number of technical weapons, light and heavy equipment, can all achieve local area networking of co-located digital information. That is the true meaning of digital project establishment."
"It's too early to mention it now."
There was one more thing Chen Mo didn't say, which was that according to the timeline of his previous life, if this digital project could be completed within seven years, it would be a very optimistic estimate.
Of course, this does not mean that there will be no help in the next seven years. Digital projects will speed up the research of systems that are more powerful than the cross-linked satellite positioning system. There will be a qualitative leap in radar, fire control and other aspects.
Let me give you a simple example.
In the past, if the Blue Army Battalion encountered long-range bombing on the battlefield during an exercise, it would need to mobilize drones to conduct reconnaissance in the direction of the shells.
Then lock the enemy's position. Not only does this waste time, but if the enemy commander reacts quickly, the artillery will probably have moved away long ago.
And digital project establishment.
Subsequent fire control radars and ballistic radars will be released one after another. As long as the Kyoto Demonstration Camp is there, they will always be the first unit to come into contact with new equipment.
At that time, if any howitzer or long-range rocket launcher dares to carry out long-range bombing on the battlefield again, the specific coordinates of the opponent can be directly locked through radar.
No drones are needed to launch a counterattack immediately.
The more information-based and digitally-based the equipment is, the more powerful the fire control radar will be. The enemy's attack can be completely intercepted by the air defense company.
The helicopter's electromagnetic jamming bombs simultaneously targeted the enemy's positions to clear the ground. It can be said that at that point, Chen Mo was the real bloody butcher.
A battalion or an information regiment can massacre a million-strong division in one night.
But not now.
The establishment of digital projects can only be regarded as the arrival of an era in which information technology experiments have truly made rapid progress, but it will not overwhelm mechanization so quickly.
Fang Peijun was overwhelmed by Chen Mo's professional terminology.
He shook his head repeatedly: "Okay, okay, okay, just keep it in mind."
"I'm here to tell you the news."
Fang Peijun had never worked at the grassroots level before, and knew very little about mechanization, let alone informatization, synthesis, and digitization.
He doesn't interfere in training matters.
After finishing the business, Lao Fang stood up with his hands behind his back, walked around the office twice, opened the drawer to look at the red gloves inside, and his old face was smiling like a blooming daisy.
"Hey, you are so lucky, scholar. Why didn't anyone give me gloves? When I first went on a blind date with my wife, I took her out for a meal of dumplings and the marriage was settled."
"Unlike you, you even have gloves to wear, tsk tsk tsk!!"
Chen Mo was originally thinking about the project, but when he heard this guy making fun of the gloves again, he immediately said angrily: "If you like it, take it away and use it as a betrothal gift."
"When your daughter grows up, I will be your son-in-law."
"Fuck, get out!"
Fang Peijun glared, then laughed and said, "Scholar, you still don't understand. I'm sure you're in trouble."
"I won't say any more. I'm going to go check on the dinner."
Finished.
Instructor Fang patted his butt and left, looking quite cool.
At first, Chen Mo really didn't think about what the trouble Fang Peijun was talking about was.
But soon, trouble really came.
At one o'clock in the morning on September 7, Chen Mo had just fallen asleep in the dormitory and had not even closed his eyes for half an hour.
Wang Jianyong rushed into the dormitory, woke Chen Mo up, and said urgently: "Battalion Commander, urgent military information, someone from the military region is looking for you."
When Chen Mo heard this, he was shocked.
I hurriedly put on my clothes and ran to the office, but there was no such urgent military information.
The call was from that old bastard Wang Songhe. After the call was connected, he talked nonsense for several minutes but never got to the point.
Try every possible means to find out what Chen Mo did at night.
He was so angry that he had no choice but to make a few random remarks. He said "yes" several times in a row and hung up the phone because of the bad signal.
At three in the morning, the phone rang again.
Come back at five o'clock.
After a night of sleep, when Chen Mo woke up, he wanted to bite someone alive to vent his anger.
This old bastard not only didn't sleep all night, but he also didn't let him sleep.
What does that mean? ! !
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