Zheng Ya didn't dare tell the generals of the Southeast Military Region about the enemy situation, fearing it would frighten them.
If we could cultivate all the talents needed to command an aircraft carrier fleet, it goes without saying that we would be able to deal with enemy attacks.
However, the generals of the Southeast Military Region kept delaying, so things were hard to say.
Fortunately, Zheng Ya's words that soldiers take orders as their duty made the officers compromise, and in less than ten minutes they assembled the leaders of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Regiments in the square outside the reception room.
To maintain secrecy, Zheng Ya stood up and said, "Leaders, please call in one class to receive my technical initiation."
After it's done, please have someone clear the clutter from the meeting room, and then proceed to the reception room in company-sized units to receive the technical instruction. Is that alright?
"Alright, I'll wait and see. Call for reinforcements." The old general really didn't believe in such superstitions!
Having fought battles for most of his life, and yet never experiencing a moment of profound enlightenment, isn't that just fooling around?
With a rustling sound, a squad of soldiers marched into the reception room in neat formation.
The officers all stood up to watch the spectacle, eager to see Zheng Ya make a fool of himself.
Zheng Ya smiled faintly and waved his hand at the twelve men standing in a row in front of him: "Leading soldiers, carrying the red star, enter the hall, forge elites, and the flight squad, please leave the hall."
"Comrade Zheng Ya, are you chanting scriptures here?" The old general frowned and scolded, unable to bear it any longer. This was truly nonsense!
After a lifetime of revolution, how could I believe his nonsense?
Isn't this all nonsense?
The other officers were about to echo the general's denunciation of Zheng Ya when they noticed a platoon of soldiers looking shocked, and they were immediately filled with doubt and uncertainty.
The squad leader excitedly exclaimed, "Reporting, sir! I think I can fly a plane now?"
"You bastard, are you having a fit of hysteria? Flying a plane? I think you're just spouting nonsense!" The old general was furious. This was outrageous!
The squad leader lowered his head in grievance and complained, "I already know how to fly a plane, don't I?"
It's as if I suddenly learned—no, I learned—more than a decade's worth of flying experience.
“Yes, I also have more than ten years of experience flying planes…” the soldiers said one after another.
This was just a piece of technology that Zheng Ya had only found from the Japanese soldier who had been flying the plane the longest, and that he had planned to store it in the cerebellum memory storage area.
The old general was furious: "Get out of here, all of you! I can't stand these fraudulent charlatans..."
"Old General, tell me what skill you want to learn?"
"Talk is cheap; you, as a general, have no right to doubt the soldiers' words or insult their dignity." Zheng Ya understood the old general's unwavering faith, but one shouldn't be too stubborn.
There are many incomprehensible things in the world, and we should not oppose others' acceptance and understanding if we do not understand or accept them ourselves.
The old general laughed in exasperation: "Fine, I've dedicated my life to the revolution, and I'm proficient in all kinds of technologies."
The only things he can't do are fly a plane and operate an aircraft carrier group.
"Learn anything from me, and let me witness your magical ability to influence other people's minds!"
The words "divine art" were emphasized.
They didn't mention evil magic, which was already giving Zheng Ya face.
Zheng Ya didn't mind, and with a faint smile, she waved her hand, giving him a guiding gesture: "The old general is too hot-tempered, he should go down into the deep sea in a submarine to cool off."
"Holy crap, this is real knowledge of commanding submarines! I could learn it in a second? How is that possible?" The old general cursed in disbelief, beginning to doubt the authenticity of the knowledge on operating and commanding submarines.
The political commissar, worried that this stubborn old mule would take it seriously, stood up and said, "Alright, the higher-ups won't joke with us."
Comrade Zheng Ya also demonstrated his abilities to us, providing technical instruction to the soldiers. Let's begin!
"Alright, you guys organize people to receive Comrade Zheng Ya's technical instruction first. I'll go down into the submarine and give it a try. I really don't believe in such nonsense." The old general was serious, but he didn't stop the soldiers from receiving the technical instruction.
After the old general left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been relieved of their pressure and felt completely at ease.
Therefore, all the clutter in the reception room was cleared out, and the empty space was used by the company to enter the reception room and receive Zheng Ya's technical instruction.
Zheng Ya provided technical training based on the reorganization of personnel and technology for the three aircraft carrier battle groups.
In less than an hour, the initiation ceremony was completed for all of them.
Each person receives one technical skill, which only costs 100 Zhengde Points—extremely cheap.
Three reinforced regiments, totaling more than four thousand men.
It only cost 400,000 Zhengde coins.
Zheng Ya earned over three million Zhengde coins simply by piloting the aircraft carrier fleet back to Hong Kong, so he didn't care about spending those few Zhengde coins.
After completing the technical initiation task, Zheng Ya stood up and left: "Distinguished leaders, you are all busy, I'll take my leave now..."
"Wait, Comrade Zheng Ya, you've already come all this way. If you leave without having a meal, won't people say that our Southeast Military Region is stingy and doesn't know how to treat guests?" The political commissar hurriedly urged him to stay for lunch.
If you treat this person well, how will you ask them for favors in the future?
The key is, who would complain about having too much talent?
Now that you've brought this wonderful thing home, you should let it breed and have more litters, right?
Zheng Ya realized that this was a way of inviting people to stay for dinner!
They were incredibly enthusiastic, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were trembling with excitement, almost ready to pounce on each other and get intimate.
Human nature is inherently greedy; no one can escape the allure of worldly desires!
Zheng Ya said with a laugh, "It's not right for you to block my way out. You can't stop me from leaving."
If you have any requests, call your superiors immediately. Trying to play tricks on me won't work.
"Yes, yes, this kind of thing must be approved by higher authorities, and talent control and confidentiality must be implemented in place."
"Comrade Zheng Ya, please wait a moment, I'll make a call and be right back!" The political commissar only realized after being reminded that this matter really could not be decided on his own, as it would violate the regulations of the higher authorities.
Zheng Ya nodded slightly, agreeing to stop for three minutes if necessary. The political commissar was happy to run out. The old general went down into the submarine to try it out once, and excitedly ran back to the reception room, saying, "Haha, Comrade Zheng Ya, quick, give me a few more techniques."
Ideally, I'd fly a plane; those are the iron machines I've always dreamed of conquering…
"Old General, you should save your breath!"
"I'm getting too old to fly a plane; it could be fatal. Don't make me make a mistake." Zheng Ya refused outright.
What a joke! He's in his seventies or eighties, and he still wants to fly a plane? Are you kidding me?
The old general was displeased: "Comrade Zheng Ya, who are you looking down on?"
"General, comrade, please respect medicine, respect science, and even more so, respect the country's construction and equipment. Stop joking around."
"You're a general; you know better than anyone what your every move signifies." Zheng Ya didn't want to argue with him or spout nonsense.
This is not about physical strength.
Rather, it's the dizziness of flying in an airplane that places high demands on the pilot's mental state, something that older people with aging minds cannot withstand.
The old general took it seriously, holding onto his arm tightly: "Comrade Zheng Ya, if anything happens, it has nothing to do with you."
"It's nothing for you to just wave your hand. Come on, I'm ready..."
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