In that era, people's cultural level was generally low, and the conditions for enlisting in the army were relatively relaxed. Rural soldiers had to graduate from elementary school, and urban soldiers had to graduate from junior high school. As long as they passed the physical examination, they could join the army.
Engineer Wu was very humble and did not show any formality to the soldiers. He patiently drew the principle of listening to lectures at circular desks on the small blackboard.
A soldier asked Wu Gong, "Oh, so you studied for so many years? Did you study just to teach us how to arrange the desks?"
Wu Gong smiled and said, "It's not just about arranging desks. Even though I'm not as strong as you and I can't shoot a gun, the books I've read and the knowledge I've learned can teach you how to be stronger and shoot more accurately."
As he spoke, he became interested and explained to the soldiers the parabola principle when throwing grenades: "You see, if you throw it horizontally, it won't go far. If you throw it up into the air, it won't go far either. Only by applying force at this angle can you throw it the farthest!"
Even though these male soldiers don't understand physics, they still have a lot of experience in throwing grenades.
Upon hearing this, he found that the experience he had gained from throwing grenades and swollen his shoulder coincided with the principle mentioned by the expert. He immediately became very interested, surrounded Engineer Wu and was reluctant to leave, asking questions non-stop.
If I had understood these principles earlier, why wouldn’t I have been able to find the trick?
Tan Lujin was also stunned. He had always believed that nerds were just nerds, and no matter how much they read, they were not as strong as their fists. "Engineer Wu, if you say so, grenades can be thrown farther and farther, and even to other countries?"
I knew this question was a bit stupid, but I couldn't help asking it.
Engineer Wu nodded. "Yes, if you throw it with your hands at close range, it's called a grenade. If you want to throw it farther, you have to use a tool, and it's called a cannonball. If you want to throw it farther, you have to use a more powerful tool, and it's called a missile."
The soldiers were so excited that their blood boiled. One of them even asked the soldier who was arranging the desks: "If teachers had taught like this when I was in school, I could have become a scientist!"
Another soldier retorted, "If your village had a teacher like Wu Gong, then everyone in your village would be a high-ranking official!"
Tan Lujin coughed forcefully. "You must listen carefully to the lecture tomorrow and live up to the organization's trust and expectations. Go and sign up, and protect experts like Engineer Wu! Protect our motherland!"
Mr. Wu did not expect that an unintentional conversation and explanation could have such a good motivational effect.
It's actually quite normal for these teenage boys to enjoy watching girls flirt with each other when they have nothing better to do. However, as long as they have a goal to strive for and proper guidance, they won't dwell on romantic relationships. Many researchers at the base are so dedicated to this pursuit.
Especially these boys who grew up watching war movies have an extraordinary enthusiasm for weapons.
Their idea is that no matter how powerful a sharpshooter is, he is not as powerful as the person who created the sharpshooter, and even less powerful than the expert who created the bullet that could hit the enemy country!
Mr. Wu is their new idol.
When it came to the class the next day, Tan Lujin didn't have to worry at all. The male soldiers all followed Engineer Wu's instructions, afraid of missing a single word.
Wu Gong’s fans naturally include Tan Lujin.
During class, he would bring a small stool and sit behind the male soldiers, listening attentively. After class, he would also listen to the soldiers asking questions to the experts.
Compared with male soldiers, female soldiers have much more difficulty attending classes.
Not understanding is one thing, but the mental pressure is what makes them most uncomfortable.
In this era, the military has not yet realized the importance of psychological counseling. Soldiers who have to face life and death choices every day rely entirely on strong psychological qualities to adjust themselves.
The female soldiers had just experienced a dangerous situation. Due to their military status, they did not dare to complain. They kept their grievances and fears in their hearts. They could not concentrate at all during the class.
After sitting all day, the female soldiers returned to the dormitory. Someone said, "Listening to a class like this is worse than practicing shooting. I used to feel tired after lying down all day, but now I know there's nothing more tiring than listening to a class like this! Do those male soldiers who keep laughing along really understand?"
Liu Chun was about to cry: "Anyway, I didn't understand anything at all."
If I hadn’t seen the company commander also attending the class, I really wanted to close my eyes and take a nap.
Jiang Jun listened to their discussion, looked at the information in his hand, and while thinking about the problem, he looked at Mo Xiaohui calmly.
There were no nuclear weapons in this era, and the damage caused by atomic bombs also prevented countries from conducting nuclear explosions on land. The nouns and English words in the information did not contain any content related to preventing radiation, so this military base must be relatively safe.
If that's the case, then she must pass the exam.
Judging from Mr. Zhang's attitude, he is willing to recruit her to work in the internal core confidential department.
Then she will basically have a stable life for the next three years and won't have to worry about the ups and downs in the outside world. The cultural reform will not be completed for another five or six years.
By being with these people, she can slowly get to know them, learn about the situation abroad, and maybe even find out about Jiang Yuan.
After all, in this era, the circle of Chinese people studying abroad is still very small.
He Xiangdong shouted from his bed, "Second Squad Leader, when we're tidying up tomorrow morning, can I switch with Liu Chun?"
The physiological reaction is very strong and it’s so uncomfortable.
Jiang Jun looked up and replied, "Sure!"
Wang Juan, who was sleeping opposite, hushed them: "Keep your voices down! The squad leader is asleep!"
Jiang Jun turned his head in surprise. Mo Xiaohui was hiding herself under the quilt, which was unusual for her. It was hard to tell whether she was asleep or didn't want to be disturbed.
She turned around and waved at He Xiangdong, then lowered her head and whispered to Liu Chun, "Remember to stay and tidy up your room tomorrow morning. Don't rush out."
Liu Chun stuck out his tongue and grinned, "Okay! Second Squad Leader, you have to pull me over tomorrow morning too."
The instructors' management is more humane. The list of female soldiers responsible for housekeeping can be changed at any time. The squad leader only needs to report to the platoon leader when they gather for morning exercises that day. Unlike male soldiers, they cannot be changed at will.
Jiang Jun patted Liu Chun's quilt and said, "Go to sleep first. I'll wait until lights out."
She put down the documents, went downstairs to put on her shoes, picked up the wash basin and toothbrush, and went to find He Xiangdong: "Accompany me to brush my teeth!"
Taking the opportunity of brushing her teeth, she wanted to discuss Mo Xiaohui with Xiangdong.
Qi Jiaping moved even faster, jumping down to the ground: "I'm going too!"
It's time to reveal my dad's identity. After all, we are all from the same division and we are so close, there must be no secrets!
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