Chapter 714: Young Master of Which Family? "You...you kid...you really know how to give me a hard time. Come on, come on, you're right, a good sword must be used where it's needed most. It's of great significance for someone like you to go to the front lines to provide support in person!"
He bit his tongue, "Alright, I'll find a way to get you a technician's identity and assign you to a logistics or technical support unit. I'll try to keep you close to the front lines but still relatively safe. But you must promise me that you will never act rashly and will follow orders. Your mission is to ensure equipment and to fight. I'm waiting for you to come back and keep your promise."
Lu Qingyang was ecstatic, his heart finally at ease. "Yes, Professor Qian, thank you. I promise to complete the mission and come back alive."
Time is running out and every second counts.
Under Professor Qian's full coordination and instructions from the highest level, a production line in an arsenal with highly skilled workers and a strong sense of confidentiality was urgently adjusted.
Lu Qingyang took his "handmade prototype gun" and some of the core secrets of "special materials" and moved directly into the factory. In fact, he spent most of his time in the workshop.
In the next few days, Lu Qingyang experienced unprecedented busyness and had only a few days of sleep and rest.
A few days later, a new rifle and its supporting ammunition were finally completed, although the number was large, but enough to equip two elite assault platoons.
At the same time, Professor Qian also used all his connections to obtain a very special identity for Lu Qingyang, a special consultant for the technical support team, on the grounds of "top-secret military technology testing and front-line actual combat data collection."
He will follow the military train transporting this batch of weapons and report directly to the front-line command headquarters, where he will be responsible for the final delivery of this batch of new weapons, as well as their use training and battlefield technical support.
Lu Qingyang didn't even tell Shen Mo about this. He just said that he would be away for a while due to school activities and asked her to take care of the family.
Shen Mo nodded thoughtfully, "Well, then you should be careful outside and come back early."
The school would definitely approve such a long vacation, or with the assistance of Professor Qian, they applied for leave for him on the grounds of a state secret mission.
The next morning, the sky was slightly bright.
Several military trucks covered with tarpaulins quietly drove past the arsenal and headed straight for the train station.
Lu Qingyang, several escorting officers, and representatives from the Ministry of Military Industry climbed into the cab of the last truck.
With the long whistle blowing, the military train slowly started and headed towards the border.
Lu Qingyang, the unusually young "specially invited consultant", was leaning alone in a corner covered with cushions, resting his eyes.
Several days of high-intensity work with only one sleep and one rest had stretched his physical strength to its limit.
As soon as the car got off, my heavy eyelids could no longer hold up and I fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.
This scene seemed particularly glaring in the eyes of others.
Especially the young assistant named Li, who was a student of an old colleague of Professor Qian. He prided himself on having a professional background and solid skills. He cherished the opportunity to provide technical support to the front line and was eager to show his ability.
He saw that Lu Qingyang was so young, and he was given the title of "consultant" right away. He also fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. He did not have the nervousness and enthusiasm for discussion that other experts had before the battle. He felt dissatisfied and disdainful.
He moved closer to his teacher, Engineer Zhang, and pouted in Lu Qingyang's direction, his tone sour:
"Teacher, look at that guy... who is he? He's been talking nonsense all the time and just knows how to sleep. It's already this late. Is he really that mean? Could he be some leader's son, shoved in here to gild his reputation and gain experience? Just don't cause trouble for us later."
Engineer Zhang pushed up his glasses, glanced at Lu Qingyang, and frowned slightly.
He was a little suspicious in his heart. This young man really looked too much like a regular technical consultant.
But he was older and more composed, and whispered, "Don't make blind guesses. Since you're specially sent from the front, you should be reasonable and just do your own thing."
Having said that, the other people in the car obviously heard Xiao Li's complaints, and the way they looked at Lu Qingyang was more inquiring and slightly contemptuous.
In such a tense atmosphere, a companion who looks "professional" and "careful" can easily cause disgust.
Seeing that the teacher did not stop him sternly, Xiao Li became bolder and raised his voice a little, as if he wanted to tell the people around him:
"He looks like he's here to mess around. He's so delicate, he probably hasn't even touched a gun many times, right? He's still a consultant, don't let him piss his pants when he hears a gunshot, and then we have to distract ourselves to protect him."
This remark caused a few suppressed sneers from the people nearby.
At this moment, the train passed a fork in the track and shook violently.
Lu Qingyang seemed to be disturbed in his sleep, his brows slightly furrowed, his consciousness moved a little, but he did not wake up, he just shrank deeper into the corner and continued his sleep.
He was completely unaware of the suspicions and discussions in the carriage, whether overt or covert, or rather, he paid no attention to them at all.
You have no real ability and just rely on talking to gain ground. Once you get to the front line, you will naturally see the truth.
What he needs most now is to recover his energy every second.
Lu Qingyang slept like this for several days all the way, and only woke up in a daze when he was extremely hungry.
Then, under the gazes of the crowd, whether overt or covert, he slowly took out a few snacks wrapped in oil paper from the canvas he brought with him. They were specially prepared for him by the restaurant before he left home, and they were still a little soft.
He ate with great relish, and every once in a while he would unscrew the lid of his military canteen and drink a few liters of water.
The aroma of the meat filling and noodles, mixed with a hint of chopped green onions, seemed particularly tempting in this stuffy carriage.
The fragrance spreads, making people's stomachs growl with greed.
Looking at the cold, hard, and rough steamed bread in his hand, which was enough to knock a dog unconscious, and the pitiful amount of pickled vegetables, he suddenly found the dry food in his hand even harder to swallow.
Xiao Li bit into a steamed bun fiercely. He squinted at Lu Qingyang's "enjoyable" look, especially the greasy meat. The dissatisfaction and preconceived prejudice in his heart reached a peak.
He leaned closer to Engineer Zhang and said, "Huh, see? Teacher, these days, people who carry around white flour and meat on their journeys are just ordinary people. We eat steamed bread and drink cold water, while they eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks. What do you say?"
Engineer Zhang looked at Lu Qingyang's profile as he ate calmly, then looked at Xiao Li who was filled with righteous indignation, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.
They were all waiting to see what kind of "trouble" this "backdoor" young man would bring to the front line.
Lu Qingyang finished his meal quietly, carefully put away the oil paper, screwed the lid of the kettle tightly, then leaned against the box again, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep again to recuperate.
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