After the old man put on his headphones, Gao Ang quickly pressed the switch on them.
"Grandpa, you can command this vehicle now."
"Relying solely on brains?"
The old man was still a little skeptical, pointed to his temple, and asked a question.
"Yeah, just think about how it should go, whether it's turning or reversing..."
Before Gao Ang could finish speaking, the mobility scooter started moving.
Unlike Xiaohua who rushed out directly, this one started slowly and leisurely.
Once the speed stabilized, Grandpa controlled the car and drove it around the yard again and again.
"Hahaha, kid, this is a really good thing. Get me one, no, four. I'll keep one for myself and give the other three to my old comrades-in-arms, hahaha."
The old man was genuinely delighted. Upon seeing the car's amazing capabilities, the first thing that came to his mind was his old comrades-in-arms.
Some were paralyzed, some had limbs amputated...
With this guy, the brothers can once again stride forward side by side.
After playing for a while, the old man suddenly looked at the Iron Man figure standing to the side:
"Kid, can you control that big guy with these headphones?"
Following the direction the old man pointed, Gao Ang understood what his grandfather meant.
"Theoretically, it's possible, but I haven't had a chance to experiment yet."
"This is a good thing."
The old man took off the headphones, held them in his hands, and carefully stroked them, as if he were looking at a national treasure.
"This thing... never mind, let's talk about it when we get to Kyoto. You go and tell them."
The old man waved his hand, "Come and eat."
It was clear that the old man was very happy; he ate more than before, including an extra small bowl of dumplings.
The next morning, the 17th, the convoy of cars that came to pick up the old man and take him to Beijing lined up in front of my aunt's house.
"Who is this? Why are they making such a big fuss?"
"Old Zhao's father-in-law, right? A retired soldier. I heard he's going to Beijing." Gao Ang's uncle's surname is Zhao.
"Are veterans getting such good benefits now?"
"This convoy is impressive, all red license plates... wow!"
Such a large-scale event in rural areas is usually reserved for weddings.
And now, they haven't heard any news of anyone getting married, and more importantly, no one dares to use the license plates of these cars as a wedding convoy.
The old man and Gao Ang had already packed up. The middle-aged man who was leading the group came over to ask for instructions, and the old man waved his hand, "Let's go."
This shout, though lacking in grandeur or imposing force, carried in the middle-aged man's ears no less weight than a military command: "Yes, sir!"
Salute, about-face, jog!
The old man's vehicle was a Coaster, with some modifications made to the interior so that he could sit or recline to rest.
Besides the old man, a whole team of medical personnel was already prepared in the car.
Just before getting into the car, the old man pointed to the expensive RV and said to the middle-aged man, "There are some good things in that vehicle. I want to show them to my old comrades. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man said helplessly, "Mr. Li, all vehicles from other places entering Beijing need to be backed up. I hope you can understand."
"I won't make things difficult for you. You can call your boss and I'll talk to him."
Left with no other option, the middle-aged man contacted his superiors.
Even the higher-ups couldn't make the decision, and in the end, the call was transferred to a veteran military worker.
Grandpa took the phone, went into the inner room, talked for about five minutes, and then handed the phone back to the middle-aged man.
An excited voice came from the other end of the phone, "Bring that RV along, keep it under close surveillance the whole time, no one is allowed to approach, alert status: Level 1 combat readiness!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately stood at attention and replied, "Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Next, motorhomes will no longer be so expensive.
The security team took over completely, and there were also several unusually cold-looking men with buzz cuts on the bus.
On the way, five more escort vehicles joined the vehicle; they were large, green military trucks.
It was wrapped up tightly, and outsiders could not see what was inside, but Gao Ang could see it clearly.
Good heavens, five cars, all full of people, and they were armed with weapons!
"Is this really necessary...?"
After muttering something to himself, Gao Ang continued chatting with the old man.
While it was supposed to be a chat, it was really just him introducing the scenery along the way; you could call him a part-time tour guide.
Since retiring, the old man has never left his town, except for going to the county hospital for treatment.
Calling the old man a country bumpkin is not an exaggeration at all.
"Grandpa, this is the giant corn in our provincial capital. It's considered a landmark of our province."
"The high-speed train is running faster than us, and it can travel at more than 200 kilometers per hour."
"The expressway we're on is the Beijing-Hong Kong-Macau Expressway."
"..."
The old man was excited about his first long trip. He didn't close his eyes or rest the whole way from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon.
The old man was very happy with these novel things, but he didn't say much.
He would occasionally mutter a few words, but those around him could barely hear him.
Gao Ang heard it clearly:
"Okay, okay."
"The fight back then wasn't for nothing, and Old Liu's leg didn't limp for nothing either."
"Xiao Guang, this is your hometown. You'll be able to come back and visit soon."
"Old Pang, why did you leave so early? Look at us now, how wonderful it is."
"..."
As he listened, Gao Ang felt a lump in his throat and turned his face away.
The doctors sitting in the back row could clearly see several large tears rolling down his face.
A nurse took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled out two sheets, and handed them over.
Gao Feng nodded gratefully without saying a word.
He was afraid of interrupting the old man's reminiscence, afraid of interrupting the conversation between the old man and his comrades.
...
After exiting the highway, the convoy did not go directly into the city, but instead traveled along the outer ring road to the suburbs.
By the time we got off the bus, it was already dark.
Gao Feng glanced around, a wry smile appearing on his lips: How did we get here...?
Military green everywhere...
Since we're here, let's make the best of it.
"Kid, get your car out here. I need to give those old guys a surprise."
The old man wasn't sleepy at all; he was in good spirits and waved happily to Gao Ang.
"Alright!"
In no time, the smart car was assembled, and the headphones were put on the old man.
The surrounding guards watched this scene with curiosity.
Not long after, a group of tough men in military green uniforms pushed three wheelchairs over.
The old man patted Gao Yang's arm, signaling him to let go.
Gao Feng released his grip, and the old man's smart car slowly moved forward.
The group opposite them stopped, leaving only three tough men pushing three wheelchairs forward slowly.
When the old man and the three elderly men in wheelchairs were less than three meters apart, both sides stopped.
"The former 194th Division of the 63rd Army, including xx, xx, and xx, have completed their rest and reorganization. Please give further instructions, Company Commander!"
The old man raised his right hand with trembling hands and saluted: "At ease. Now that the land is safe and the country is peaceful, I command you..."
"You better live a good life!"
"Company Commander!"
"Company Commander!"
"..."
Gao Ang looked up at the sky again, unsure how to persuade the old man.
The four old men embraced and wept bitterly, just like long-lost relatives.
No one wanted to bother them.
"Alright, stop crying like a woman."
The old man wiped his eyes and muttered a curse.
"Company Commander, aren't you the same!"
"That's right, even the commander cried the most."
"Company commander, let's go inside and talk. Don't let these little devils laugh at us."
The old man glanced around and said, "They wouldn't dare. When we went to the battlefield to fight the Allied forces, they wouldn't even know where they were!"
"No, no, our leaders are our great heroes. Let's go inside and talk, it's windy outside."
A general wearing two star insignia on his shoulder wiped his eyes and came over to offer some advice.
"Let's go then."
The three old men gestured, indicating that the old man should go first.
The old man chuckled, "You haven't forgotten this rule, have you?"
"We can't forget that. That's our tradition. Officials are always at the forefront, and even when they get shot, the company commander goes first, hahaha."
The old man shook his head, said nothing, waved his hand, and left first.
Hearing this, Gao Ang finally understood why the old man had so many shrapnel fragments in his body.
"Company commander, don't run too fast, or you'll run into the enemy's encirclement again."
"Exactly, the company commander just charges in recklessly, always thinking he can take on ten people by himself..."
The old man stopped the car, turned around and glared at me, "That's because you guys were too slow. If you had been faster, would I have been mowed down by a bunch of bastards? Luckily I reacted quickly, or I would have been riddled with bullets."
Several elderly men chased after him, and one of them touched the old man's back. "I remember there was a piece of shrapnel still in his spine. I heard he's been cured?"
"Okay, it's out. I'm much healthier than you guys now."
"Pshaw, I don't believe it. If you're so healthy, why would you be in a wheelchair?"
“Nonsense,” the old man said impatiently, “you are the one with the wheelchair, I have a smart car, my grandson made it for me, I’m perfectly healthy.”
Fearing they wouldn't believe him, the old man got out of the car and even jumped up and down a couple of times.
This startled the officer. "Old Li, please sit down quickly. I'm on tenterhooks just watching you."
"Hey you, where's the company commander's grandson? Why aren't you coming over here to push the cart?"
"No, my cart doesn't need to be pushed, it's fully automatic. My grandson made it for me, hmph."
The old man got into the car with a happy smile, leaned back comfortably in his seat, and the smart car started circling around the three old men without any external force.
Moreover, the speed is getting faster and faster, and you can hear the whooshing sound of the wind.
"Company commander, stop spinning us, we're all dizzy."
"Exactly, they're all grown up..."
The old man slowly stopped, annoyed that they had interrupted him. "So what if I'm old? I think you're just envious of me!"
"Company Commander, is this the car you mentioned on the phone, the one that can be controlled with your brain?"
Upon hearing this, the officers also gathered around.
“That’s right, there’s still a metal thing in the car. Let’s go inside and talk.”
As the group was about to enter, Gao Ang became anxious and said, "Leaders, my grandfather is old. Let him rest for a while."
It's not that Gao Ling had low awareness, but rather that the old man really didn't get much rest along the way.
Although the old man looks very healthy, his physical functions have really deteriorated a lot. He was afraid that the old man would not be able to handle the long journey.
"That's true, Company Commander. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow? You should get some rest tonight."
"Rest my ass, I'm fine," the old man waved his hand and glared at Gao Ang. "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get that guy down, let them see what he's made of, and let me see what he's made of too."
Gao Ang smacked his lips twice and stood still.
He didn't dare look at the old man, but instead turned his gaze to the general with two stars: This is your territory, what do you think we should do?
The officer was also somewhat conflicted; he certainly understood Gao Yuan's veiled accusations.
But to be honest, when he heard what the old man said, he almost exploded.
If what Mr. Li said is true, whether it's the brain control system of the intelligent mobility scooter or the high intelligence performance of the robot, it will bring immeasurable improvements to the military industry of Dongguo.
Does the brain control system mean that soldiers will no longer personally participate in battles in the future?
Even in peacetime, this mind control system can handle many tricky and dangerous emergency tasks.
At first he didn't believe it, but after three old heroes vouched for it, he canceled a meeting and came to witness the miracle in person.
But the young man was right. After all, Mr. Li is over ninety years old, and it's only right and proper to give him some time to rest.
“That’s true, Mr. Li. How about this, let’s leave it at that for tonight. You all can get some rest. We have plenty of time.”
After careful consideration, the officer decided to let the veteran comrades rest first.
"No way, you have time, but we don't have much time," the old man glared. "Hurry up, this is important, kid, don't hold me back, or I'll beat you up."
Gao Ang gave a wry smile and could only reluctantly snap his fingers, "Come out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the side door of the RV that had taken him to the military camp was opened from the inside.
A burly figure gradually emerged, its metallic sheen dazzling everyone's eyes under the searchlight.
The officer looked at Gao Gao curiously, examining him from head to toe, looking at his ears, hands, and chest, but found nothing.
There are no headphones, no microphone, and no remote control.
Could it be a built-in chip?
Iron Man strode over to Gao Feng with an air of superiority, turned his head once, and then surprisingly gave everyone a salute…
This salute completely baffled everyone. What did it mean? Was it copying us?
Gao Ang was a bit of a headache. He should have just taken away this guy's learning ability.
He didn't give this guy the ability to be self-aware, but he did give him a little bit of learning ability.
This guy probably saw the scenery around him, then glanced at the clothes of the people around him, and put himself in their shoes...
"That's interesting, young man. You... didn't control him, did you?"
“Control what…” Gao Ang sighed. “Your place has probably blocked signals a long time ago. Even if I wanted to control it, I’d have to have the ability to do so.”
The officer nodded. Gao Feng was right; this area was indeed within the shielding range.
"Since Elder Li has said so, let's follow his advice and go to the firing range."
When the group arrived at the shooting range, all kinds of firearms were laid out in front of them, including both fixed and moving targets.
The officer pointed to the firearms and said, "Young man, begin your performance."
After saying that, the officer led the old man and the others to the observation room, leaving Gao Ang and the big guy there.
“Little guy, it’s your turn to show off your skills, start your performance,” Gao Ang patted Iron Man on the shoulder and took two steps back.
"Don't tell me you haven't learned how to shoot targets, that would be too embarrassing."
The burly man turned around, saluted, grabbed the gun in front of him, and began his performance...
Inside the observation room.
"He's so efficient, he's on par with our top soldier."
"They all hit the same spot, amazing!"
"You can even hit a moving target in one spot..."
"Company Commander, your precious grandson is indeed better than my grandson!"
An elderly comrade was completely convinced.
"It's nothing special, just kids playing around, it's just a little thing!"
The old man was happy; his own son was recognized by his old comrade-in-arms, so he was naturally delighted.
"Mr. Li, isn't that enough? Would you like to go to a hotel or rest here? We respect your decision."
The officer clenched his fist excitedly, the smile in the corner of his eye betraying his true feelings.
"What rest? The real show has just begun. It's just a small machine. Haven't you guys tested that smart car yet?"
"Hey, Company Commander, what's the point of testing anymore? If you say it's okay, then it's okay. Go get some rest, it's getting late."
"Yes, we'll talk about the show tomorrow. Come on, let's go to my house."
"Why go to your house? Go to my house!"
The three elderly men actually started arguing over the old man's accommodation.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay here. I want to hear the bugle call first thing tomorrow morning."
After hearing the old man's words, one of the older comrades gave the general a wink.
The officer immediately nodded, "Understood, mission accomplished."
He rubbed his ears and strode out of the shooting range with an air of superiority.
A large group of people have been working for so long, and they haven't even had dinner yet.
The old man wasn't one to be pretentious; he simply decided to eat from the same pot.
"The food now is definitely much better than before. There are eggs, meat, and soup. Sigh!"
Looking at the large table of dishes, the old man fell into memories again.
The others remained silent, unsure of what to say.
"Company Commander, it's all in the past now, don't be so sad. We've all made it through, haven't we?"
"Yes, I remember you weren't this sentimental back then, Company Commander."
The old man glared at him and said, "What are you being so sentimental about? This is just reminiscing about the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Li is right. Remembering the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present, isn't that how we should do it? Even in times of peace, we must always be prepared for war. Imperialism's ambition to conquer us will never die. Although the world is at peace, forgetting war will surely lead to danger!"
The officer picked up his teacup, stood up, and saluted the veteran comrades in a dignified manner. "I toast you all with tea instead of wine!"
He was also a veteran of the battlefield, and he had genuine admiration for these old comrades who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
That was at the very beginning of the nation's founding. With only millet and rifles, they still managed to defeat the UN forces so badly that they cried for their parents. He couldn't help but admire such a heroic figure!
After the medical team performed the routine check-ups on the elderly comrades, everyone rested.
Early the next morning, a loud bugle call resounded throughout the camp, and the camp, which had been quiet all night, became lively.
Ang Gao accompanied the old man to the flag-raising ceremony and watched the soldiers' daily training together.
Taking advantage of this time, Gao Ang also gave out the gifts he had prepared earlier.
The three elderly comrades have also switched to the latest mobility vehicles, and no longer need a tagalong following them around.
"Company commander, let's see who can run the fastest?"
"Let's compete, who's afraid of who? My car is definitely better than yours."
"That's true. The company commander's grandson will definitely prepare the best for him. We're at a disadvantage."
"What's the harm in suffering? Suffering is a blessing! Charge!"
Gao Ang and the other officers and colonels couldn't help but smile as they watched the four veteran comrades chasing each other on the training field.
"Young man, I heard from Old Li that there's something special about your car?"
Taking advantage of the free time, the officer decided to chat about something else.
"Well, it's alright, a little bit of technology, but it has limitations and is not easy to mass-produce."
"Difficult to mass-produce?"
Then, Gao Feng gave a brief explanation of the situation.
The officer was also a reasonable person. Although he might not understand the underlying principles, he could still distinguish basic logic.
"Can't these materials be synthesized artificially?"
"I don't know, at least I can't figure it out." Gao Ang lied through his teeth, since no one was going to accuse him, so what was he afraid of?
What is the effective range of this brain-computer interface?
The officer asked another question.
"It's not far. The exact distance depends on each person's individual data. People with intense brainwave activity may be a little further away, but it shouldn't exceed 100 meters."
Gao Yang wasn't lying about this statement; it's indeed the truth, though this applies to ordinary people.
For someone like him, this range depends on the size of his full-force field.
Like a small flower, if it were to burst forth, it could reach a distance of at least seven or eight hundred meters.
"It doesn't matter if we're close by, we can always turn it into a mecha."
The officer muttered to himself, causing Gao Ang to secretly roll his eyes: Why are these people always thinking about going to war...?
After the four elderly comrades had their fill of fun, everyone returned to the conference room.
"We've seen the robot, and we've also seen the brain-computer interface system of the intelligent mobility vehicle. Old Li said there are other good things?"
The officer stared intently at Gao Feng, his eyes burning with urgency.
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