A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 836 The Unexpected "Respect"!

Lying in the sleeping bag sewn by Mr. Zu Tong himself, Jiang Xia was actually not sleepy at all.

His original plan was to pretend to sleep and secretly start the scanner to simulate and verify his plan to modify the fluidized bed using rudimentary methods.

After all, his idea of ​​modifying the purification tank into a fluidized bed seemed feasible, but it was still a "makeshift solution" and hadn't been tested quickly, so he wasn't really confident. But since he had already spoken, he couldn't let Director Wang and the workers get their hopes up for nothing, so he could only rely on the scanner to repeatedly simulate and test, trying to find any possible loopholes.

However, this scanner has always been a "rip-off." When it's trying out new technology, it extracts energy with the ferocity of a glutton. If it makes you dizzy, so be it; at worst, you can just get a glucose injection.

But Company Commander Tang, who had just joined the guard team, valued his safety above all else. If he were to "faint spectacularly" in front of him again, Old Wang would probably be dragged away by Company Commander Tang for "special training."

That kid was so badly scolded last time that his hands were shaking while holding the bowl, and Jiang Xia didn't want to drag his good brother down with him again.

Fortunately, the medicinal soup I drank before bed was very potent, and the warm medicinal power slowly spread throughout my body, which inexplicably boosted the scanner's power consumption.

After an unknown amount of time, the unsettling, blinding red light in my mind finally transformed into a soft green light, signifying successful verification.

The improvement plan is feasible!

"Hey, the things passed down from our ancestors are always effective! A few bowls of herbal soup were enough to make me strong. I should ask them for the recipe before I leave, but I wonder if this stuff is a secret..."

Jiang Xia mumbled something in a daze, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a strong drowsiness surged over him like a tide.

His head lolled to the side, and this time he truly fell into a deep sleep.

……

Just as Jiang Xia was drifting off to sleep, he was unaware that the shock caused by the sudden appearance of the "young lady" was far greater than he had imagined!

At this moment, at one end of our long border with the Alliance, a group of Alliance soldiers, who were lazily wielding entrenching tools and routinely digging fortifications, suddenly received a perplexing order from their superiors.

"What? Retreat fifty kilometers? Establish a 'demilitarized observation zone'?" A bearded veteran, Vikty, threw down his shovel and angrily pulled out a cheap cigarette and lit it.

"What kind of bullshit order is this! We've been here for so many years, when have we ever needed to turn our backs on us?"

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, a flicker of nostalgia for the "good old days" flashing in his cloudy eyes: "Think back to over a decade ago, when our tanks rolled in, why did we need to dig these damn trenches? Those yellow-skinned..."

Those Chinese people have to smile obsequiously at us! We can use 'military scrip' to get food, alcohol, and even... hehe, anything! That's how we should act!"

A slightly younger soldier next to him muttered, "Exactly, are we afraid of those who only know how to farm...?"

By the way, veteran, what is a 'military note'?

"Military scrip?" Vikty held a cigarette between his fingers, his cloudy eyes narrowing into slits, his tone full of disdain mixed with a touch of nostalgia. "It's the 'hard currency' we used to issue in Northeast China back then..."

It's basically just a yellowish piece of paper with our national emblem printed on it, without even a proper anti-counterfeiting mark, yet it can be exchanged for good things from the Chinese people.

He leaned against the trench wall, exhaled a smoke ring, and lowered his voice, as if recalling some "good thing": "More than ten years ago, I followed the troops into their northern pearl. We could exchange a single military stamp for a whole sack of rice and cloth from the local people's homes."

Once, I took a fancy to a fellow villager's copper pot and handed him two military notes. Did he dare refuse? You should know that our bayonets were right on his doorframe.

Later I realized that those military scrips were worthless in our country, not even enough to buy a bottle of vodka, but over there they could be exchanged for life-saving rations for ordinary people!

Young soldier Ivan's eyes lit up: "That's amazing? Then why aren't we using it now?"

"Why don't you need it anymore?" Vikty took a deep drag on his cigarette, burning his fingers with the butt before throwing it away.

"That's what class friendship is all about! After our people withdrew, those military notes became like toilet paper! But then again, those years were really comfortable. Unlike now, squatting in this shabby trench, we can't even get a hot soup."

"Enough! This is nothing to be proud of!" a cold voice interrupted their conversation. Everyone turned around and saw Lieutenant Vasily, the platoon leader, standing behind them with a livid face.

Vikty jumped to his feet, his bushy beard trembling with rage: "Lieutenant Vasily! What do you mean by that? How is that dishonorable? We were helping them back then!"

“Help?” Andrei took two steps forward, looking down at him. “Forcing ordinary people to exchange goods at bayonet point is called help?”

“Vic, shut up your outdated rhetoric and contemptuous tone! And stub out that damn cigarette!”

Vikty muttered a few times, "What, does a cigarette butt attract artillery fire?"

“Heh, it was unlikely before, but now, who knows!” Lieutenant Vasily’s sharp gaze swept over Viktor and the young soldier.

"Do you think the other side is still the same country that was bullied by everyone back then? Use your rusty brains! Why did you order us to retreat fifty kilometers?"

Because their "young lady" has suddenly appeared! After assessment, headquarters concluded that continuing to stand close to the border would make our forward outposts and heavy troop concentrations mere sitting ducks in their eyes!

He took a step forward, almost touching Vikt's stubble-covered face, and lowered his voice even further:

“Vic, if you want to test the power of that ‘young lady’ with your PPSh, I won’t stop you. You can stay here alone! Let’s see if your memories are stronger, or her new weapon!”

"And you too! If any of you want to stay and test the power of 'Miss' with your bodies like true 'warriors,' I can submit a report and get approval right now!" Lieutenant Vasily turned around and shouted at the soldiers around him.

“‘Young Miss’?” Vikty paused, then scoffed, “That’s just something they made up! A bunch of farmers…”

"All you know is farming?" Lieutenant Vasily interrupted him, his voice suddenly rising.

"Vic, I'm curious, what gives you the right to address Chinese people with such contempt? Just because you traded a few pieces of waste paper for their drinks back then?"

Lieutenant Vasily pointed towards the border, “Take a good look at this land! You know, just a few years ago, in that icy land to their north, they had just established their nation and dared to send troops to fight a fierce battle against the UN forces composed of seventeen countries, including the US and France!”

One against seventeen, and ultimately forced the other side back to the negotiating table to sign! Tell me, what right do you have to look down on such an opponent?

"One against seventeen! Vikt, have you ever seen an opponent like this in the Battle of Grenoble?"

Victor opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but was momentarily speechless. He subconsciously looked across the border at the vast and silent land.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, that land seemed somewhat different from the impression I had of it, a land that could be taken from anyone. It exuded an indescribable, dormant power.

For the first time, confusion and a barely perceptible wavering appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Lieutenant Vasily said no more, turned around and ordered: "All personnel, execute the order! Pack your equipment and begin moving to the new designated area within one hour!"

"Then... are we really going to retreat?" Vikty's voice softened, losing its previous arrogance.

“Of course.” Lieutenant Vasily turned and walked out of the trench. “Pack your things. We need to get out of this area before dark. Remember, if you ever mention the other side again, keep your contempt to yourself…”

They deserve respect.