Chapter 39: Bursting Talent! The Title of ‘Little Expert’!
From the Guardian's new rocket launcher, to the Mountain Cat all-terrain assault vehicle, and now the Falcon rotorcraft.
Chen Jin Chao's output in military industrial research is astounding!
The new weapons and equipment he has developed cover a wide range of fields, with fast development speed, good development results, and significant strategic and tactical significance. Each one directly hits the softest spot in the hearts of the army.
How could this not amaze all the military industrial research institutes, academies, and factories across the country?
These weapons and equipment that ordinary people wouldn't see a flash of inspiration or develop in a lifetime, that they would brag about for a lifetime, were easily and effortlessly developed by Chen Jin Chao.
Even the top military industrial experts in the country couldn't help but inquire: What kind of genius is this? From which unit? Have they pursued a postgraduate degree? Are they interested in pursuing a doctorate? ...
And this doesn't even include the water cannon, gantry crane, new high-temperature resistant materials that Chen Jin Chao once developed, his participation in the new generation of anti-tank missile research, and his occasional academic papers and research reports in specific fields....
In the vast land of China, talented and extraordinary individuals emerge.
Chen Jin Chao's current fruitful achievements also place him among them.
Anyway, now in the military industrial research field of the Great Eastern Nation, people call Chen Jin Chao 'Little Expert'.
There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
The title of 'Little Expert' is everyone's recognition of Chen Jin Chao's abilities.
"Others' inspiration is like water dripping from stalactites, dripping drop by drop, it's not even sure if it can form a bowl of water to quench thirst."
"But Jin Chao's talent is like gushing spring water, leaving people no time to drink!"
This is the evaluation given by Zhang Lao, the father of the 'Big Black Fish', a top military industrial expert in the country.
Once these words were spoken, the title of 'Talent Gushing Little Expert' became a label, firmly attached to Chen Jin Chao's head.
And it made his name famous!
The reputation spread far and wide, even a new materials research unit in the far north-west couldn't believe that the Little Expert in the rumors was the student who had interned at the unit and proposed the 'Magic Stick' project.
The unit's leader, upon learning of this, almost regretted his guts.
Then, his eyes became sharp, he called the other leaders of the unit and held a small meeting.
Large meetings discuss small matters, small meetings discuss big matters.
Leaders with strong political 'perceptiveness' revisited the incident of the 'slap' and decided to re-handle it.
Two days later, the former mentor of the beautiful graduate student was simultaneously launched into an investigation by the university and the unit.
Chen Jin Chao didn't know about what happened in the far north-west, and even if he did, he wouldn't give it a second glance.
After all, those who look up at the starry sky have no time to pay attention to the pebbles at their feet.
Reality is actually quite absurd. If it weren't absurd, would it still be called reality?
And the fact that it had such a great response shows how much attention the Falcon rotorcraft project received after it was reported.
As expected, the Falcon rotorcraft project, which was given special treatment, was quickly implemented, with project approval and production being put into production.
The Army Equipment Department's speed of action was even faster than Chen Jin Chao expected.
The first batch of Falcon rotorcraft produced were sent to the high-altitude border.
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High-altitude border, a certain outpost.
A certain platoon's outpost at the He Wei Tan border.
The altitude here is over 5000 meters, permanently frozen, with high altitude, cold temperatures, and a lack of oxygen.
Winds of 8 or above can blow from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.
The lowest winter temperature is close to -30 degrees Celsius, and the average temperature is below zero.
Here, the heating boiler runs 365 days a year, and the soldiers on guard duty wear cotton-padded clothes all year round.
Even these cold protection and heating measures can't stop the biting coldness from entering the body.
Here,
Frostbite the size of a bun is normal.
Standing guard at the station, becoming a snowman with eyelashes covered in ice frost, is also normal.
There is even a rumor that you should never urinate outdoors, because if you shake carelessly, you might lose your little brother.
Of course, this is just a rumor.
The meaning of it being a rumor is that no one has tried to do it.
At least Little Ding took it to heart. No matter how urgent he was, he would run into the house to use the toilet.
Little Ding, a new recruit who joined the army last year.
Actually, in his own words, he doesn't know how, his head just got hot and he signed up for the border, becoming a glorious border guard.
Maybe it was the re xue (blood-boiling enthusiasm) of a young man wanting to make a name for himself. He felt that as a man, he should go to the place closest to war, the most likely place.
So, by some strange twist of fate, he came to He Wei Tan.
Unlike what he imagined, he regretted it as soon as he arrived.
The endless white snow, the silence for thousands of meters without anyone else, and the constant altitude sickness and pain of his face constantly peeling, all made him want to cry out for his mother in agony.
He really missed his mom.
He missed the home he once hated, but now thinking about it warmed his heart.
So, his catchphrase that he kept repeating was 'I want to go home', so frequently that it was like Pigsy constantly chanting 'I want to go back to Gao Laozhuang'.
The squad leader often advised him not to say it all the time, that it would affect the mood of his comrades.
But Little Ding wouldn't listen. He couldn't understand the meaning of standing guard in this desolate and barren place.
Even though the squad leader always said 'Protect the country, protect the country'.
And because of this, he and the squad leader had a heated verbal conflict.
"Are you the only one who misses home?"
"Is it only you, you bastard, who misses home?"
"The whole platoon is pampering you, the good stuff is for you to eat first, the warmest bed is for you to sleep in first, the horse with the best legs is given to you first! Who isn't born of a mother, raised by a father?"
"When you're a soldier, act like a goddamn soldier! This is our mission and responsibility after choosing to guard the border!"
The squad leader, with red eyes and bulging veins, roared, each word piercing Little Ding's heart.
From that day on, Little Ding never shouted that he wanted to go home again.
Every time he stood guard, he stood straight, meticulously.
Every time he patrolled the patrol route that was over a hundred kilometers long, he carried the most equipment and supplies.
Gradually, he seemed to start getting used to it.
But if you ask him if he really doesn't miss home?
It seems not.
It's just that he's become numb.
Until one day, during the usual patrol.
Suddenly he stepped wrong, Little Ding fell from the horse's back.
This narrow path, only wide enough for one man and one horse, was next to a thousand-foot glacier!
The blue-tinged sharp ice, like a row of barbs.
And at this critical juncture, the squad leader stepped forward, three steps in two, and grabbed Little Ding.
But he himself slipped, falling into the ice pit.
Little Ding was safe and sound, but the squad leader... sacrificed himself...
After this incident, Little Ding suddenly changed.
The troop leaders were afraid that he would have mental problems, that he would be too self-blaming and guilty, and suggested transferring him to a local armed police unit.
He refused.
He didn't know why he refused, but he knew the meaning of him staying.
The squad leader didn't sacrifice!
He's in my heart!
This is our mission!
Since then, Little Ding became the most caring person in the squad, the one who complained the least.
He was strong, strong like a steel warrior with flesh and blood as his armor.
Until that day, the appearance of three brand new Mountain Cat all-terrain assault vehicles and a Falcon rotorcraft made him unable to hold back.
Tears the size of peas rolled down his cheeks, his swollen eyes choked with sobs, "Squad leader, we don't have to walk on glaciers and cliffs anymore..."
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