Chapter 429: Huang He and the New Treatment of His Fellow Apprentices From the Fifth Division

North of Baotou, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The midday sun penetrated the clouds, and it was time for lunch. Most of the comrades from various departments of the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau had finished their work in the first half, and went to the canteen in groups of three or two to replenish their energy.

It is worth mentioning that there were still a small group of people who were hungry at this time, including Huang He and his junior.

"Senior, isn't Mr. Nie too cautious?"

"We are now in a relatively remote area outside the Great Wall, and there is a battalion of elite soldiers stationed around as guards. We shouldn't encounter any danger."

"After all, judging from the current security strength of the bureau, unless the ace agent of some forces or organizations can become a fly, no bad guy can get close to us."

Although he has not been in the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau for too long, Xuewen Ru Lin himself is very satisfied with the atmosphere and colleagues here.

Everyone is focused on research, everything is full of vitality and everything is competing. Who would not like it?

Of course, if there is something I am not used to, it can only be that I am forced to postpone my meals by half an hour every day, and the meticulous care of my seniors and superiors.

I am not a sick person, and the surrounding environment is so safe, why does it look like someone is going to hit me with an ice pick?

Hearing the "complaint" of the junior from the fifth division, the third division Huang patted the other's shoulder with a smile, and then began to patiently explain the reason.

"If this treatment is given to others, it would be a bit of an exaggeration. But don't you have any idea of ​​the true value of our two brothers to a big force?"

"When the project you lead is completed and officially put into the battlefield, it is estimated that the agents of major forces and organizations around the world will turn into sharks that smell blood."

"It was better during the world war, when everyone was busy cleaning up their own snow. When peace is restored on the surface, who knows what undercurrents will surge."

"The arrangements of the military region are all for the good of the bureau. If something really goes wrong, you will thank me and General Nie for our foresight. Watch and learn well!"

The health and safety of the two people from the third and fifth divisions have always been the most concerned issue for the bigwigs in the border area and the headquarters.

At present, all major cities in the Suiyuan area are in a stage of rapid expansion, and there may be fearless bugs sneaking in.

In response to the above situation, the army reorganization experts specially assigned them a security secretary each, and also formed two eight-person elite teams to be on call 24 hours a day.

In addition, the two's daily meals, even the tea they drink daily, need to be checked by a full-time food tester before they can be served.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, even the leftovers cannot be dumped at will. They will be properly stored until 24 hours later, when the administrator will deal with them.

This is why the two eat half an hour later than others every day.

"Okay, okay, I got it!"

Hearing the explanation of his senior, Xuewen Rusenlin could only nod helplessly. As an adult, he naturally understands that his superiors are also for his own good.

Then wait, anyway, eating a little later will not starve to death.

Just when he was about to open his experimental log and arrange the work plan for the next few days in advance, there was a knock on the door from the back.

"Director, I brought you something. Do you plan to take a look at it later or after lunch?"

After the security secretary assigned by the military region took office, Wang Dexing, who had slightly less professional ability, naturally became a communications soldier.

Hearing this familiar voice, Huang He immediately looked at his junior, with an intriguing smile on his face.

"Come in, you come at the right time, and we just happen to have nothing to do."

After getting the nod, Wang Dexing pushed the door open and gently placed a brown paper bag on the table.

As if he didn't want to disturb his superiors, he said hello and turned around to leave the office, and then went to the kitchen to urge the dishes.

"Look, I bought this newspaper for you."

"Hey, I really envy you, the network of graduates from prestigious schools is wide. If I had so many seniors who are both literary and martial, why would I have to rush to the front for everything big and small."

The junior of the fifth division had no interest in the documents sent by Wang Dexing.

As an experienced researcher, learning is like a forest and has its own way of relaxing.

Compared with reading letters from the outside world, he prefers to use painting, music and photography to enrich his leisure time and cultivate his sentiments.

However, Huang He's teasing tone, as well as the two key words "both literary and martial" and "senior", still aroused his curiosity.

"Senior? Who is it?"

"National Chiao Tung University? Or Caltech?"

With confusion and questions in his heart, Xuewen Ru Lin opened the brown paper bag without saying a word, and took out a folder containing a battle plan and a recent issue of Xinhua Daily.

Because he was not very interested in military affairs, he first put the folder on the corner of the table, and then picked up the newspaper and started reading.

Just by looking at the title and picture of the front-page headline, the junior of the fifth division found the answer he wanted.

"Who was it I thought it was? It turned out to be Doolittle. Strictly speaking, he and I are at most half-alumni, and there is no such thing as a senior."

"After all, when they graduated, I had just started college not long ago, not to mention going to the Ugly Country."

Xuewen Rusenlin did transfer schools once during his studies, but he still knew some news about Doolittle.

The first person to fly across the entire Ugly Country, plus a doctorate in aeronautical engineering from MIT.

How could people in the same major not have heard of such a famous alumnus.

Seeing that Huang He was still pretending to be reserved and did not respond to his words immediately, the junior of the fifth division simply continued to read patiently.

When he saw the B25 bomber of the 17th Squadron take off from the Hornet aircraft carrier of the Ugly Country Mobile Fleet and bombed the Japanese homeland on April 18, his eyes widened immediately.

"Ah!"

"How could it be the 18th? Is it such a coincidence?"

Obviously, Xuewen Rusenlin regarded the departure time arranged by Huang He as a very rare coincidence.

The long-distance raid was nearly thousands of miles, and this strategic bombing mission that directly hit the enemy's rear must be kept secret throughout the process. Unless someone can predict the future, it is impossible for anyone to know the action plan of the Ugly Country in advance.

After a sigh, the expression of the junior of the Fifth Division suddenly became a little unnatural.

"Hey, I'm pretending again."

"The Ugly Country people are unlucky to meet you."

At this moment, although I didn't look directly at the senior's face. But based on my understanding of him, the surname Huang must be "arrogant" now, with an expression of "I am the best, come and flatter me".

Sure enough, the knowledge is like a forest. When I looked up, I saw Huang He with a smirk on his face.

"How can you say that the Ugly Country people are unlucky? It seems that in your heart, I, the senior, am not as good as Doolittle."

Hearing this, the junior of the Fifth Division rolled his eyes very rarely, and directly ignored Huang who was talking nonsense.

Seeing this, Huang He stopped talking nonsense and decided to finish his words before eating.

"From a historical perspective, the 1st and 3rd Air Divisions did steal the limelight from the ugly people, overtaking the curve and taking the title of the first bombing of the Japanese mainland."

"But from the actual bombing effect, the two sides are definitely complementary."

The reason why the two divisions of the Eighth Route Army Air Force can easily break through the enemy's rear is that the 18th Mobile Fleet of the ugly country really contributed to it.

If the enemy had not attracted firepower in the Pacific direction and mobilized all the Japanese troops to the east and northeast, the difficulty of the air force soldiers' bombing would inevitably increase.

Of course, there are also problems with the deployment of Japan itself, who made them not pay attention to the peninsula strait.

On the contrary, because the Eighth Route Army Air Force took the lead, it completely dispersed the enemy's limited troops and pulled part of the land and sea aviation to the west and southwest.

After all, they thought it was a sneak attack by the British at the time, so they had to make up for the loss in the direction of Australia.

With the weakened air defense and interception forces, the ugly people naturally achieved better results.

But!

It seems that God didn't want a bald guy who loves to write a diary to take advantage. Those B25s that should have fallen still fell, and in the end, none of them were caught by Guo Jian.

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After listening to the analysis of his senior, he felt that there was a lot of knowledge in the forest. Just when the two were about to open the battle plan, Wang Dexing came back with lunch.

Obviously, this signalman was not the first time to see his superiors working day and night, and he interrupted in time:

"Director, Deputy Director, the military region just sent a telegram, hoping that you two can take time to go to Baotou in the afternoon to participate in a ribbon-cutting ceremony."

"I heard that the Mengshi Jeep and Jiefang truck are off the production line."

"Okay! Call back immediately, and we will set off after lunch!" (End of this chapter)