Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

North of Baotou, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The midday sun penetrated the clouds, and it was already dinner time. Most of the comrades from various departments of the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau have finished the first half of their work and go to the canteen in twos and threes to replenish their energy.

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

"Senior, Mr. Nie is not too cautious."

"We are now in a relatively remote area outside the Great Wall, and with a battalion of elite soldiers stationed nearby as guards, we should not encounter any danger."

"After all, judging from the current security intensity of the bureau, unless the ace agent of some force or organization can turn into a fly, no evil person can even think of getting close to us."

Although it has not been too long since I joined the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau, I am very satisfied with the atmosphere here and my colleagues.

Everyone is focused on research, and everything is full of vitality. Who wouldn't like it?

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

I am not a sick person, and the surrounding environment is so safe. Why do I look like someone is going to knock on my door with an ice pick?

Upon hearing the "complaints" made by the disciples of the Fifth Division, Master Huang patted the other student on the shoulder with a smile, and then began to patiently explain the whole story.

"If this kind of treatment were given to others, it would be a bit of a fuss. But don't you have any idea of ​​the true value of us brothers to a big force?"

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

"It was better during the world war. Everyone was busy cleaning up their own houses. When peace is restored on the surface, there may be some undercurrents."

"The arrangements of the military region are all for the benefit of the bureau. If anything goes wrong, you will thank Mr. Nie and I for taking precautions. Take a good look and learn from it!"

The health and safety of the Third Division and the Fifth Division have always been the biggest concern for the bosses in the border area and headquarters.

Currently, major cities in the Suiyuan region are in the stage of rapid expansion, and there is no guarantee that bed bugs that are not afraid of death will sneak in.

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

In addition, their daily meals and even the tea they drink must be inspected by a professional food laboratory technician before they can be served.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, even the leftover leftovers cannot be dumped at will. They will be stored securely until 24 hours later before being processed by an administrator.

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

"Okay, okay, I got it!"

After hearing his senior's explanation, Knowledge is Like a Forest could only nod helplessly. As an adult, he naturally understands that his superiors are also doing it for his own good.

Then just wait. Anyway, I will be hungry after eating for a while.

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

"Director, I brought you something. If you want to take a look at it later, we'll talk about it after lunch."

After the security secretary assigned by the military region took up his post, 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 came at just the right time. It just so happens that we don't have anything serious to do."

After receiving the approval, Wang Dexing pushed the door open directly and placed a brown paper bag gently on the table.

As if he didn't want to disturb the enjoyment of his superiors, he said hello and left the office, then headed to the kitchen to order the food.

"Look, I bought this newspaper especially for you."

"Hey, I really envy you. Graduates from prestigious schools have a wide network of contacts. If I had so many seniors who are capable of both literary and military skills, I wouldn't need to be the first in all matters big and small."

The students from the Fifth Division were not interested at all in the documents sent by Wang Dexing.

As an experienced researcher, knowledge is like the forest, which has its own unique way of relaxing.

Rather than reading letters from the outside world, he prefers to use painting, music and photography to fill his leisure time and cultivate his sentiments.

However, Huang He's teasing tone and the two keywords of being capable in literature and martial arts and senior still aroused his curiosity.

"Senior? Who is it?"

"National Chiao Tung University? Or Caltech?"

With confusion and questions in his heart, Knowledge is Like a Forest without saying a word opened the brown paper bag and took out a folder containing a battle plan and a copy of the latest issue of Xinhua Daily.

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

Just by looking at the title and picture on the front page, the fifth master student found the answer he wanted.

"Who do I think he is? It turns out to be Doolittle. Strictly speaking, he and I are at most half schoolmates, not seniors at all."

"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)