A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 569 When a secret is no longer a secret... However, the badge is shining, no problem!

Old Wang still hasn't returned.

Jiang Xia, bored while waiting, had already joined the rest of the group and started swinging hoes.

When the commander's team received the new instructions, they were initially reluctant: What the hell was this? At first, they moved some random stones, and after moving a little more than half of them, a city wall suddenly appeared out of the pit.

It doesn't matter if there are city walls, after all, orders are law. It's just a city wall, it's not like we haven't torn down walls before. But after we moved a little over half of it, two old men jumped out and shouted that we couldn't move it. Do you think we can listen to you?

Well, okay, I can actually listen to you.

Everyone was initially quite happy; with this matter settled, they were preparing to pack up and catch their train. But then a new order came down: dig… dig a reservoir…

Well, although the close relationship between the military and the people is a long-standing tradition of the team, the task of digging holes still made these proud and fierce soldiers a little impatient.

Think about it, could the team that goes there to relieve them be weak? Especially considering there was a border violation over there...

"Tsk, digging a pit? Can't we send the second-tier team to do that? Instead of wasting time, why not organize a competition? I'm really eyeing that gun the instructor has!"

"Who says otherwise! Digging a hole... Hey, I haven't mastered the RPG's reload speed yet, maybe I should go play with it for a while..."

"Hey, stop yelling! Look, isn't that guy digging with us?"

Several soldiers, who were just dawdling, huddled together, slowly swinging their hoes.

This was because they were tasked with a one-to-one replica of the original, and their superiors specially provided them with these tools; otherwise, they wouldn't have had so many farm tools to use.

"Who?"

A soldier looked down his friend's arm and saw several burly men forming a circle, with a few strands of hair on their shoulders bobbing up and down.

"Heh, which young master has infiltrated our special forces unit? Why are so many people surrounding us just to do some work?"

"From the compound?"

The warrior, who had just been saying he wanted to play RPGs, spat out a disdainful spit.

"Those guys, all big and strong, why bother staying with a young master and playing house with him?"

"We're a special operations unit! How can we let a rat in? This has ruined everything! I'm going to have a word with the instructor!"

"Let's go! Let's form a special team for those kinds of people, so they can't stand being around and have to come here to disgust us!"

As they spoke, the men slung their hoes over their shoulders, adopted a charging spirit, and arrogantly walked towards the group of burly men surrounding them.

They had only gone halfway when they saw the group leader holding a book, looking intently at it, pacing past them.

"Commander!"

Upon seeing the regimental commander appear, some soldiers hesitated to move forward, but two stepped forward and stood directly in front of the commander.

"Hmph! Commander, haven't you always said we're a heroic unit? What, after enjoying a few days of peace, have you forgotten your original intentions?"

"Commander, are you here to stop us? Let me tell you, you can't stop us!"

The group leader looked up in confusion. If you looked closely, you might notice that there seemed to be mosquito coil circles spinning around his eyes.

"Stop what?" The commander glanced at the hoes they were carrying. "Oh, you're in a mess, aren't you! Dig a hole somewhere else, this area has been designated as a reservoir, it's disgusting..."

After saying that, the regimental commander gave them a perfunctory "go ahead" gesture, then looked down at the thick book again: "Hey, how did the instructor memorize this stuff? What's a medium? What's a carrier? What's the scope of knowledge? I know every word, but I don't understand it when we put them together..."

"Commander, what are you looking at?"

"Commander! What's that guy's name? Which family is he trying to gain credit from? Will he come with us for the rotation?"

Some soldiers looked curiously at the book in the commander's hand, while others pointed at the little guy with a furious expression.

The regimental commander, engrossed in his book, failed to notice the soldiers' changing emotions. He simply buried himself in deciphering the obscure text and, without even looking up, began to speak:

"I'd like to have others follow us, but that's not realistic..."

"As for credit, others need it, we're not on the same page..."

"Hmph! We'll give him a piece of our minds!"

"Hey hey hey... what are you doing?" The battalion commander finally realized something was wrong and quickly pulled the soldiers back.

"Hey, Commander, with your righteous indignation, you probably can't handle this kid! Leave him to us! We're all in this together, so just wait and see!"

The regimental commander stared blankly at his enraged soldiers, then suddenly let out a mournful cry:

"Watch your sister's show! You were only thinking about seeing the missile battalion make a fool of themselves, but you didn't expect I had a bunch of phoenix chicks under my command!"

The "dictionary" in the battalion commander's hand turned into a wooden hammer, and the heads of the two leading soldiers naturally became wooden fish.

Although they wouldn't make a "tap" sound, they would ask back, their faces full of grievance: "Captain, you've changed, waaaah..."

"Changing my ass! You really don't know who he is?"

The commotion startled the nearby soldiers, and before they knew it, dozens of people had gathered. As they listened to the commander's question, the group of people stood with their heads perfectly aligned, looking like a flock of silly geese from a distance.

"You little rascal, haven't you been eyeing that gun the instructor has been holding? It was made on a production line developed by someone else!"

"And you! You've always been calling that 'cannon barrel,' oh, you know, that RPG, your wife, right? Let me tell you, your 'wife' was made by someone else!"

"And..." the leader lowered his voice mysteriously, causing a bunch of clueless geese to move closer.

"And all this stuff we moved..."

The leader's voice was low again, and the silly geese started to jostle each other, pushing and shoving forward.

"These things were just something someone else created by detonating a bomb!"

As he spoke, the regimental commander pointed to the puddle left behind by the small hill, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Oh"

"Oh"

"Oh"

……

Hmm, what was that poem called again? The line before "White feathers float on green water"?

These five words are the best description of this group of soldiers.

After a brief silence, the scene was like a drop of water falling into hot oil.

"Commander, are you still half asleep?!"

"Hey, is that possible? I didn't hear that much noise!"

"That's right, that's right! The hill where our battalion was stationed was bombed by that big-nosed guy for a whole day before several layers were shaved off! You're saying it was all done by a bomb? You're kidding me!"

"Commander! You've violated the disciplinary regulations!"

The regimental commander was already having a headache over the secrecy regulations, and when he heard the veteran talking about the disciplinary regulations, he was completely stunned.

"Why is it another regulation? What did I do wrong?"

The veteran proudly puffed out his chest, the bright red badge gleaming on his chest.

"Being two-faced, outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, deceiving superiors and subordinates, playing double games, and being a double-dealer! That will be punished by the organization! We've officially joined! Tell me, don't your words violate the regulations?"

The regimental commander straightened his posture, raised his right hand, and said: "I swear that if I utter even the slightest lie, I am willing to accept punishment from the organization!"

Seeing how serious their commander was, the group of battle-hardened veterans immediately believed him.

They began to stare eagerly at the little guy surrounded by burly men. A few quick-witted ones immediately nudged the regimental commander.

"Commander, are you stupid! Such a powerful item, why don't you go and beg for one to keep as our talisman?"

"Exactly, being close to the source is advantageous, Commander! The area we're going to for our troop rotation isn't peaceful. If there were something like this there..."

"Hey, good things come in pairs! How can you only have one? Two, let's have two!"

"Hey Hey……"

Upon hearing this, the entire group of soldiers, including their commander, were captivated by a wonderful fantasy, unable to extricate themselves.

"Hey, by the way, why is such a formidable person digging in the dirt with us?"

"Could it be..."

Just then, Grandma Jiang arrived with the villagers and was taken aback when she saw a group of soldiers helping to dig a pit.

The quick-witted Jiang Dong, seeing his brother digging a hole, excitedly shouted and ran over: "Boss! It's really blown up! Our water pit is solved!"

The soldiers watched as Jiang Dong ran towards their "capable man" like a happy little dog, and suddenly realized what was going on.

"Comrades! Let's work harder! We must make sure this reservoir is deep and well-constructed!"

The leading soldier, without waiting for the regimental commander's orders, immediately and spontaneously became a propagandist.

"One bomb, and it's like this?"

"Yes! Do you want it or not!"

"miss you!"

The soldiers who were a little further away didn't know what had happened, nor did they know why their squad leader had become so agitated after hearing the regimental commander's words.

But upon hearing the reason, their mouths were practically watering!

The fear of insufficient firepower is deeply ingrained in our team's mind. When we hear that there is such a powerful thing, how can we not want it!

"If you want it, hurry up and help them finish building the reservoir! Didn't you see the designer digging the holes himself? If you save him time, maybe he can build a few more for us!"

then,

After the news spread.

The soldiers' speed in swinging shovels has evolved to an unprecedented level; they've practically disappeared from sight!

……

Just as everyone was working hard, two people stood on the top of the slope.

"Hey, Secretary Liu, with so many people, do we need to hand out a 'dictionary' to everyone?"

The second male lead in the leather jacket suppressed a wicked smile and looked at the somewhat stunned Secretary Liu.

"Heh, I'm tired. Let's destroy it!"

Secretary Liu looked utterly dejected and simply plopped down on the hilltop.

"Hey, can I borrow the radio for a moment?"

"what?"

"Call for reinforcements..."

"Hey, this isn't like IDCPC's style. Don't you guys usually go it alone?"

"Pah! That's because you're all alone and helpless outside. Who wouldn't want to use help if they had it!"

"Hey, are you guys working so hard?"

"Yeah, who knows! There's this uncle who hasn't contacted us in a long time, we really don't know how he's doing..."

Secretary Liu sighed and looked up at the sky, which was gradually darkening again.

I don't know when, but a bright star suddenly appeared in the night sky, shining much brighter than the other stars...

"Uncle, are you alright?"