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Xiong Zhen is one of Ye Qisun’s most valued students. Neither of the two future Nobel Prize winners in Physics has ever won such an honor.
If you know that this top student in the Department of Physics of Huaqing University not only had excellent academic performance during his time at Huaqing University, he also loved cultural and sports activities. He participated in the school drama troupe and played an important role in it; he was famous in sports competitions inside and outside the school.
He is a track and field athlete, tennis captain, and a man of the hour on the football field. If he can continue to develop, it may not be difficult for him to become a dazzling art or sports star.
But none of this seems worth mentioning for Xiong Zhen. What he is best at is scientific research. You can understand why Ye Qisun values him so much.
Yes, in the face of the scientific research talent of this top student from Huaqing University, all his other achievements have eclipsed. The future famous land mine warfare will be the work of this man, led by him, and his other two will also become the most famous people in China in the future.
With the help of his classmates who were top scientists, the chemical fertilizer powder used by the Japanese army to increase food production became the raw material for making explosives that blew up the trains of the Japanese invaders. If this was just a small test of his talent in physics and chemistry, then using a simple method
He made a radio telegraph with his own electronic tubes and wires, and used the Glauber's salt naturally formed in the toilet to purify the black powder needed for cannonballs and bullets, which fully demonstrated his talent.
He is a genius, a genius who is not inferior to any physics master in the world. Because of him, the Japanese invaders have many wandering ghosts.
To be noticed and even possibly followed by such a genius, Liu Lang, the nominal chief engineer of the arsenal, was really lucky.
But of course Liu Lang, who was still hundreds of miles away at this moment, didn't know that he was hit by a pie falling from the sky again. By the time he knew it, it was already after the war.
Liu Lang still regretted this. If he had known that it would be such a good thing to curse Little Japan by calling him on the phone, wouldn't it be enough for him to write one letter every day? No, he had to scold one in the morning, another at noon, and before dinner and when he went to bed.
Come here once, will there be any unexpected surprises?
Professor Ye Da's group of disciples who will all be great in the future, any name is enough to shock him, a big boss, into a crooked mouth. If they all come to him, will they bring the Yankees in advance?
Those two big guys who beat up the little devil came out early? Liu Lang really didn't know.
Anyway, many years later, those talented people used the rulers and pens in their hands to create that thing in the Gobi Desert in the southwestern part of the motherland, and dazzled the titanium dogs of the foreign devils all over the world who were waiting to see China's jokes.
Eye.
China has since become one of the top five powers in the world. Even if China promises not to use big weapons to beat people in the future, do you believe it? Anyway, all Chinese people believe it, whether you, a certain world policeman, believe it or not.
At this moment, Liu Lang was looking for someone to talk to.
The atmosphere was harmonious and heart-to-heart talk.
The Eighth Division was still running away in stride. Although they claimed to be retreating, everyone who had received Liu Lang's message knew that they were running away shamelessly, including the Kwantung Army Headquarters.
What they were worried about was that the Eighth Division was not running fast enough.
But the Kwantung Army Headquarters really thought too much, and the 8th Division, which had completely put its face in their pocket, ran much faster than they imagined.
He ran really fast, and even Liu Lang didn't expect that a team of lightly-armed Japs could move more than 120 miles a day, just as described in military history. Even the Eighth Division could move more than 120 miles a day.
This goal was greatly exceeded. They actually ran seventy miles in one afternoon, averaging fourteen miles per hour.
The four special forces soldiers who had been tracking them almost couldn't breathe.
Seeing that the Japanese invaders had already fled without risking their lives.
Liu Lang simply used a sledgehammer to kill the chicken, using a total of one and a half battalions of nearly 1,000 troops and all heavy weapons from the left, center and right directions. In only half an hour, he defeated the two days of stubborn resistance in an attempt to delay the retreat of the main force.
After the Kou infantry squadron was completely wiped out, the entire army reorganized for two hours before pursuing the Eighth Division again at a speed of eight miles per hour.
Of course, during these two hours, the soldiers were repairing, but Liu Lang, the military commander, could not rest. He had to deal with many chores.
For example, review the manuscripts of Liu Xueyuan, a beautiful journalist, and make some comments when appropriate, such as adding his romantic message.
Another example is that the great reporter named He Yizhi has been keeping too low profile during this period.
Different from Liu Xueyuan's much-anticipated war diary of a beautiful reporter, reporter He Yizhihe's articles are always in an inconspicuous corner. The content is as low-key and restrained as the location, and the satisfactory text description almost makes people unaware of it.
The daily newspaper actually sent two reporters to conduct frontline interviews in the battlefield.
This unattractive male reporter rarely even leaves the regiment headquarters. If it weren't for the fact that two soldiers from the security platoon were sent to protect him every time he interviewed, thousands of people in the Great Wall Regiment would have regarded him as a passerby. He has been on the front line for more than ten days.
, even a deadbeat like Zhao Ergou, who knew everyone he met, called him by the wrong last name several times.
You can imagine how low-key this reporter He had to be.
If Liu Lang hadn't seen this name in a certain biography in the future time and space, and had a slight impression of it because the name was very special, and he happened to meet a beautiful reporter next to him on a full-moon night, how would he look out of place?
Liu Lang would really ignore this male reporter.
He Yizhi had a rather elegant name, but decades later, an important figure in the Kuomintang disclosed the secret that had been kept for decades in the form of a biography. Many Chinese people remembered this somewhat special name.
name.
It turns out that in that era, the Chinese really did a lot of unknown things, including people with this name.
Liu Lang believed that the unattractive, low-key and reserved reporter in front of him should be that person. There was no other reason. The leader of the People's Daily was not stupid. It was enough to send such an excellent beautiful reporter, so why would he send an additional man?
Is the reporter trying to make things worse?
Who doesn't know that a certain "anti-Japanese hero" who won the Medal of the Blue Sky and White Sun loved to have contact with rich and noble girls in Shanghai? Don't believe Liu Lang, the president of People's Daily, even if you look at the rumor that "a certain person is fat and looks like a slut, but he is actually a wolf."
The editor dared to use this behavior to send a male reporter as the escort to show his trust.
Liu Lang didn’t believe it anyway.
Now, it's finally time to talk to this person.
So, Liu Lang, who was busy with his busy schedule, invited this low-key reporter to have tea and chat.
He handed the tea in the cup to He Yizhi, who looked normal.
Liu Lang made a sitting gesture, and when He Yizhi sat down, he smiled slightly and said, "I rarely communicate with you. I'm really sorry."
"Commander Liu, please don't say that. You are busy with the war. I understand." He Yizhi looked panicked.
"Haha, it's not because of the busy war, it's because..." Liu Lang paused slightly.