I don't know why, although he knew that it was inappropriate for Tang Lang to hold the automatic rifle that originated 4,000 years ago and gently rub it with his fingers, Lao Wang had the mentality that he should not disturb him at this time.
Could that old gun named "Gong" have an unusual story? For this young student and soldier, Lao Wang, who has an extremely emotional side in his personality, actually remained silent.
Even though Tang Lang disassembled the automatic rifle into ten parts with a few skillful "clicks" and arranged them neatly on the exhibition stand, Lao Wang's throat trembled, but he suppressed his previous constant complaints. After that, Tang Lang seemed to be still
Not satisfied, he actually disassembled the larger parts among the ten parts in more detail, from the grip to the magazine to the receiver compartment, until the hammer, hammer buckle and firing spring were all taken out.
Got a piece.
If Lao Wang hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have mistakenly thought that this rifle was designed by Tang Lang. Even such fine parts were disassembled, and the whole process did not take more than 10 seconds.
"This gun is well maintained!" Tang Lang nodded with emotion after completing the disassembly, and then began to assemble it again.
A pair of hands is like the most precise machine tool. The scattered parts that were disassembled are reassembled as if they were alive. Even in less time than the disassembly, a complete gunpowder-driven antique rifle reappears.
In front of Lao Wang.
Pulling the bolt, Tang Lang grinned: "As long as there are bullets, this gun can still kill the enemy!"
Lao Wang couldn't help but be speechless, isn't this nonsense! Although after entering the starry sky, this kind of gunpowder automatic rifle produced thousands of years ago was completely eliminated due to problems such as low projectile velocity, too close effective range, and too low ammunition power, but human beings have
It has not evolved into steel and iron bones. Let alone metal projectiles with a speed of 800 meters per second. Even a bow can also take away the life of a modern human without a combat uniform.
Of course, when soldiers put on combat helmets and combat uniforms that cover 90% of the torso, this old-fashioned gunpowder gun will no longer work. If modern soldiers returned to the ancient times with assault rifles, let alone stop a hundred with one shot.
, it was not a big problem to block it for dozens of times. Metal projectiles reaching 6 times the speed of sound could even penetrate the armor of the main battle tanks of that era.
Seeing that Lao Wang was speechless at first and then showed disdain on his face, Tang Lang smiled slightly: "Don't believe it, even though it is an old antique gun, it can kill the enemy with ease. Didn't a great man say that? It is never the equipment that determines war, but
Man himself.”
"By the way, if I told you that my father once held this gun and killed a whole class of enemies, would you believe it?" Tang Lang gently put the automatic rifle in his hand back to its original position.
Lao Wang really wanted to say he didn't believe it, but his body nodded honestly. Tang Lang seemed to have some kind of magic power. If he said yes, it must be yes.
And this also explains very well why Tang Lang felt so emotional and familiar with this type of gun when he saw it.
As for why there are still people fighting with such antique guns in this era, it is not too surprising. Although the Federation bans guns, there may be air theft and invasion at any time on some remote planets and mining stars.
It is tacitly understood that local residents and miners own weapons. The weapons are naturally purchased from the black market and come in all kinds. It is not strange to have such a retro gunpowder automatic rifle.
thing.
"Haha! I lied to you. With my old man's ability, I don't even believe it, but you still believe it!" Tang Lang couldn't help laughing when he saw that Lao Wang suddenly turned into a good boy.
This young man must have an extraordinary story. After all, the perceptive Lao Wang caught a glimpse of the unspeakable sadness in Tang Lang's eyes. While anger welled up on his face because Tang Lang was joking around, he felt a surge of joy deep in his heart.
Another extremely strange emotion emerged.
"Don't talk nonsense. If Professor Edward sees you fooling around here, he will definitely drive you out!" Lao Wang said firmly. "Now, Professor Edward is probably pretty busy. We should
It’s over.”
After this incident, although the two of them never spoke again, somehow their mutually indifferent relationship changed slightly. At least when Tang Lang expressed his amazement at the objects he saw along the way and even couldn't help but take action, Lao Wang
He no longer complained angrily to the side, but the arrogant expression on his face that looked at the country bumpkin became a bit more intense.
Finally, the two arrived at the core area of the laboratory. In a work area with many robotic arms, the figure of a white-haired old man who was busy appeared.
A white-haired old man wearing a pair of auxiliary work glasses was doing some kind of work on the operating table. Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, the old man turned around and said "Zizzi". The strange shape looked like a pair of mechanical eyepieces of a microscope.
The eyes adjust focus by telescopically.
The old man stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead lightly, and the mechanical glasses flipped upward, revealing Tang Lang's familiar eyes with drooped eyelids but clear eyes. Then, Tang Lang had never seen a smiling person in the whole afternoon and night he spent with him.
The white-haired old man actually smiled for the first time.
"Xiao Tang is here. Not bad. I'm very satisfied with your performance in the academy during this period."
Tang Lang bowed lightly to Edward: "Young man has the honor to enter the Advanced Laboratory today and appreciate the light of wisdom of our forefathers. I owe it all to Professor Ai for the opportunity!"
Tang Lang didn't thank the old man for giving him a high score of 49. That was because he knew that the score was Edward's own point of view, whether it was because of the weird design provided by Hob Meat or because he dared to challenge the difficulty.
Courage, but there is absolutely no ruthlessness in it. To thank a teacher for giving a high score to a student is not a thank you, but an insult to the teacher.
However, being able to enter this palace of knowledge requires a certain amount of favor. Without favor, the most he can do is wait outside for him to make an original or a piece of paper in front of the senior professor.
The result of waste products, and there is absolutely no chance to set foot in it.
Edward waved his hand: "This is an opportunity you fought for. It has nothing to do with me. I just made a pair of eyes to discover the stars. This dark universe needs such eyes."
Lao Wang's face turned from white to green, and then from green to black. It was extremely dark.
The white-haired old man's words naturally meant that if it weren't for him, Tang Lang, the "bright" star, might have been buried, and the universe in front of most people in this world would be pitch black.
And he is one of the vast majority of people.
Bragging? No, it's Chi Guoguo's back door, which is almost shameless suppression. Unexpectedly, Edward, one of the seven giants in charge of managing the college, is no longer going further and further down the wrong path of science. It's a matter of ideological and moral issues.
The quality has seriously declined to rot and deterioration.
Qingyu Laowang felt great shame and anger.
Edward, although I, Wang Baiyong, am not as powerful and influential as you, but you are so unscrupulous... I, Wang Baiyong, will fight for my own future, even if it is an egg against a stone, even if I am bruised and bleeding,
I also want you to know that there is no room for tarnishment in the First Federal Military Academy and this temple of wisdom of the past.
Just when the "romantic genius" was already full of passion and impassioned, he stood up and angrily rebuked the white-haired old man. The white-haired old man suddenly turned to him, and the expression on his face changed from the gentle one towards Tang Lang to his original one.
What it should look like: "Xiao Wang, do you understand why I called you here today?"
Facing Edward, who is as famous as his teacher, the word "shameless" that Lao Wang just wanted to denounce was stuck in his throat by this seemingly understated but somewhat cold question. Although he was angry.
He is cowardly, but he is very angry in his heart, but his mouth is very honest: "I know that science cannot tolerate any falsehood. Whether the design is good or bad must be based on experimental data."
"You clearly know this truth, so why do you talk so loudly in the freshman class? You are a senior professor in the Department of Energy Technology and the most promising young teacher in the college. Do you know the consequences of doing this? Even the freshmen will do the same.
Relying on your own likes and dislikes to decide the success or failure of a design." The white-haired old man's tone was very bad, and he did not give Lao Wang, a senior professor, any face. "If I were Academician Hua Tianli, I might regret that I didn't do it before you graduate.
Let me teach you a lesson like this, which is tantamount to committing a crime."
At this time, Lao Wang's face was no longer black, but purple.
The name of Professor Demon is known to the whole school, but for him to say this in front of a new student, he is no longer standing in the position of a senior or a college administrator, but is shamelessly suppressing to the extreme, and has even been implicated in it.
his teacher.
Lao Wang no longer felt humiliated, but filled with grief and indignation. It was so sad that the greatest student in the Federation had such a scum in the scientific world occupying a high position.
Thinking of this, Lao Wang gave it all and said in a hissed voice: "Academician Ai, first of all, I am responsible for my own mistakes. Please don't implicate my teacher. Also, although I am not as high as you in terms of reputation.
, but I have also made great achievements in my profession. My senior professors did not have any backdoor or nepotistic relationships. They relied on my own abilities. Do you think I don’t know about the countless problems that exist in that design?
?”
He reached out and opened the virtual screen on his personal brain, brought up Tang Lang's energy valve design, and said coldly: "This design, in my opinion, is nonsense. The filter and controller are twisted together.
, regardless of the simple beauty of industrial design, when the collision between energy flow ions produces countless energy storms reaching a certain magnitude, energy flames will be generated, and this is the place where the energy flow must pass through, and the explosion is almost avoided.
It’s inevitable, what kind of test is needed?”
He glanced sideways at Tang Lang beside him and said coldly: "I have no objection to this new student Tang Lang. He is an outstanding federal soldier. Making bombs is his specialty!"
It can be said that the remaining reason has suppressed his anger to the extreme. Although his tone has become cold, and he even used a mocking tone to no longer call Ed Huawei a professor but an academician, but in the end he still did not completely break his face.
This is a scholar. No matter how angry he is, he speaks with his mouth instead of his fists. If it were Tang Lang, he might have stopped using his mouth.
However, the old man was obviously a different kind. He smiled coldly and did not talk nonsense with the angry and mad professor. He directly grabbed a maintenance arm from the operating table and threw it to Tang Lang, "Make it for him to see!"
A typical practical person! Tang Lang sighed and picked up the robotic arm, and his answer was equally concise and clear: "I can't use it!"