my scientific age

Chapter 272 Wanping City!
It is especially hot at noon.

On the campus, light blue figures that were rare in the past are now everywhere.

Light blue tops, black skirts, some with beautiful faces, with long black and thick hair, some with short hair, but exuding a sassy aura, some as quiet and gentle as an orchid, and some as gentle as a water town in the south of the Yangtze River Feminine, these girls have different looks and temperaments, the only thing in common is that they all hold a math book in their hands.

All the girls sit on the benches, take advantage of the shade provided by the trees, eat their own dry food, and read and study. All these elements constitute a unique group of Republic of China girls in Chinese history.

They are independent, dare to show their faces, boldly pursue freedom and equality, and work hard for the rise of China.

"I wish you the title of the Golden List." Yu Hua, who was a cook, looked at the hard-working girls on the benches on both sides of the road, silently sent blessings in his heart, and then walked to the sacred place of the cook.

To him, these girls are former pioneers and deserve respect.

As for the research and development progress, it took a whole morning of drawings. The converter structure design has been completed by 40%. If you work harder at night, you should be able to complete the last piece of the oxygen top-blown converter puzzle.

Yes, the structural design is a full 40% complete.

One is that he and Professor Zhuang have become more and more tacit, and the cooperation and communication efficiency between the two sides is extremely high, and the other is Professor Zhuang's own strength.

Design maniac!

Professor Zhuang's talent in machinery and industry is extraordinary. If only a mechanical genius is used to describe it, Yu Hua feels that it is not very appropriate. This boss is completely a monster in the mechanical field.

Knowing all the mechanical structures like the back of the hand, Yu Hua often only needs to say a word, and Professor Zhuang can draw inferences from one case.

Immediately after...

The design inspiration explodes directly.

The most important thing is that this is not only true in mechanics, but also in applied chemistry and engineering chemistry, as well as weapons design, etc.

To be honest, I am shocked by the academic level and talent shown by Professor Yu Huazhuang. In terms of his comprehensive strength, he is definitely a thorough strategic scientist. A scientist at this level should be famous for history. In the long river, however, for some unknown reason, Professor Zhuang Qianding is not well-known, even mediocre.

This is not common sense.

But...there are often a lot of unreasonable things in the world.

Yu Hua didn't get into the matter of why Professor Zhuang was not famous. He came to the Holy Land of Ganfan, and was successfully given two coarse grain steamed buns, a plate of crushed pickled cabbage, and a box of sweet potato porridge by the auntie.

Today's lunch in the cafeteria was not bad. In addition to meat, the vegetarian dishes were well matched, and the sweet potato porridge made Yu Hua feel a touch of hometown. After all, his favorite food when he was a child was sweet potato porridge.

However, the sweet potato porridge in 1937 was far less sweet and delicious than later generations.

Sweet potato porridge served with crushed pickled cabbage, with a head full of coarse grains in his right hand, Yu Hua ate this lunch without haste, this lunch on July 1937, [-], enjoying one of the few leisure moments.

Sit down and feel with your eyes and heart this day that is engraved in the hearts of all Chinese people.

An orderly rice-fighting team, a strong academic atmosphere, a quiet campus, a famous Chinese master and top professor in history, and the taciturn Principal Mei Yiqi, who has been wearing a black long coat all the time. This is in 1937. Tsinghua Garden, this is what he has seen with his eyes since he stepped into Tsinghua Garden.

Strong patriotic enthusiasm, hot and scalding blood, and a sonorous roar for the sake of China and [-] million compatriots, these things have never been cut off in the sky above Tsinghua Garden for decades. In the heart of her predecessor Yu Hua, she can feel the Tsinghua Garden, which only existed in this era, and the days to come.

It was beating vigorously, but it was shooting hot blood with anger, because, today, the memory in my mind made this heart feel an uncontrollable anger.

"After today, everything will change. There is not much time left for me, and I will work harder than ever." Yu Hua slowly ate his whole head full of coarse grains, stared at the world outside the cafeteria, whispered to himself, and firmed himself again. heart and will.

This is the best of times, and it is also the worst of times. There are many opportunities left for myself. What I have to do is—

Work hard, work hard, work hard!
Persevere, ignore the eyes and words of others, and be yourself until you can say that you are not ashamed of yourself and this era and say that I am not ashamed of this time of transmigration.

Go ahead, Yu Hua!
……

The sunset is on the west mountain, and the night is gradually falling.

Fengtai, Lugou Bridge, outside Wanping City.

The third brigade, which belongs to the First Wing of the Riverside Brigade, is led by the major commander, Kiyoshi Ichiki, and conducts daily military exercises on the other side of the river, which is about two kilometers away from Wanping City. The content of the exercise is to attack the defenders of Lugou Bridge. .

"Boom boom boom!" The deafening sound of shelling continued one after another, and 70mm shells fell like raindrops. This was the Japanese brigade-level support firepower Type [-] infantry artillery.

Artillery bombed, infantry rushed.

When the bombardment ended immediately, all the Japanese troops of the Third Battalion assumed an offensive posture, firing bursts of machine gun fire to cover the infantry's attack, while the infantry, relying on the terrain, quickly and steadily launched an attack to a predetermined position 600 meters away.

Cat on the waist, showing the best fighting state, the pace is fast and vigorous, under the command and leadership of the squad leader and the sergeant, the attacking troops quickly broke through the defense line.

Elite.

Really elite.

In Wanping City on the other side of the river, Ji Xingwen, the supreme commander of the 30th Regiment of the No.219 Seventh Division, held a telescope and stared at the Japanese troops who were carrying out military exercises on the opposite side. Sigh, compared with the tactical quality, the Japanese army on the other side is more than three times stronger than the soldiers of the 219th regiment.

Rifle artillery coordination, machine guns cover cross-attack, the tactics are strong, it is terrifying.

The tactical quality alone is three times stronger, not to mention the advantages of weapons and equipment.

Ji Xingwen's face was solemn, and there was a worry in his eyes. If a battle really broke out, how should this battle be fought to win?
As a soldier, he is not afraid of fighting, let alone death, but he is afraid of his meaningless death, and even more afraid of fighting a battle without hope of victory.

The third brigade of old acquaintances on the other side of the river could almost easily defeat the 219 regiment he was proud of.

Also, Ji Xingwen always felt something was wrong.

"I don't know why, today I always feel blocked inside, my left eye keeps twitching, and I feel like something bad is going to happen." Ji Xingwen put down the telescope, sighed softly, and said.

(End of this chapter)