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Tuzhen, a place called outpost a few months ago. /Shou/Fao, this vast and sparsely populated land does not even have a place name. After the Zhong** team recovered the land ceded during the Qing Dynasty, a group of temporary material storage warehouses, medical and health epidemic prevention stations, battlefield hospitals and other facilities were built based on the transportation and highway transfer stations. As the scale of the battle expanded, there were more and more buildings here, and more people gathered. Moreover, the personnel were not only simple soldiers like before, civil porters who accompanied the army, merchants who transported materials with the army, logistics team personnel, some families, and some farmers who lost their land in China, and others became the first batch of unplanned immigrants;

These people built their own houses with their own hands and began to make a living here; because the land had not been completely thawed and was inconvenient to open up land, these people used the flow of troops to do some small business, and the catering industry was the first choice for small business. Although the army had its own canteen, there were not many types of dishes in institutionalized management; and these drivers who transported supplies were willing to send the prey they occasionally encountered on the road to these small shops for incoming materials processing. Some bosses even bought some damaged daily necessities from the drivers on a small scale.

The drivers of the transport team will sell the materials as long as they are not military supplies. The few tons of rice, flour, potatoes, vegetables, grains and other materials on the truck will be sold for a few kilograms less than 10 kilograms. For the people in the military's material management office, no one cares about it, but for these people who are seeking life, they can save their lives at critical moments. After a while, these people survived the initial hardship and gained a foothold in this land. Although these people are not the planned immigrant population, with the efforts of these people, the household registration book named Xintu Town New Population Residential Area will be entered.

In the battlefield hospital in Xintu Town, Bao Xiaoran was leaving with several old comrades-in-arms of Tubi.

"Get it, this is your discharge certificate, and there is a temporary transfer certificate for giving priority to the local treatment if the wound feels. If the school has not started, at least you have to wait until the wound is stable before you can be discharged." The turtle man opened the two certificates for Bao Xiaoran to see before stuffing him into his pocket, telling him earnestly what to do to pay attention to when the wound on his hand has not been completely healed.

"Don't worry, the squad leader, didn't he just cut off a few fingers? A minor injury." Bao Xiaoran shook his right hand wrapped in gauze.

"You are the only one along the way, from the northernmost end of China to the southernmost end of China. You should take care of yourself on these thousands of kilometers of roads. When you encounter difficulties, don't hold it in your arms and go to the local military office."

"I know, don't worry, just that's the problem. You squad leader, you underestimate me too much."

"Okay, there are not many hours left. It will take some time for your retirement procedure to fall. I will help you handle the matter here."

"Thank you, squad leader."

"Get on the bus, this time I go to Harbin, and then transfer the bus there." The tutu looked at the convoy about to start the land and said his final farewell to Bao Xiaoran.

"Squad leader... take care of yourself!" Bao Xiaoran hugged the old squad leader who had led him for more than two years. A feeling of parting made his nose sore.

"Get out quickly. Don't miss the car!" Tu_ also felt the emotions that Bao Xiaoran was contagious. He pushed Bao Xiaoran away and scolded him with a smile.

Run to the door of the truck that was slowly moving. Bao Xiaoran jumped into the cab with the door open and immediately stretched out to say goodbye to his class hand. Not far away, the rustic guy also stood there and kept waving and watching the truck go away.

After the truck turned around, Bao Xiaoran returned to the cab with tears that were about to roll out. The driver was also a soldier. He felt the sadness of parting, so he did not disturb the new passengers. The convoy was moving very quickly. Not long after Li Tu Town, the driver suddenly found that some Chinese soldiers were waving their hands at the convoy.

"Are you brothers?" The driver patted Bao Xiaoran and pointed at the soldiers on the hillside.

"Yes!" Bao Xiaoran saw the figures on the hillside that he could not be familiar with. Tears could no longer be stopped.

"Go and shout a few times, don't keep it in your heart. I don't know when I will meet again after this separation... and some people will never meet in this life..." The driver is a second-level sergeant. He has rich experience and knows what it feels like to leave the army. Moreover, in this state of war, some old brothers may die in the battlefield.

"Rabbit! Mouse! Class Deputy! You all have to live well!! We will have to drink together when you come back!!" Bao Xiaoran grabbed the handle on the car door with his left hand, and his right hand wrapped in gauze kept waving in the sky, while the old brothers on the hillside kept waving their hands to respond to him.

After leaving the army, Bao Xiaoran returned to Harbin by truck from the transport convoy. After checking the wound and changing medicine in the hospital here, Bao Xiaoran took the train heading south and changed and transferred the train all the way. Since he was a soldier and a disabled soldier who could be judged at a glance, he received varying degrees of care along the way. Without much story, he came to the Southwest Advanced Technical College where he was admitted.

"It's so big..." Bao Xiaoran, who was carrying a bag and was rushing to get on the road, was

The huge campus in front of the gate of the technical college was shocked by the small area. The area covered by the first time can indeed make all those who come here here be shocked by the same feeling. People next to the college have long been used to this kind of scene.

When he went to the admission office to handle the admission procedures, the staff were particularly enthusiastic when they saw that the late student was actually an injured soldier. Although there would be people from the army coming to study, it was the first time for disabled soldiers. After completing the admission procedures, the staff even asked the students who were helping here to lead Bao Xiaoran to the affiliated hospital of the college to check his wounds first. After the doctor checked and changed the dressing, he led Bao Xiaoran to his dormitory.

At the door of the dormitory, Bao Xiaoran opened the door and found that the roommates here did not notice the opening of the door, but focused on a semi-complete test piece on the dormitory desktop. Although Bao Xiaoran didn't know what this test piece was used for, the numerous wires and rough production processes of this test piece told him that this was something made by the students here themselves, and these students were testing the test piece here.

A student lit a candle and shook it in front of the probe of the test subject and began to move left and right. The probe also noticed the candle. The probe began to rotate under the servo of the small motor. Although the speed was very slow and unstable, the probe was indeed constantly chasing the candle. However, this pursuit process did not take long after the "horn" inside the test subject.

"Don't! Damn!"

The students in the dormitory exclaimed after the failure, and then the student who led Bao Xiaoran knocked on the dormitory and told everyone that there were guests coming.

The boys all had a good impression and yearning for military uniforms, not to mention the prides of Chinese disciplines gathered here. When these roommates saw that their new roommate was actually a soldier, they immediately gathered around them enthusiastically, and the one who helped unload their luggage and cleaned up the bed. After a while, they introduced each other.

"Bao Xiao, a soldier of the Sixth Army, this injury... what the Soviet Union's Russians left to me." Bao Xiaoran introduced himself after his roommates introduced him. Seeing everyone staring at his incomplete right hand, Bao Xiaoran said calmly.

"Hero..." The roommates in the lobby made a sound of admiration.

"I dare not say whether a hero is a hero. I just do my own job well. By the way, is this your work?" Bao Xiaoran focused on the test items on the desktop.

"Oh, that's here: a few third-grade students made it. Several students from the second floor mechanical department also helped a lot, and the heat-sensing automatic tracker. But it's just a primary product that can only identify objects above 200 degrees within ten meters. The main reason is that the sensitivity of this part is not good enough. After all, we can't find parts with more sensitive sensing. When we have a better thermal head in the future, I believe we can develop better things." A third-grade senior in a dormitory introduced the experimental items on the table. He was the principal of this dormitory.

"It's great. I've seen these similar things in the military; some of the core areas on the fixed defense line have similar things, but those should be military supplies, and the sensitivity of the parts is much better than what you can find on the market. Moreover, those thermal sensing detectors are only passive detection, and can only detect the heat source body to issue alarms, and they can not track automatically like you." Bao Xiaoran knew what it means if these things were developed into weapons.

"Really? We just tried to make one if it was fun. Is it really that useful?" Another old senior also became excited.

"Of course, there is, whether this thing is for military or civilian purposes, as long as it can be practical, the future prospects will be wrong." Bao Xiaoran continued to encourage everyone.

"But these electronic automatic judgment and output tracking mechanical steering instructions are easy to say. After all, we learn this. It is our business to convert signals into output instructions, but we can do nothing about this thermal sensitive response." A roommate sighed helplessly.

"Don't worry, you can put as much rice as you want. Not all places will be as demanding as the battlefield. For civilians, there are countless places that require automatic processing. As long as the volume of the automatic processing electronic instrument can be reduced to a suitable level, there will be enough market potential." Bao Xiaoran slapped the huge electronic signal processor under the table with his left hand, indicating the direction his roommates were going to study.

"Haha, I heard you all the time and I suddenly realized it! I have found my graduation project next year. Let's go! Go to the cafeteria to go to welcome our brothers who came to c58308!" The sheriff happily climbed Bao Xiaoran's shoulder and suggested to his roommates. Of course, his suggestions were unanimously agreed by everyone except Bao Xiaoran.
Chapter completed!