A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 424 Little Notebook, Take Notes and Write.

In the Jiang family's small courtyard, a lone lamp shone, its large bulb dangling from an electrical cord, casting a desolate glow in the cold wind.

The two brothers, in the same boat, leaned their heads together, carefully deciphering the words on the small handbook.

"Have you finished reading? Turn the page!"

"Translate my ass! What does this word mean? Translate it for me!"

"Carrier?"

"Yeah! What the hell is his carrier!" Old Wang grinned, his face blackened by the explosion, and he and Little Dumb Hair worked under the lamp without even wiping it off.

"The medium is your little notebook for keeping a diary, understand?" Jiang Xia pushed the dark-faced man's arm around him with a headache. If it weren't for a certain big shot giving them instructions over the newly installed phone that "if you fail the assessment, you'll both be punished," Jiang Xia would have gone to bed long ago. She wouldn't have had time to tutor this guy who could only get a graduation certificate.

"Diary? You think I would write a diary? I can't even be bothered to write interrogation records..." Old Wang chewed on a pencil stub, crunching away.

"That's true, who keeps a diary anyway..."

"Hmm? I think I saw you writing?" Old Wang squinted at Jiang Xia.

"Nonsense! Who would write their innermost thoughts in a diary!"

"Hmm! Can what's written down be considered one's true feelings?"

"Hahahaha..." The two burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears welled up in Jiang Xia's eyes.

"It's a good thing that person kept a diary. If what he did had happened in the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't he have been sentenced to have his entire family wiped out?" Jiang Xia thought to himself, recalling the vague information that Secretary Liu had just given him.

"Ha, that's why I say despicable!"

"By the way, why didn't you participate? Aren't you part of the action team?"

"Tsk, this is just to save face for certain people. We still have projects to discuss with France. We can only settle the score once we've secured the benefits!"

"Settle the accounts? And you say you don't keep a diary!"

"That's a little notebook, not a diary!"

Old Wang, who likes to keep a record of things in a notebook, doesn't know that there are also people keeping such records in the frontier.

"Damn it! Lost? Lost all the way here? This is clearly a spy!"

Upon hearing the results of the Red Army instructor's interrogation, Company Commander Qi angrily threw his hat to the ground.

"What did they say?"

"Don't get angry, or you won't be able to breathe. Don't blame me for not saving you!" The Red Army instructor pointed at him, telling him to calm down.

"They said a battalion of comrades would be coming to assist us soon, and then, well, treat the prisoners well and wait for further instructions!"

"Preferential treatment my ass! He's already turned into a pancake, how can I give him preferential treatment? Should I stick two incense sticks on him?"

Company Commander Qi turned his head and spat.

"Damn it! You're so clumsy! Where did all that momentum we had when we threw that punch go?!"

"Alright, stop shouting. The higher-ups must have their reasons, but sending comrades to provide support... I think the bigwigs can't hold back any longer..."

"Oh?" After calming down, Company Commander Qi thought about it. This time, the higher-ups' actions were indeed different from before. Previously, they had told those scattered soldiers to stay far away, but this time they had directly brought in a regular army.

After thinking for a moment, Company Commander Qi's eyes lit up:

"Then? Should I write this down in a little notebook first?"

The Red Army political instructor laughed, but his exposed canine teeth made him look somewhat ferocious: "Remember! Remember it well!"

"Report! The reinforcements have arrived!"

"Ha! You arrived so quickly?" Company Commander Qi stood up in surprise.

The Red Army political instructor looked somewhat worried: "How could it be so fast! This is the roof of the plateau, were the comrades injured during the maneuver?"

"Well, the comrades are unharmed. However, it seems that many of our silent comrades have been lost..."

what?

The two quickly crawled out of the tent and saw a long line of soldiers walking towards them in the distance.

"Comrades, slow down, no rush, there's no emergency! Pay attention to your breathing..."

……

"Company Commander Qi! Please help us! We've been rushing all this way, and quite a few of our small cannons have broken down..."

After inspecting the surrounding area and arranging for the soldiers to set up camp, the battalion commander who came to reinforce them pulled Company Commander Qi along, wanting to go and rescue the group of silent soldiers.

"I was in a rush when I arrived, and the driver told me the little powerhouse was acting strangely, but I didn't have time to pay attention. Just one kilometer left, only one kilometer left..."

"I thought you guys were driving GAZ trucks. I was wondering why GAZ trucks were so powerful. Turns out it's our little hot hatch..."

"Hey! That's right. All this talk about GAZ trucks and stuff, those are made by outsiders. How can they compare to our own stuff!" The battalion commander raised his eyebrows with a smug look as he listened to Company Commander Qi's words.

But the thought of how he had ruined such a sturdy little cannon made his eyebrows droop again.

"Company Commander Qi, you're an engineering company, you know how to repair small cannons, right?"

"Yes..."

Uh, what a joke. Cleaning the water tank and applying lubricant is about all they can do. Even if they could, in the harsh conditions of this high-altitude plateau, serious malfunctions like cylinder scoring and cylinder block cracks are beyond the capabilities of their small engineering unit, let alone any repair shop in the entire western region.

"No, it can't be fixed..."

Seeing the battalion commander sobbing uncontrollably as he touched the small cannon that had been dragged back, Company Commander Qi felt bad too.

He understood all too well the unique feelings that the soldiers on the plateau had for their little cannons. If anyone in his engineering company had treated these little donkeys so roughly, he wouldn't have needed a big potsticker; he would have just swung the butt of his rifle at them!

"Commander! There's another way!"

"What? Old Qi, tell me quickly!"

"Find their family! If they know how to build, they can definitely fix it!"

Yes! It's repair, not replacement...

"Okay! I'll send an urgent telegram right away!"

……

In the military region, "General Foguang" was standing in front of a large map with a large group of people, studying something.

"Report! Urgent telegram from the front!"

"Read!"

"Our battalion, after a forced march, arrived at the scene at 21:03. We are currently using the large and small Bao... uh..." The staff officer glanced at the words on the sign, grinned, and continued, "...to construct defensive fortifications using excavators and bulldozers..."

"The reconnaissance posts have been deployed in stages, and there are currently no abnormal situations!"

"Good!" The general waved his hand. "The forced march on the plateau... are there any comrades who have fallen behind?"

"Report! Nothing! However, precisely because of this, the Little Cannon suffered heavy losses!"

"Do we still have any small cannons on hand? Let's replenish them with a batch as soon as possible..."

"Report! No!" the staff officer answered at attention, then whispered, "You forgot? You got these small cannons from Boss Wang's place..."

The old man scratched his head, looking a bit troubled. "I remember now, wasn't there some other condition back then?"

"Nine out and thirteen back, you said it yourself..."

"Nonsense! This is how landlords and rich people oppressed the working class in the old days! How could I say such a thing! Let's leave this matter behind!"

The old man, with his hands behind his back, turned around and led the staff officer to a secluded spot.

"Hey, help me think of something else, what other tricks can we use to get another batch of small cannons out of Wang Huzi's hands..."

"Commander, let's forget about it. We've exhausted all our tricks. Instead of thinking about new ones, we should be thinking about how to fix our little cannons."

"How are we going to fix it? Are you going to carry those little donkeys back to Beijing for me?"

"Hehe, sir, why don't we invite them to build a branch factory here? That way, we can not only repair them, but also have new small cannons to use. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Hey! You fucking genius!"

"Go! The mission is yours. If you don't handle it well, I won't let you go to the battlefield!"