strictlysupreme Chapter 549 Who do you think you are! With this strength, you could roll it down the mountain!
Chapter 549 Who do you think you are! With this strength, you could roll it down the mountain!
Just do it!
Perhaps it's true that birds of a feather flock together; everyone around Jiang Xia is a pragmatist who doesn't boast but gets to work.
Later generations described it as writing one's thesis on the land of one's motherland.
But why use so many adjectives now? Do you think moving more than 2 tons of fuel is so easy?
Especially ethylene oxide, a highly toxic compound, is extremely harmful to the eyes, respiratory system, and nervous system.
Since "Company Commander Tang" and his comrades needed to help the young men of Zeshan move propylene oxide, the task of carrying these dangerous compounds fell to the old and young men of Jiangjia Village.
In accordance with the team's consistent tradition of seeking truth from facts, "Company Commander Tang" seriously explained the danger level of the fuel to Grandma Jiang and the others, and as he spoke, he wanted to take off his protective suit and leave it for the villagers.
Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Jiang interrupted him.
The old man stepped forward, his back ramrod straight, his deeply lined face resembling a rough stone monument in the moonlight: "This thing will kill you if you touch it?"
"No, they said it would be a long process..." Company Commander Tang flipped through the documents that had been issued to him before the mission.
"Then it's alright!" Uncle Jiang waved his hand to interrupt, "We wouldn't wear those clothes anyway, they'd be a waste! You're still young, just wear them to move other things!"
"Hey, wait, sir, this says..."
"Grandpa? Ha, you call me grandpa now, but do you know what you were calling me on the northern battlefield?"
"Hello, Chief!"
Company Commander Tang was stunned for a moment. Looking at Uncle Jiang's advanced age, he suddenly stood at attention and saluted.
Uncle Jiang grinned, his parched lips parted, but he didn't accept the gift. He took two steps back and bowed to Grandma Jiang, saying, "Grandma, shall we take on this task? We old bones may not know much else, but we haven't forgotten how to carry bags and boxes!"
"Well, speaking of which, blasting the mountain is our own business. It's not right to trouble the soldiers. Hurry up, let's get started!" Grandma Jiang waved her hand and took the lead in walking down the mountain path.
Uncle Jiang didn't waste any more time: "Among the porters, is there anyone still able to move?"
With a whoosh, a group of men, young and old, stepped forward, none of them willing to fall behind.
Uncle Jiang pushed all the young men back into the crowd.
"Damn it, she's not even twenty-something, do you think I'm blind?!"
"Let's go, old buddies! We're not afraid of mustard gas, so why would we be afraid of this little thing!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"That's right! At minus thirty degrees Celsius, we'd be lying in a snowdrift eating frozen potatoes, with mustard gas blowing in the wind, but we'd still carry the ammunition boxes on our heads and charge forward, wouldn't we?"
The older guys who stepped out of the line patted each other on the back: "That's right, what do young people know about 'fast loading, fast transport, and fast hiding'!"
"Hehe, there's also frequent rubbing, keeping warm, and sharing food!"
A dozen or so old men stepped forward, the youngest of whom was over fifty, but they stood up straight like soldiers hearing the bugle call to charge.
"Yes, yes!" An elderly man with a noticeably deformed spine grinned, revealing his few remaining teeth.
"Guys, remember the three-to-three match? Let's do it again!"
"Compare who transports more and see who suffers less loss;"
It's about who has fewer injuries and who helps each other more.
It's a contest of who can disguise themselves best and who can survive the longest.
A group of old men, chanting slogans, tried to rush down the mountain path. Uncle Jiang, in particular, seemed to be experiencing the youthful exuberance of an old man.
"Keep your eyes open and ears at the ready. Don't rush in recklessly when enemy planes come. Supplies are more important than life. Protect ammunition first, then food."
After hearing Uncle Jiang's shout, the group of people yelled in unison, "Cheers!"
"Damn it!"
……
Company Commander Tang's throat bobbed as he suddenly recalled the past: On the northern battlefield, the soldiers of other brother units were able to eat fried noodles with snow only because hundreds of thousands of civilian laborers in the rear carried the noodles on their shoulders and pushed them in wheelbarrows, braving enemy bombing to create "steel transport lines" between the bomb craters.
The group of old men in front of me are clearly people who have stepped out of a story.
Hmm? Why mention other brother units? Well, who can compare to this group of killers? They chased after the big-nosed guy, hacking their way through the enemy lines, and stormed all the way to the enemy command post to find supplies...
That's still considered good; it's done openly and aboveboard.
But you can't resist other people's many ideas. This Company Commander Tang also has a special skill for "fishing". He can catch big lobsters and white-headed birds. Do you admire him or not?
This is the only one of its kind; there are no other branches!
But, it’s not possible!
How can you expect the masses to step up when there's danger? Even if you fought in the northern front, that won't work...
The group of people got entangled together like that.
"Comrades! Can we let the masses risk their lives?"
"No! No!"
"It's just two tons of stuff, and the mountain road is a bit difficult to travel. Do you think that will make us back down?"
"No! No!"
"Let's get started! After we're done moving, we'll go carry that damn epoxy stuff!"
"Yes!"
In the end, Company Commander Tang shouted a few words and then led the charge down the mountain again.
"No, are you putting on a movie for me?"
Jiang Xia, who had already emerged from the cave, looked at the scene before him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Hey, what do you mean?" Company Commander Tang turned to look at Jiang Xia, but his steps didn't stop; he kept slipping and sliding, afraid that the group of old men would get ahead of him.
"I mean, when you were moving the gas cylinders, didn't you notice how thick they were?"
Jiang Xia pointed at the group of murderers.
"Well, when you put it that way, it does make some sense..." After thinking for a moment, Company Commander Tang slipped back to Jiang Xia's side.
Damn, you're like someone who leaves no trace in the snow... No wonder you could chase after that big-nosed guy...
"Things made from high-strength alloy seamless steel pipes aren't so easily broken. You're being so fussy, as if my Project 301 failed..."
As he spoke, Jiang Xia walked over to a steel cylinder and shone a flashlight on it: "The hot spinning process is used to heat the steel billet to 950°C~1000°C and then spin it into a cylindrical shape. The wall thickness error is ≤±0.5mm. The cylinder body needs to undergo quenching and tempering treatment to improve the tensile strength (≥785MPa) and elongation (≥15%)."
"The bottle neck thread is machined to a precision of 6H, ensuring leak-free operation when matched with the bottle valve..."
"If you could crack something like this under normal use, I'd have to call you guys heroes..."
"Alright, everyone go, everyone go. As long as no brat opens the valve on the bottle, if even a tiny bit leaks out, it's my Jiang family's fault!"
Hmph! You say my welding skills are bad, I won't argue, but when it comes to mechanical manufacturing, I'm definitely a pro!
This is what I, Jiang Xiaodai Mao Xia, said! No arguments accepted!
"Oh, right, Company Commander Tang, take this with you and take Brother Zeshan back quickly..."
Company Commander Tang was still tapping the steel cylinder with his fingers when he heard this. He took the paper from Jiang Xia's hand, shone a flashlight on it, and saw that his hand, which hadn't trembled even after chopping eighteen big noses, was now moving like the eighth-generation descendant of Little Grey, who was struggling to survive.
There's no way around it, you'd be shaking too...
There are only a few lines of Chinese characters on this paper, but the large red stamp at the bottom almost covers it!
Moreover, without even looking at the others, just the middle clause, "Order: All units must provide full assistance, and there must be no mistakes!" made Company Commander Tang feel like he was part of an undercover work group.
"Hiss... I was originally thinking of using my alma mater's connections to ask Professor Zhemin for help, but I didn't expect you to have something like this!"
The loud voice of the young man from Zeshan rang in Jiang Xia's ears again.
Jiang Xia picked at his ear and shouted loudly at Zeshan, "Is that Teacher Zhemin from Wudaokou Vocational College? Aren't you from Shengmajia Gou Men's Technical School?"
"Hehe! I met him in the desert, he taught me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Secretary Liu lunged forward...
"You two unlucky kids! From now on, you're not allowed to speak!"