It is especially hot at noon.
On campus, light blue figures that were rare in the past are now everywhere.
Wearing light blue tops and black skirts, some people have delicate faces and long black and thick hair. Some people have short hair, but exude a sassy aura. Some people are as quiet and gentle as orchids, and some people are as gentle as Jiangnan water towns. Soft and beautiful, these girls have different looks and temperaments. The only thing they have in common is that they all hold a math book in their hands.
All the girls sat on the benches, taking advantage of the shade provided by the trees, eating their own dry food and reading and studying. All these elements formed a unique group of girls in the Republic of China 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 a gold medal." As a rice cook, Yu Hua looked at the hard-working girls on the benches on both sides of the road, silently sent his blessings in his heart, and then walked to the holy place of the rice cook.
To him, these girls were all pioneers and deserved respect.
In terms of R&D progress, I spent a whole morning drawing pictures, and 40% of the converter structural design has been completed. If I work harder at night, I should be able to complete the last piece of the oxygen top-blown converter puzzle.
Yes, the structural design is fully 40% complete.
First, because he and Professor Zhuang have an increasingly tacit understanding, and the cooperation and communication between the two parties are extremely efficient. Second, it is Professor Zhuang's own strength.
Design maniac!
Professor Zhuang's talent in machinery and industry was extraordinary. If he could only be described as a mechanical genius, Yu Hua felt that it was not very appropriate. This boss was completely a monster in the field of machinery.
Yu Hua knew all the mechanical structures well, and Professor Zhuang could draw inferences from one sentence only to Yu Hua. Oh no, drawing inferences from one instance is not suitable for Professor Zhuang. It should be based on analogy.
Immediately afterwards...
The design inspiration directly explodes.
The most important thing is that this is not only true in mechanical aspects, but also in applied chemistry and engineering chemistry, as well as weapons design, etc.
To be honest, Yu Hua was shocked by the academic level and talent displayed by Professor Zhuang. Based on his comprehensive strength, he is definitely a strategic-level scientist through and through. A scientist of this level should be famous in history. However, for some reason, Professor Zhuang Qianding is not well-known or even considered ordinary.
This doesn't make sense.
But... there are often many unreasonable things happening in the world.
Yu Hua did not go into details about why Professor Zhuang was not famous. He came to the holy land of rice cooks and was successfully given two coarse-grain steamed buns, a plate of chopped pickled cabbage, and a box of sweet potato porridge by the rice cook's aunt.
The lunch in the cafeteria today was not bad. In addition to meat and vegetable dishes, there was a reasonable combination of sweet potato porridge, which gave Yu Hua a taste of his hometown. After all, his favorite food when he was a child was sweet potato porridge.
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However, the sweet potato porridge in 1937 was far less sweet and delicious than later generations.
Sweet potato porridge with chopped pickled cabbage, with a head full of whole grains in his right hand, Yu Hua ate this lunch unhurriedly, this lunch on July 7, 1937, enjoying the few free moments.
Sit down and feel with your eyes and heart this day that is etched in the hearts of all Chinese people.
An orderly cooking team, a strong academic atmosphere, a quiet campus, a famous master of Chinese studies and a top professor, and the taciturn Principal Mei Yiqi who always wore a long black coat. This was in 1937. Tsinghua Garden, this is what he has seen with his eyes since he entered Tsinghua Garden.
Strong patriotic enthusiasm, hot and boiling blood, and sonorous roars for China and its 40 million compatriots. For decades, these things have never been cut off in the sky above Tsinghua University. In the heart of my predecessor, Yu Hua, I feel the Tsinghua Garden that only exists in this era from a close distance, and feel the coming days.
It beats powerfully, but it is spurting hot and angry blood, because today, the memory in the mind makes this heart feel an uncontrollable anger.
"After today, everything will change. There is not much time left for me. I will work harder than before." Yu Hua slowly ate his head full of coarse grains, staring at the world outside the cafeteria door, whispering to himself, and once again strengthened himself heart and will.
This is the best of times and the worst of times. There are many opportunities left for you. All you have to do is——
Work hard, work hard, work harder!
Keep at it, ignore the eyes and words of others, and be yourself until you can say to yourself and this era with a clear conscience that I am not ashamed of this time of travel.
Move forward, Yu Hua!
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The sun sets over the western mountains and night gradually falls.
Fengtai, Marco Polo Bridge, outside Wanping City.
The Third Brigade, which is affiliated to the First Regiment of the Riverside Brigade, is led by Major Captain Ichiki Kiyoshi. It conducts daily military exercises on the other side of the river, about two kilometers away from Wanping City. The content of the exercise is to attack the Marco Polo Bridge defenders. .
"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 92 infantry artillery.
Artillery blasted, infantry charged.
When the bombardment ended immediately, all Japanese troops in the Third Battalion assumed an offensive posture, firing machine gun fire to cover the infantry unit's attack. The infantry unit relied on the terrain to quickly and steadily launch an attack to a predetermined position 600 meters away.
Crouching at the waist, showing the best fighting condition, the pace is fast and vigorous. Under the command and leadership of the squad leader and 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 top commander of the 219th Regiment of the 37th Division, held a telescope and stared at the Japanese troops opposite who were conducting daily military exercises. Even though he had seen the Japanese offensive tactics countless times, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He lamented that compared to their tactical quality, the Japanese troops on the other side were more than three times better than the soldiers of his 219th Regiment.
The coordination of infantry and artillery, and the cross-attack with machine gun cover, were so powerful that it was terrifying.
The tactical quality alone is three times better, not to mention the advantages of weapons and equipment.
Ji Xingwen's face was solemn, and there was worry in his eyes. If a battle really breaks 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 own meaningless death, and even more afraid of fighting a battle with no hope of victory.
The Third Battalion, an old acquaintance on the other side of the river, could almost easily defeat the 219th Regiment that he was proud of.
Also, Ji Xingwen always feels something is wrong.
"I don't know why, today I always feel blocked inside, my left eye keeps twitching, and I feel like something bad is about to happen." Ji Xingwen put down the telescope, sighed softly, and said.
