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Xiong Zhen, Ye Qisun's most valued student, there is no one, and neither of the two future Nobel laureates in physics has won such an honor.

If you know that this top student of the Department of Physics of Huaqing University not only has excellent academic performance during his time at Huaqing University, but also loves cultural and sports activities. He participated in the school repertory troupe and played a key role in it; In sports competitions inside and outside the school, he is a famous track and field athlete, captain of the tennis team, and a popular figure on the football field. If he can continue to develop, it may not be difficult for him to become a dazzling art or sports star.

But all this doesn't seem to be worth mentioning at all in Xiong Zhen, what he is best at is doing scientific research. You can know why Ye Qisun values him so much.

That's right, in the face of the scientific research talent of this top student of Huaqing University, his other achievements are all overshadowed. With the help of two of his classmates, who would also become China's top scientists in the future, the fertilizer powder used by the Japanese army to increase grain production became the raw material for the manufacture of explosives that blew up the Japanese train. If this was only a small test of his talent in physics and chemistry, then the use of simple tubes and wires to make a radio telegraph, and the black powder needed to make shells and bullets from the natural formation of miscanthus in the latrine, was a vivid display of his talent.

He is a genius, a genius who is not inferior to any physics master in this world, and because of him, there are many more wandering ghosts and ghosts who have lost their souls.

To be noticed by such a genius and even possible to follow, Liu Lang, the chief engineer of the nominal arsenal, is indeed shit luck.

However, Liu Lang, who was still hundreds of miles away at this time, of course didn't know that he was hit by a pie falling from the sky again, and by the time he knew, it was already after the war.

Liu Lang regretted this, he knew that there was such a good thing as scolding Little Japan by calling the order, so wouldn't he be done with the whole letter every day? No, you have to scold in the morning, write again at noon, and once before dinner and when you go to bed, will there be any unexpected surprises?

Professor Ye's group of disciples who will be big bulls in the future, any name is enough to shock him, a big old man, with crooked eyes and slanted eyes, if they all come to him, will they get the two big guys who Yankees brought to beat the little devils in advance? Liu Lang really didn't know.

Anyway, many years later, those cattle people relied on the rulers and pens in their hands to get that thing out in the Gobi Desert in the southwest of the motherland, and brightened the titanium dog eyes of the foreign devils who were waiting to see Chinese jokes all over the world.

China has since become one of the top five powers in the world, even if China promises not to use big guys to beat people first, but then, do you believe it? Anyway, all Chinese believe it, whether you believe it or not.

At this moment, Liu Lang was looking for someone to talk to.

The atmosphere is very harmonious.

The Eighth Division is still running away in great strides, although they claim to be retreating, but everyone who has received Liu Lang's telegram knows that they are fleeing shamelessly, including the Kwantung Army Headquarters.

It's just that they are worried that the 8th Division is not running fast enough.

But the Kwantung Army Command really thought too much, and the Eighth Division, which had completely put its face in its pocket, ran much faster than they imagined.

The run was really fast, even Liu Lang didn't expect that a group of lightly armed little devils, as described in military history, could exercise more than 120 miles a day. The Eighth Division even greatly exceeded this goal, and it took them an afternoon to cover 70 miles, an average of 14 miles per hour.

The four special forces who had been tracking them almost couldn't breathe.

Seeing that the Japanese invaders had already spared no effort to slip away.

Liu Lang simply used a battalion of nearly 1,000 men and a half troops and all heavy weapons from the left, middle and right directions to kill chickens with a knife and wiped out the two Japanese infantry squadrons that were stubbornly resisting and trying to delay the main retreat for the main force in only half an hour.

Of course, in these two hours, the soldiers were repairing, but Liu Lang, the military commander, could not rest, and he had to deal with a lot of chores.

For example, review the manuscript of Liu Xueyuan's beautiful reporter, and put forward some opinions in a timely manner, such as adding his wave-style message.

For another example, the big reporter named He Yizhi was too low-key during this time.

is different from Liu Xueyuan's high-profile beautiful reporter's war diary, He Yizhi's reporter He Yizhi's manuscript is always in a corner that is not very inconspicuous, the content and position are as low-key and restrained, and the regular text description almost makes people know that the People's Daily actually sent two reporters to do front-line interviews in the battlefield.

If it weren't for the fact that every time he interviewed, the guard platoon would send two soldiers to protect him, and thousands of people in the Great Wall Regiment regarded him as a passerby, and he had been on the front line for more than ten days, and even Zhao Ergou, who was familiar with everyone, had called his surname wrong several times.

It is conceivable how low-key this reporter has to be.

If it weren't for Liu Lang seeing this name in a certain biography in the future time and space, and he had a slight impression because the name was very special, and he happened to see this uncoordinated male reporter next to a beautiful reporter on a full moon night, Liu Lang would really ignore the existence of this person.

He Yizhi has a very elegant name, but decades later, an important figure in the Kuomintang disclosed the secrets that had been kept for decades in the form of a biography, and many Chinese remembered this somewhat special name.

It turned out that in those days, the Chinese really did a lot of unknown things, including people with this name.

Liu Lang believes that the big reporter in front of him, who is not good-looking, low-key and introverted, should be that person. There is no other reason, the leader ×of the People's Daily is not stupid, it is enough to send such an excellent beautiful female reporter, how can he send a male reporter to add a snake?

Who doesn't know that a certain "anti-Japanese hero" who won the Order of the Blue Sky and White Sun was the favorite contact with a rich girl in Shanghai? Don't look at the rumors of "a certain fat person is not a wave, in fact, he is a wolf", Liu Lang does not believe that the editor-in-chief of the People's Daily dares to use such an additional male reporter as a flower messenger, Chi Guoguo's behavior shows that he believes it.

Anyway, Liu Lang didn't believe it.

Now, it's finally time to talk to him.

So, Liu Lang, who was busy with his busy schedule, invited this low-key reporter to drink tea and chat.

He handed the tea in the cup to He Yizhi, who was unusual.

Liu Lang made a gesture to sit, and when He Yizhi sat down, he smiled slightly: "I've rarely communicated with you, I'm really sorry." ”

"Commander Liu, please don't say that, you are busy with war, and it is good to understand." He Yizhi was busy with panic.

"Hehe, it's not that the war is busy, it's because it's 。。。。。。" Liu Lang paused slightly.