He proudly boasted, "Just to help find a small screw!"
Then gestured:
"A screw even smaller than a grain of rice! And it’s not entirely tal, but a special composite material!"
"Do you know how much tal content it has?"
"Yet it can still be detected, which is why I find it amazing!"
"Look, now this task can put it to use!"
The three old n studied endlessly.
Shi Suifeng specially arranged for a young warrior to take care of their daily needs. By noon, the young warrior finally brought over three large lunch boxes.
"Professors, the camp is simple; let’s make do."
However, the three were so engrossed in their research that they didn’t hear him.
The young warrior carefully placed the lunch boxes on the table beside them.
Unexpectedly, though Old Zheng didn’t hear the call for lunch, he suddenly shouted, "Don’t move!"
"Don’t move! There are parts there!"
With that, he urgently and carefully gathered a pile of scattered parts back, worried about missing any.
The young warrior’s eyes reddened as he looked at the ugly black brick-like object by their hands. Though he knew he shouldn’t speak out of turn, he couldn’t help but ask:
"What is this thing?"
Professor Zheng looked up—hey, this young warrior!
His eyes were red; could the training have been so tough that he couldn’t hold back his tears?
With that thought, he rembered his own grandson and spoke kindly:
"This is an infrared detector, mainly used to sense tals."
This wasn’t exactly classified information; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been started so casually.
Rumor has it that abroad, they’ve made significant progress, and it’s about to be put to use, with an accuracy rate of up to 75%."
These three old n are useless, just needing that final push... sigh!
The little warrior, whose cultural education was evidently lacking, blinked and shyly asked, "What’s it for then?"
"Detecting tals... isn’t that a magnet?"
Professor Zheng chuckled, "A bit like that, but it can detect much more than a magnet."
"Didn’t you co here for a demining mission? If this thing was finished, just sweeping it over the ground, it could detect any mines! As deep as 5 ters!"
Originally, this was just to educate the little fellow.
Unexpectedly, the other party’s eyes turned red, and tears the size of beans started falling down.
Professor Zheng panicked:
"Hey, what’s wrong with you?"
Seeing the other fumbling with the lunch boxes without a hand to wipe his tears, he hurriedly took the boxes with the other two professors. The others remarked:
"What’s happening with this young guy? Crying over sothing like this..."
Before finishing their words, the young warrior let out a howl, crying even more fiercely!
He wept while mumbling:
"Why isn’t it done yet? When on earth are you going to finish it? They’re going to clear mines tomorrow, boohoo..."
Tears and snot flowed, truly a pitiful sight.
Professor Zheng was stunned—
"Didn’t they say the whole wasteland was a minefield? Who knows how many mines there are; how do you clear them?"
As he spoke, an unbelievable idea flashed in his mind.
The young warrior clumsily wiped his eyes and mumbled, "Well... they hold hands and slowly, step by step, push across."
As he said this, he couldn’t help but sob twice, and hiccups ca uncontrollably.
Perhaps feeling too upset, he didn’t hold back, instead crying even more.
Professor Zheng then realized that his red eyes earlier must have ant he had already cried once!
At this mont, his heart felt heavy.
Initially, he applied to co here because he heard about the landmines, but Professor Zheng thought it was wasteland and they could slowly clear them.
Once he figured out his research, he’d proceed with his work without ntioning it...
But now, lives were at stake!
He couldn’t help but ask, "Can’t they wait longer?"
Wait longer until he perfected the detector.
Currently, they only had that semi-finished product, already unusable due to malfunction, but the previous data was still intact...
85%, 85% would be enough!
If one less person gets injured, then one less person is injured, let alone saving lives...
The young warrior beca even sadder.
His words were still mixed with his local dialect, completely laying bare with the crying, yet all three elders present could understand.
"This place is on arable land!"
Once the land is leveled, it won’t be long before another crop can grow.
By winter, everyone can eat their fill and celebrate a good year!
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