books44 Chapter 112 Visiting the Wounded
Chapter 112 Visiting the Wounded
The next day, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang began recruiting soldiers for the independent brigade. Chen Yan did not relax either. Lying on the hospital bed, he began to study the mass production of firearms and gunpowder.
Chen Yan deeply understands the importance of industrial development to China. When capitalist countries are manufacturing warships and airplanes through industrial steel furnaces, poor China is still being isolated by an ignorant old woman.
It is ridiculous to imagine that one can feed a country that calls itself the Celestial Empire by relying on its vast land and abundant resources and an agricultural economy where sweat drops from the ground and petals fall off.
Damn it, I really want to ask her in person what she is thinking. How can a person holding a hoe defeat a submachine gun?
It’s a pity that I missed traveling through time by a few decades.
Oh! Women are ruining the country!
Chen Yan sorted out his thoughts and continued writing in his notebook:
The gunpowder in a bullet is made up of two parts. The first part is the primer in the bullet's chamber. The firing pin of the gun hits the primer cover violently to deform it, detonating the primer and firing the entire bullet. The general composition of the primer should be lead azide.
The second is the propellant of the bullet, also known as smokeless gunpowder. Propellant is the main energy source that gives the bullet kinetic energy. Generally, it is required to be stable in nature and not easily ignite accidentally due to heat or impact. It will only explode when triggered by the primer. Its main component is double-base nitrocellulose.
If we want to continue to develop, we need to continue to conduct in-depth research in the fields of chemical industry, mechanical manufacturing, process equipment and control...
At this time, Chen Yan's notes became more and more sloppy, and the pen tip moved very quickly. Suddenly, the paper was torn. He closed the notebook and slammed it on the table.
"Damn, I won't remember it anymore. If I keep writing, I can publish a history of the industrial process."
Chen Yan stretched and enjoyed the warm sunshine coming in from the window.
"Since you all bully me because China's industry is weak, I, Chen Yan, will slap you in the face one by one from today on.
I, Chen Yan, will shoulder the burden of China's industry, and I will crush your self-righteous arrogance to the point of being worthless."
Chen Yan was very proud of his idea and gradually raised his voice.
"Then let's start with the Independent Brigade Arsenal."
That’s right, his entire brigade is actually preparing to build its own arsenal, which is truly Chen Yan’s style.
Crazy, very crazy, crazy enough to dare to say that he is the best in the world!
Just as he was imagining the great progress of the Chinese industrial empire, the door was suddenly pushed open and a gentle voice came in.
"This is a hospital. Why are you clamoring about an industrial empire? You're hysterical again."
Chen Yan looked at the person who came over embarrassedly, "Little Orange!, is there anything wrong?"
"Well...after your two comrades left last night, I heard a cat calling in your room, but the hospital doesn't allow cats!"
"The cat...is moaning? What does that have to do with that..."
Oh no! Last night... Could it be that I cried last night and she misunderstood?
This is so embarrassing.
"Ahem! It might be a wild cat. I am a three-good patient and I completely obey the leadership of Nurse Little Orange."
Little Orange shook her pink fist and said, "You just like to lie to little girls. If I find you, I will strangle you to death."
Little Orange pretends to be fierce, which makes her look very cute.
After Xiaojuzi left, Chen Yan let out a long sigh, "Moaning? Is my voice so enjoyable?"
Chen Yan found out that it was Ward 2 in Building 109. He walked over with a deep back and heavy steps.
All my soldiers are good! How can I explain to their families if they are seriously injured or disabled?
Don’t worry, brothers. I, Chen Yan, will support you for the rest of your lives.
At this moment, Chen Yan's emotions had reached a climax, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He could hardly imagine seeing the miserable plight of his brothers!
Seeing the door number 109, Chen Yan calmed himself down and finally mustered up the courage to push the door open.
"Brothers, it's me, Chen Yan, sorry..."
"!!!"
"Nani!!!"
"Playing!!!"
As soon as Chen Yan pushed open the door, his jaw dropped as he saw an unbelievable scene.
Play poker, roll dice...
Damn! Where did the sandbag come from? I only saw a soldier punching.
Is this guy seriously injured? He's having more fun than me!
Uh~ Did I waste my feelings a bit?
At this time, Fatty Wang saw Chen Yan and immediately restored discipline.
"Everyone stand up."
Everyone said in unison:
"Hello, Captain!".
Only then did Chen Yan come out of his shock.
"Ah...ah, hello everyone, not to mention that there are 12 seriously injured people in our group, what are you doing..."
Fatty Wang smiled innocently and said, "Captain, the people next door are seriously injured, and those in this room are all lightly injured and will be discharged soon. I was just bored, so I came to this room for a walk."
"Oh, is that so!".
Chen Yan accidentally saw Fatty Wang’s hands wrapped like dumplings, and his emotions surged up again.
“Lao Wang, your hand... is all my fault.
Come! Sit down and have a rest."
Chen Yan gently helped Fatty Wang sit on the bed and asked with concern:
"Old Wang, does your hand still hurt?
Just scold me, it will make me feel better."
Fatty Wang choked a little at what Chen Yan said:
"Captain, it's okay. I just lost half of my hand. It won't affect my speed in drawing the sword."
"Don't comfort me, this is the right hand that can hold chopsticks and shoot a gun!
Your right hand is so precious! Especially since you are almost 40 years old and single, it will be so inconvenient for you in the future!"
Fatty Wang, who had been somewhat touched just now, suddenly had a dark face.
So you came here today on purpose to bully me?
Chen Yan felt that he had said something wrong and quickly changed the subject.
"Lao Wang, we have been together since the Black Cloud Village, so we know each other well. Later, you followed me all the way to serve as an Eighth Route Army soldier. Over the years, you have been the man behind me, Chen Yan.
You have worked too hard these years. After you recover from your injury and return to the team, you can take a lighter position so that you don’t have to work so hard all day long.
"No, Captain, I'm fine. It won't affect my work..."
Fatty Wang was just halfway through his words when Chen Yan interrupted him again:
"You don't have to say it. I know you are thinking about me and are afraid that the soldiers will gossip.
I, Chen Yan, am biased. So, if anyone has any objections, let them come to me."
Fatty Wang rolled his eyes and leaned over to whisper in Chen Yan's ear.
"Captain, since we are brothers, I won't hide it from you.
Do you know how much the cook squad leader of our independent regiment is being paid outside now?"
Hearing this, Chen Yan's head buzzed.
What's the price? What's going on? Someone is buying and selling positions in my independent regiment?
"Captain, I'm telling you the truth, I wouldn't trade my position for a platoon leader, it's so lucrative!
The remaining pork elbows, chicken legs, braised pork...can't be eaten every day, so they are all saved for our kitchen team!"
Now it was Chen Yan's turn to have a dark face.
Damn it! If you can't finish it, can't you make less?
I worked so hard to find a way to provide nutrition for the soldiers, but now all the money is going to you, a fat guy.
However, considering that Fatty Wang was a first-degree disabled person, Chen Yan didn't want to care about it.
"Lao Wang, it must be too hard for you to handle this injury now."
Fatty Wang stretched out his right hand and said, "This is the injury!"
"Captain, I was quite touched when you recalled the things about Black Cloud Village just now. Didn't you say that you understand me?"
Fatty Wang then stretched out his left hand again and said, "I'm left-handed!"
As he spoke, Lao Wang started cutting vegetables.
Chen Yan almost vomited blood.
Damn, this old guy is really trying hard just for a bite to eat.