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Chapter 860 Do you still want to defend the island in this life?
Qing D Naval Artillery School.

It was class time at this time, and naval officers wearing white military uniforms were learning professional knowledge in classrooms.

On the playground, some officers also received normal physical training. They danced on the three parallel bars and practiced one exercise and the other, allowing these officers to truly taste the hard work of the soldiers' daily training.

Since it is a professional naval artillery school, there are also weapons and equipment on warships that are indispensable on the campus. Small and medium-caliber 48-barrel artillery is indispensable, whether it is against ships, opposite shores, or against the air. The presence.

The turrets of naval guns are relatively simple, some are open at the rear, and some even have only two steel plates in the front as a shield. They have not yet reached the fully automated ammunition supply and reloading of later generations, let alone a computerized fire control system.

At most, after the radar captures the target, after precise calculations, various formulas are applied, the pitch angle is manually adjusted, and then the shell is fired from the chamber.

As for the hit rate, it also depends on the wind direction, ocean currents, and wave fluctuations of the day. The probability of it depends on luck. Without relevant knowledge reserves, there is no luck, and there may be no chance for cross-shooting.

These officers not only have to be exposed to relevant training on warships, but also have to do the same with naval guns on shore.

After all, not every naval officer in the school is lucky enough to be on a ship.

Five years for the army, twenty years for the air force, and one hundred years for the navy.

The training of naval officers is a long process. The guns of warships and the army are different. Children of a few years old can see it at a glance. The only problem is whether the shooting is accurate or not.

The Air Force pays attention to the top overall quality of individuals and elite soldiers. After all, aircraft usually only have one or two people on them. Unless a large transport bomber early warning aircraft requires one or more flight crews.

A big thing like a warship is all about coordination and cooperation. The officers who serve as nodes for communication need to be educated. The sailors don’t have to be highly educated, and the troops themselves conduct training.

But officers must go through a long period of study in the military academy. This is a step that cannot be omitted. Without a professional foundation, not to mention big things like aircraft carriers, even small frigates will not be able to play.

In one of the classrooms.

On the blackboard, in the middle, a warship with hull number 201 was outlined in chalk.

The military school teacher standing on the podium took off his military cap after entering the door and placed it on the corner of the lecture table. He held the podium with both hands and looked at the many students under the stage.

The class suddenly became quiet. All the officers sat upright and looked directly at the teacher.

Picking up the pointer in his hand and holding it in his arms, the teacher turned around and glanced at the warship outlined in chalk, smiled and nodded.

"Who painted this Anshan? The painting is good~"

"Report, is it me?"

One of the students below stood up, with no wrinkles in his snow-white navy uniform, and his eyes were firm and sharp. Hearing the teacher's compliment, he touched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"However, getting on the ship is not just about drawing. It depends on your learning ability. If you have good grades, you will naturally be selected by the fleet. If you have poor grades, you can draw its complete structure diagram, both inside and outside. , then we can only go to defend the island~!”

"Okay, classmate, please sit down~!"

Picking up the blackboard eraser and wiping the sharp-edged Anshan ship clean from the blackboard, the teacher said with a serious smile.

The person who stood up just now looked a little embarrassed. When he heard the teacher's words, his eyes became sharp again and he glanced at many students in the class.

These are not classmates, they are his competitors~!

To defend the island, those who have never been on a ship in the navy went to defend the island. Those years of studying in the military academy were not in vain.

"Jiang Defu~!"

"Arrived~!"

Hearing the teacher's roll call, another officer cadet who was sitting by the window stood up quickly, and his loud and honest voice resounded throughout the classroom.

"I'm talking about you. This cultural class exam is not ideal, but your physical fitness is excellent. Could it be that your wife gave birth to a baby and took your thoughts away~?"

"No, no, teacher, I, I~!"

Jiang Defu, who looked honest and honest, did not expect that Teacher Huo would criticize him by name as soon as he entered the door, and his face suddenly turned red.

Especially because of his good physical fitness and his wife giving birth to another child, the teasing looks from other classmates immediately made him unable to move down the stairs.

"Okay, sit down and learn from Ding Jiqun if you have nothing to do. You two will live across from each other. Don't forget to give Ding a hand~!"

Jokes aside, seriousness must also be serious. What the army pays attention to is the coexistence of seriousness and liveliness. If you don't do well in this exam, it doesn't mean you can't be good.

On the contrary, Teacher Huo still liked the honest and honest Jiang Defu, and he deliberately reminded him to urge him.

Just like teachers in school, everyone has students they like and students they dislike. If you like them, pay more attention and remind them more.

The navy itself pays attention to stability. Only stability can reduce the probability of problems with warships. After all, once a warship goes to sea, hundreds of lives will be lost.

"Report to the teacher and I will actively supervise you~"

Another person whose name was called, Lao Ding, had no intention of mocking Lao Jiang. He knew that in recent days, the messy trivial matters at home had involved a lot of thoughts about his opposite number.

Others are at odds with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Jiang Defu's daughter-in-law, An Jie, does not have a mother-in-law, but she has an aunt and sister-in-law. Neither of them is a fuel-efficient lamp, and there is also their own ignorant daughter-in-law who is messing around.

I couldn't find anyone to vent my pent-up anger, so I vented it on the horizontal and parallel bars used for the physical fitness test.

In addition, Lao Ding had just given birth to his second child, so Lao Ding understood Lao Jiang's difficulties very well. Because they were close to each other, the two families had more contact with each other than with other classmates.

"Okay, you two sit down!"

"Let's start the class. The content of this class is the relationship between the fire control radar, model SquareTie, and the naval gun secret position. Students, please turn the manual to...!"

……

"Dingling bell~!"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The next class was held outdoors. The students who had taken notes for the class closed the notebooks that had taken down a whole page.

There are numbers, Chinese, and of course various function formulas and slogans in English and Russian. Normal people will only feel numb when they see it.

For Jiang Defu, who is not highly educated, it is indeed very, very difficult to barely keep up with the progress.

"Let's go, it's not a big deal. Your energy has been stretched lately. I know, just try harder next time~!"

After leaving his table and walking to Jiang Defu's side, Lao Ding patted his shoulder and buckled the cowhide weapon belt on his body.

"You better understand me. Three people, who know nothing, gave birth to a baby at home. Do you think I still have the heart to think about it? I'm just thinking about whether something happened to Anjie~!"

Jiang Defu closed his notebook and explained angrily that studying these things is very energy-consuming. He has exams on one side and his wife and children on the other. He can't give up on his wife just to do well in the exam.

"Okay, stop complaining. It's not good to have more children. It's just enough to study. There are only so many opportunities to get on the ship. I don't know when we will be able to make dumplings~!"

Lao Ding sighed. Who among you doesn't want to get on the ship? However, the table is so big and there is no room for such a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Making dumplings is also a common saying. Not to mention the other side of the ocean, even Lao Su's ship building speed can't match it now, let alone the update frequency, but we are so greedy~!

"Hey, that's what you said. I see that you don't fail in the exams every time. Just defend the island. It's your own territory and it always needs to be defended~!"

Regarding these things, Jiang Defu obviously has a very open mind. No matter where he goes, he is dedicated to his youth.

The harsher the conditions, the more difficult it is, and places that others don't want to go to are, for him, more passionate. As long as he has a red heart, he will protect his family and country wherever he goes, regardless of high or low.

Under the shade of the trees after class.

Two young naval officers were sitting back to back on the grass to rest. Old Ding plucked a piece of foxtail grass from somewhere, held it in his mouth, and asked casually.

"How's the situation at home? Are the children still noisy?"

Jiang Defu turned his head slightly when he heard this, and looked away from the queue he just passed.

"How many children do you have, and you still ask me if you still make a fuss. After tossing your mother at night, you toss me again, whether it's feeding or changing diapers, and you have to howl twice for nothing~!"

Happiness is happiness, but after happiness, you have to face these trivial things, but as a father, he is very busy.

"I have an idea. There is a folk tune. If you stick it to a telephone pole, the children will stop making noises at night~"

"Emperor of Heaven, Emperor of Earth, there is a Night Crying Man in my family. A gentleman passing by will read it once and he will sleep until dawn~"

"Just engage in feudal superstition, Old Ding~!"

Jiang Defu sneered and criticized the bad friend. He didn't even bother to do such a shameful thing. He would rather be teased by his children.

The two of them didn't have much time to rest.

"Jiang Defu~!"

"Jiang Defu~!"

"Arrived~!"

Hearing that someone was looking for him, Jiang Defu immediately stood up, patted his butt and waved.

"Principal Cong is looking for you, hurry up~!"

(End of this chapter)