Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The next morning, Luo Chong ate an unusually large breakfast, taking eight eggs in one go.

Normally, he wouldn't be able to get so many eggs by himself, but some people weren't hungry today.

For example, there's a certain stable boy, or a certain hamster, the two cunning bullies of the cafeteria, and several accomplice demons...

Yesterday, the extra dish was simple stewed beef; they didn't even eat any staple food.

The group on the other side, who were eating steamed buns, were almost in tears.

However, while eggs are a good food, eating too many can be bad for your appetite, especially for someone like Luo Chong who spent the whole night reflecting on his thoughts. Not sleeping well at night can cause internal heat.

You can imagine how the stomach must feel eating so many eggs.

It was quite a coincidence that we were practicing skydiving that day.

First, they took a truck along mountain roads to a military airport they frequented. When they arrived, Luo Chong's expression changed.

When they boarded the "Peng-type" airship, the man's face turned green, which perfectly matched his nickname.

"Jump, jump, jump!"

Mo Zian didn't notice Luo Chong's expression and led his team to jump down first—he had gradually overcome his fear of heights and could even start to appreciate the scenery from high in the sky.

Calculating the distance and wind speed, Mo Zian opened the parachute.

Soon after, he saw a yellowish-white object flying towards him from above.

"Bitter gourd, I'll fuck your grandpa!"

noon.

Mo Zian returned to his dormitory immediately, took a shower, and changed his clothes—Mo Zian really didn't expect that even though he was in heaven, he would still get vomit all over his head.

To adjust his mindset, Mo Zian popped three sugar cubes into his mouth in one go, and then, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was in the dormitory, he unexpectedly kissed a certain hamster.

Then I got hit in the lower back.

But Mo Zian was happy.

Just as Mo Zian was contentedly preparing for his lunch break, he heard unfamiliar footsteps outside the door.

A second lieutenant knocked on the door.

"Hello, Warrant Officer Mo Zian, Lieutenant Colonel Jiang requests your presence after dinner."

......

night.

Jiang Lude sat in his office and looked at Mo Zian, who was sitting opposite him.

"The main reason I called you here today is about your modification of [Jin Ge]."

Jiang Lü slowly opened his mouth and said, "Your design has been approved and will be officially equipped and deployed to the troops."

After discussion, it was decided that your grades this time will be directly included in your personnel file and used as one of the criteria for your military rank assessment upon graduation. Therefore, there will be no commendation at the moment.

Mo Zian's expression turned solemn: "Yes, I will resolutely obey the orders of my superiors. This is to protect me. Please ask Director Jiang to thank my superiors on my behalf."

"Haha, Old Chen said you're a sensible kid, and seeing you today, he's right." Jiang Lude smiled, then took out a drawing from the drawer. "Here, take a look at this."

"Yes."

Mo Zian took the drawing and unfolded it. The drawing was obviously newly drawn, and there was Jiang Lüde's signature and seal in the upper left corner.

After glancing at it a few times, he understood what was on the blueprints—it was a simplified and upgraded version of his modified [Golden Spear].

Compared to the original design by Ru Mozian, this [Jin Ge] lacks an optical sight, and the barrel is shorter. The stock has two lightweight designs, one of which can be folded.

The weapon in the blueprints uses a 20-round magazine and has a double safety mechanism with a trigger and a igniter. Mo Zian also discovered a "half-empty magazine hold-up" design on this weapon.

Without a doubt, if Mo Zian's design was half a generation ahead of the old model [Jin Ge], then the design in front of us is a whole generation ahead.

"Report, I've finished reading it."

After closing the blueprints, Mo Zian said to Jiang Lude, "You have designed a new model of the [Golden Spear]. It seems that the soldiers of the Imperial Army are about to undergo another complete re-equipment."

"It's not really my design; the main automatic structure here is yours, so your name needs to be added to the signature on this drawing."

Jiang Lu handed Mo Zi'an a fountain pen, saying, "Here you go."

Mo Zian took the pen but didn't use it: "Director Jiang, I have something to say, I wonder if you would like to hear it."

"Please feel free to speak."

"That's right." Mo Zian organized his thoughts. "The students' modification design is based on the original [Jin Ge]. If we have to say what's new, the only new thing is that automatic structure."

This would naturally be my patent if it were just for civilians, but my students are soldiers of the empire, and my research results should rightfully belong to the empire and the military.

The relevant design drawings must have already appeared in the Empire's technical archives and are now public resources within our military.

Therefore, the students believe that their names should not appear on this drawing.

"Oh?"

Jiang Lu looked Mo Zi'an up and down with surprise. "Don't you want to sign this drawing?"

"Yes," Mo Zian replied seriously.

"You'd better think this through," Jiang said, staring intently into Mo Zi'an's eyes. "Just by signing this, you might end up with an extra star on your shoulder when you graduate."

Mo Zian straightened up: "Reporting to Director Jiang, I am a soldier of the Empire. In the future, I will defend my country and fight on the battlefield. I will not have to worry about not having the opportunity to make meritorious contributions. The trivial matters on my shoulders are not, and should not be, something I should be thinking about at this time."

Besides, military regulations and rules clearly state that what is mine is mine, and what is not mine, the student cannot accept.

"What ambition!"

Jiang Lü praised, "In that case, I'll do as you say. Consider it my good fortune to have you as my student."

"Director Jiang, you flatter me. It's all for the sake of the empire."

"Well said, for the sake of the empire."

Jiang Lude retrieved the blueprints and poured Mo Zian a cup of tea. "By the way, the modification you designed yourself doesn't have a name yet. Think of one."

I heard that the name of the new sniper rifle that Shuofeng supplied to the Southeast has been approved: the Guangwu Type 736 High-Precision Sniper Rifle, or simply "736-High-Precision."

In fact, Shuofeng had almost launched a completely new and all-round surpassing design, so it should not continue to be prefixed with the 736-year designation. However, Mo Zian was not surprised - since it was not a unified tender by the military, there was generally no right to name the year.

Of course, it's not impossible to have an era name, but that would require going through an extremely strict and multi-layered approval process, which could easily complicate things, and that's not good.

"Thank you, Director Jiang."

Mo Zian took the teacup, took a sip, and his eyes lit up. "Good tea, Director Jiang."

Jiang Lu waved his hand: "It's nothing. This is last year's pre-rain tea. Have you thought of a name yet? This is a rare honor."

Mo Zian made a troubled expression: "Director Jiang, may I ask what your name is? I'd like to have something to refer to."

Jiang Lü said, "My plan is to call it [Golden Spear-2], and then follow the normal reign title naming convention."

Mo Zian immediately said, "Then let's name the student's [Golden Spear-2 Sniper Type]."

"That's the name?"

Mo Zian nodded and said, "That's the name."

"Alright, whatever you say."

Jiang Lu nodded somewhat helplessly at first, then said with a smile, "It seems you're not only a hardworking and reliable person, but also a low-key and steady one. I must say, your master has taught you a good disciple."

"I don't deserve such praise. My master is always nagging me. He told me to learn from Director Jiang when I get to the military academy."

Jiang Lü did not speak immediately after hearing this, but instead stroked his chin and looked at Mo Zi'an with a half-smile.

Mo Zian continued, "Actually, my master has always hoped to meet you. He always said that if we could discuss and exchange ideas, it would be a great blessing in life and a great blessing for the empire."

Personally, I'm also very much looking forward to seeing what sparks you two can create. I reckon the Imperial Army will need to get a new uniform again.

Officials in the military and the Ministry of Industry estimated that they would have no holidays to rest.

"Haha, you, I never would have guessed, you're quite the sharp-tongued one."

Jiang Lu smiled and pointed at Mo Zian, then placed his hands on his knees to sit up straight. "Good! I have long admired Master Guihai's reputation. I believe that Master Guihai and I will have a very pleasant conversation."

"Then I'll convey my family's gratitude for your presence, Director Jiang."

Mo Zian stood up. "Then I'll contact my family right away. I happen to have one more contact privilege left. My master has been nagging me about it for a long time."

"Okay, go ahead then. Just make sure you don't miss your lights-out curfew."

"yes!"

Mo Zian saluted and turned to walk out the door.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Mo Zian stopped in his tracks. "Director Jiang, is there anything else you need?"

"It's not an order, I forgot to mention because you interrupted. Classes will start after basic training, and the special skills exam is in a few days. I think you could give it a try and aim for the intermediate light weapons division... By the way, did you know that when classes start, you'll be allowed to choose a minor specialty?"

Mo Zian nodded: "Yes, I heard that. The subject schedule from the Academic Affairs Office has been released, and they told us to consider it carefully... Actually, students don't have much to consider. We'll definitely have to apply for the Weapons Department."

"Okay, sure."

Jiang Lu nodded, then looked at Mo Zian, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Since you've decided to come to the Weapons Department, you can just call me teacher from now on. Don't be so formal."

"Yes, teacher!"