Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The design of new weapons is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and Mo Zian has more pressing matters to attend to right now—the national professional and technical examination for the Guangwu Empire.

a few days later.

"Today is the 72nd day of the Frost Month in the 843rd year of the Guangwu Calendar. The Empire's annual professional title examination officially begins today, with talents from all walks of life across the Empire fighting hard in the examination hall..."

Early in the morning, the cafeteria's large radio was broadcasting the news. Mo Zian and his three roommates carried their trays, found seats, and began to eat breakfast.

The group unloaded the sandbags from their bodies and began to eat while talking in hushed tones—although the strict requirements of basic training were gone, the most basic discipline remained unbreakable.

Wei Qiao stretched his shoulders and said to Mo Zi'an, "Old Bi, do you have a special exam today?"

"Yes." Mo Zian took a sip of porridge. "Dafu and I are taking the exam this afternoon at the city garrison. What about you?"

"Me? It's the day after tomorrow, the last day," Wei Ru said, licking her wet lips.

"I am tomorrow."

Wei Qiao leaned close to Mo Zi'an and said, "Old Bi, could I borrow that motorcycle you rode back to school the other day... for a bit tomorrow?"

"Of course, no problem," Mo Zian readily agreed. "However, if you find it effective, you'll have to help me promote it."

"Don't worry, if I like it, I'll buy one from you too."

Wei Qiao rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Great! Our language exams are in the same city as the local ones. Otherwise, we would have to be at the train station before dawn."

"How much is your 'Yushu' brand motorcycle? Is it expensive?" Wei Ru asked.

"There are two types available to the market right now," Mo Zian said. "The ones that burn 'ether pots' are more expensive, while the ones that burn oil are cheaper. The price of ether pots ranges from 500 to 1000 silver dollars, while the cheapest ones that burn oil cost as little as 100 silver dollars."

"So cheap?" Wei Qiao asked in surprise.

Wei Ru tugged at him, and he realized that he had been a little too loud.

"Old Bi, how much does your car cost?" Wei Qiao asked tentatively, lowering his voice.

"Mine was actually a demonstration sample; the cost of materials and labor alone was several hundred yuan," Mo Zian said. "You know, it's a GG (Girls' Generation) product."

The exam proceeded as scheduled.

The intermediate light weapons specialist exam is divided into two stages: a practical exam and a written exam. To be honest, the difficulty of the written exam questions was not too high for Mo Zian. The only challenging part was some of the open-ended questions.

The practical training includes manufacturing parts from scratch, assembling weapons, and quickly repairing damaged weapons. Many candidates fail at this step.

In particular, the "rapid repair of damaged weapons" is conducted under simulated battlefield conditions, with machine guns and explosive charges simulating artillery fire right above your head.

However, Mo Zian still performed exceptionally well.

The Longlong-5 machine gun in his hand was quickly repaired.

Although the exam results couldn't be released on the spot, Mo Zian felt that there was no possibility that he would fail.

After finishing the exams, Mo Zian focused his energy back on his studies and research at the military academy. In addition to these, Mo Zian also decided to learn another foreign language.

And so on this day.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Please come in."

Mo Zian pushed open the door. "Hello, Teacher Liao."

"Oh, it's Zian. Come, come."

The head of the foreign language department was fluent in more than a dozen languages ​​spoken in mainland China. He pushed up his thick glasses and greeted him, "Is there a problem with your studies?"

"It's like this, Teacher Liao," Mo Zian said, "I want to learn some Highland languages ​​on my own, but I can't find any relevant books or textbooks in our school library."

"Oh? Highland language?"

Liao Xingzhen joked, "What's wrong? I heard that they were considering taking you on as a student. You passed the intermediate weapons engineer exam this time, and now you want to switch to being a translator?"

Mo Zian scratched the back of his head. "You're joking, Teacher Liao. Actually, I learned Highland language because I encountered some foreign troops from the Highlands during the White Ridge exercises."

I had some contact with them and found that many of them spoke our language fluently, and even chess was very popular among them. However, there were not many people in our army who spoke the Highland language.

We lack even a basic understanding of the entire highlands, which I personally believe is inappropriate.

"I didn't realize you had such a broad perspective."

Liao Xingzhen sighed, "That place in the highlands used to be very isolated. I've only gradually become proficient in their language in the last two years. Well then..."

Liao Xingzhen took out several notebooks and a book with a cover from her desk cabinet and handed them to Mo Zian.

"This is my notebook for learning Highland language. The knowledge in it is quite comprehensive. Highland language is an ancient language and is more difficult to learn than Chenhuan language, but many of their grammar rules are the same."

This book is a classic novel from the Highlands; don't treat it as casual reading. It records and describes a lot of local history and customs, which will be helpful for your language learning.

Mo Zian solemnly accepted the notebook and book. "Thank you, Teacher Liao!"

"You're welcome." Liao Xingzhen waved her hand. "It's what a teacher should do for students who love learning. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me directly."

"Okay, then I won't bother you any longer." Mo Zian gave a salute. "Goodbye, Teacher Liao."

"Okay, goodbye."

Mo Zian stepped out of Liao Xingzhen's office, but after only a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by a voice from the side.

Mo Zian was startled, because he hadn't noticed anyone next to him at all.

"Mo Zian, classmate."

Mo Zian stopped and found that it was Wang Xinpei, the Dean of Students, standing close to the wall on the other side of the corner of the corridor.

"Hello, Director! I'm sorry, I didn't see you just now." Mo Zian quickly saluted.

"It's okay."

Wang Xinpei slowly walked forward a few steps, his gaze shifting to the unmarked notebook and book in Mo Zian's hands. "You're very interested in Highland languages?"

"Oh, I see..."

Just as Mo Zian was about to explain, Teacher Liao came out of the office.

"Yes, Mo is a good student who loves to study."

Liao Xingzhen opened the office door and walked over. "These materials were given to me; they're just some learning notes. Would Director Wang like to take a look?"

"Teacher Liao is joking. I'm not interested in foreign languages ​​at all."

Wang Xinpei said calmly, "Since our classmate Mo has the spare time and energy, it would be great if he were interested in learning another foreign language."

"Okay, Mo Zian, you should go back now."

Liao Xingzhen said to Mo Zian, "You still have to report to the Weapons Department tonight. Don't keep Director Jiang waiting. He's royalty, so we shouldn't be impolite."

"Yes." Mo Zian glanced at Wang Xinpei, and seeing that he didn't react, he saluted and left.

After Mo Zian walked away, Teacher Liao said calmly, "Xin Pei, that was going too far."

"Please don't mind it, I was just asking. After all, it's not information from the school library, don't you think?" Wang Xinpei said in an unusually gentle tone.

Teacher Liao glanced at Wang Xinpei sideways. "Ask? Heh... Ever since you came to the school, the number of 'auxiliary officers' here has doubled."

"The affairs of the school are very complicated. You are a scholar, but the odd jobs we are doing are not easy either." Wang Xinpei forced a bitter expression on his face. "The school is a big operation, and all kinds of things need to be managed."

"Then you should take good care of it. Don't hesitate to ask if you need any help." Teacher Liao turned her face away. "Just don't bring your old methods from the Third Gardening Division to the school. It's not good."

Mo Zian ignored the conversation behind him, strode away with his books, and time slipped away quietly with his steady steps.

......

"Today is the 102nd day of the Frost Month in the 843rd year of the Guangwu calendar, at 21:00. Welcome to the Evening News."

Today is the day when professional title examination results and certificates are released.

Through a fair and impartial unified examination, we have witnessed another group of outstanding talents from all walks of life grow up and join the great cause of building the empire...

"Hmph! Bullshit!"

Han Dafu turned his face to the wall, hugged the quilt, and cursed angrily.

"Hey, Dafu." Mo Zian opened the door, glanced outside, then walked back to his seat, tuned the radio to a music station, and turned up the volume.

"Oh dear, being a mid-level military doctor is already quite good; you're already getting the待遇 (treatment/benefits) of a colonel," Wei Ru advised from the side.

"Yes, it's just the difference between a major and a colonel," Wei Qiao chimed in, offering his advice.

"Sigh." Han Dafu sighed. "It's not about the treatment. I clearly took the advanced military doctor exam."

When the results came out, they told me, "Due to my lack of experience and battlefield combat skills, I have been automatically demoted to intermediate-level military doctor after discussion!"

My score was more than 10 points above the passing mark, what do you call that?!

Mo Zian glanced at his "Intermediate Army Light Weapons Division" certificate, walked to Han Dafu's bedside, patted the side of her bed, and said in a low voice, "You're getting cocky. Giving you a senior military doctor might not be a good thing."

Han Dafu turned his head, pouting as he looked at Mo Zian, "Why?"

"Putting aside the fact that tall trees catch the wind, have you actually performed battlefield first aid?" Mo Zian countered.

"No, it's all about treating patients and saving lives..." Han Dafu stubbornly retorted.

"If it really comes to that, with gunfire and artillery fire everywhere, and the whole room full of people missing limbs, you're a senior military doctor. It's expected that you do a good job, but if you make even the slightest mistake, people will scrutinize you with a magnifying glass."

Mo Zian looked into Han Dafu's eyes, "And you have almost no practical experience in battlefield first aid. Can you guarantee that you won't panic even slightly?"

Han Dafu stared at Mo Zian for a long time without saying a word, then turned his face away after a while.

"Hmph! I won't listen! That's just a bunch of idiots chanting scriptures!"

Those familiar with Han Dafu knew that this matter was now in the past.

Wei Qiaochong and Mo Zian gave a thumbs up and changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Lao Bi, we've settled on the motorcycle thing. Both Kugua (Luo Chong's nickname) and I want the Ethereum version."

While a gasoline-powered car would be nice, there are very few gas stations available these days, and you can't exactly carry around a whole can of fuel yourself.

"Oh right, me too!" Wei Ru raised her hand. "Sheng Nan and I are pooling our money to buy one too..."

"Sure," Mo Zian said happily. "I'll let my family know later. It's an internal price for us family members, but don't tell anyone else. I can't handle everyone asking me for it."

Don't worry.