What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

"That's right! We did indeed borrow this tracked technology from tractors."

Qin Ze patted the enormous vehicle parked in front of him.

The six pairs of road wheels make it look incredibly bulky, but it gives you a sense of security.

Qin Ze continued his introduction.

"Wheeled vehicles sometimes simply cannot reach places with very poor road conditions."

"So we prepared a tracked vehicle."

"This tracked weather modification device is equipped with high-strength tracks."

"Its reliability and durability are a step above wheeled vehicles."

"But the price and maintenance costs are much lower than those of wheeled vehicles."

"If you're looking for the best value for money, tracked vehicles are the most suitable..."

Listening to Qin Ze's endless chatter, Wu Changjiang was somewhat dazed.

Is this even human language?

If I'm not mistaken, this is clearly a tracked self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, and it's even electromagnetic.

As a result, Qin Ze sold him like a cabbage.

And they're still focusing on cost-effectiveness here.

The key is.

At this moment, the two from the Meteorological Agency have already become quite smitten.

It's truly a case of one daring to sell and the other daring to buy.

"Qin Ze, if you keep playing these games, I'm really going to have a serious talk with you!"

Wu Changjiang pointed to the equipment.

"You think I didn't know even though I kept quiet?"

"Don't you know where all this equipment came from?"

The so-called artificial weather modification device is obviously a modified version of the Twin 35.

The so-called self-propelled weather modification device is simply a Type 19 eight-wheel chassis.

This tracked weather modification device uses the Type 04 chassis.

After modifications, Qin Ze has upgraded the equipment to an unrecognizable level.

Ultimately, however, these so-called rainmaking equipment still originated from the war zone.

"I won't say anything since you borrowed so much from me."

"I won't say anything if you secretly modified the equipment."

"But it's going too far to not give it back to me!"

"Not only did they not return it to me, they even sold it to the weather bureau right in front of me."

"Have you considered my feelings?"

Wu Changjiang spoke with bitter tears.

He was already drooling over all that equipment.

No matter which one it is.

As long as it can be equipped by the troops, it will greatly enhance their combat effectiveness.

Previously, he could only offer sarcastic and sarcastic attempts to stop him.

But now he's made up his mind: he absolutely cannot let anyone else take this thing.

"How can you take my things and sell them to others, Qin Ze?"

Qin Ze's face darkened: "No, these are all equipment I developed..."

Don't give me that!

Wu Changjiang simply stopped pretending and went straight to the equipment, pointing to the paint job.

"If that's the case, you should at least apply a coat of paint, shouldn't you?"

"Your paint job is clearly our Type 21 urban camouflage!"

"And you claim it's your own equipment?"

"And here too!"

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Wu Changjiang squatted down.

The equipment in the war zone has a storage code under the chassis.

He figured that if Qin Ze was too lazy to repaint, then it was even less likely that he would have erased the inventory code.

So he prepared to squat down and point the finger at the witness.

But as he crouched down, he inadvertently saw the location of the limit device below the turret.

Wu Changjiang was suddenly terrified.

"No! Qin Ze!"

"Where's the limit switch on your thing?"

Qin Ze's eyes widened: "What limit switch?"

"Anti-aircraft guns all have limit switches, are you going to remove them?"

Wu Changjiang found it somewhat unbelievable.

A limiter is a device that restricts the angle of an anti-aircraft gun.

Once this device is removed, the cannon can be laid flat.

"Put the anti-aircraft guns down! Military court!"

"You don't even have a limit switch on this thing, and you still dare to sell it to the weather bureau?"

"I'm truly impressed!"

Anti-aircraft guns have an extremely high rate of fire, making them a nightmare for ground infantry.

The anti-aircraft guns in the war zone are all equipped with limiters, so it is generally not possible for the anti-aircraft guns to be laid flat.

Even if you want to lay it flat.

That's only possible in the extreme situation of a real battlefield where all artillery and infantry are killed, and only then can a desperate battle be fought.

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The cannons Qin Ze sold to the Meteorological Bureau didn't have limiters. Isn't that ridiculous?

At this moment, Huang Changyuan was still pretending to be confused.

"It's alright, Commander Wu, we won't mind even if there are no limiters."

"No! Can you even understand human speech?!"

Wu Changjiang stopped pretending altogether.

"I've been wanting to say something about your weather agency ever since!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"You dare to ask for an electromagnetic anti-aircraft gun?"

"What? Has the fear of insufficient firepower become contagious?"

"Your weather bureau is acting strangely too."

Huang Changyuan: "No, Commander, this was originally initiated by our Meteorological Bureau..."

"Give me a break!"

"Don't you guys know your nicknames?"

"Before, there was the Second Artillery Corps to keep you in check, and your meteorology department couldn't even get a chance."

"Now that the Second Artillery Corps has been reorganized into the Rocket Force, people say that your Meteorological Bureau is the second largest artillery force in the country."

"I'd estimate that your meteorological department has several thousand cannons across the country, right?"

"You want an electromagnetic cannon with this?"

"Director Huang, do you really want to be the artillery commander?"

Huang Changyuan and Gao Zhun were speechless.

Because what the commander said was true.

The meteorological bureau not only has seven or eight thousand anti-aircraft guns, but also fifty or sixty thousand employees who are skilled in using these guns.

They are considered the second largest artillery force in the country.

But on an international scale, the meteorological department is at least among the top five.

"I'm telling you this seriously now!"

Wu Changjiang became more serious.

"This project is now under the control of the military."

Huang Changyuan was immediately shocked: "No, we've already paid..."

"Whatever it costs, our war zone will pay!"

He turned his head away.

Wu Changjiang looked at Qin Ze with the air of a domineering CEO.

"I won't pursue the matter of you taking responsibility for modifying my equipment without authorization."

"After this is done, have someone from Beibing Group come over and coordinate with your school about mass production."

"You provide the technology, and they handle the production."

"I hope to see these three vehicles fully deployed to my air defense battalion by the end of the year."

The commander had already planned out the follow-up.

For this type of modified equipment, the production line is mature.

As long as the production-responsible Beibing Group and the original development team coordinate well, they can seamlessly transition to the mass production stage.

Optimistically, we might see mass production within six months.

By then.

The air defense forces in my theater have all been upgraded from ragtag guns to artillery.

Imagine it.

The anti-aircraft guns were now electromagnetically driven, increasing their power and range several times over.

The launch was so quiet that there was no sound or sparks, making it a perfect covert operation.

Then, the anti-aircraft artillery positions will not even need additional camouflage.

The enemy may never know why they died.