Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Chen Laohai was the first to kneel down, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice trembling:

"I'll go! I've spent most of my life at sea and I've never seen such a magnificent ship. I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

Zhao the Bearded Man knelt down immediately afterward, his voice booming like thunder:

"Let's do this! From now on, this ship is my home. Anyone who dares to invade, I'll fight them to the death!"

The remaining fishermen knelt down in unison, their faces flushed with excitement, shouting all at once, "Let's work with the adults!"

Before Lin Mo arrived, they went hungry for three days and nine meals a day. After Lin Mo arrived, they were not only able to eat their fill, but they also had meat at every meal.

In the eyes of these fishermen, this young county magistrate was a god sent down from heaven to save them.

Lin Mo told them to get up and began assigning tasks:

"Big Beard, take a few men and learn how to operate the speedboats. From now on, port patrols and emergency communications will be handled by the speedboats."

Chen Laohai, you take the rest of the men onto the big ship and start learning how to operate it from today.

But let me make this clear from the start: the engine room is a restricted area. No one except you, Chen Laohai, is allowed to enter without permission.

The ship's armory is also off-limits; violators will be dealt with according to military law.

Did you both understand these two rules?

Everyone responded in unison, and no one asked why.

The rules of the gods don't need explanation; just follow them.

Lin Mo then instructed Liu Si to continue being responsible for fishing season intelligence and logistical supplies, while he personally led the fishermen into several groups to take turns learning how to operate and maintain the boats.

For two days in a row, Lin Mo spent his time at the port and on the ship.

Chen Laohai can now independently start and stop the diesel engine, Zhao Dahuzi drives the speedboat more smoothly than a bullock cart, and the other fishermen have at least mastered deck work and basic rope knots. They have practiced basic skills such as raising and dropping anchors and raising and lowering cables quite well.

Seeing that they could basically handle the ship, Lin Mo called Chen Laohai over:

"Old Hai, the port and the ship are now in your hands."

Every day, we continued training according to the schedule, the routine inspections of the engine room were never interrupted, and the speedboat patrols were conducted twice a day, morning and evening.

"If anything happens, send someone to the county government office immediately."

"Don't worry, sir, I'll risk my life to protect this boat."

Chen Laohai patted his chest and agreed, his dark face full of solemnity.

Lin Mo then turned and went to the shooting range on the back mountain.

Before we even reached the mouth of the valley, the sound of gunfire could be heard from afar, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the sea breeze swirled through the valley.

The 100-man squad is conducting moving target shooting training in groups. The targets are straw figures made by Liu Si and his men, dressed in the old armor from the previous Thousand Households Office, and are pulled by ropes to simulate an infantry charge.

The scarecrows swayed and moved forward in the valley. Bullets hit the dry grass, scattering clumps of debris. Several scarecrows were riddled with holes and hung crookedly on the wooden frame.

Lin Mo stood on the command platform and watched for a while.

The hit rate on stationary targets has increased from less than 30% at the beginning to more than 60%. Some talented individuals can even hit dense bullet impact points on moving targets, hitting the target every time.

During a training break, Yue Pengniao blew a rest whistle, and the 100-person team dispersed to drink water and wipe their sweat.

Lin Mo called him over and spoke directly:

"Give me the roster; I want to pick a few students with the best grades."

Yue Pengniao took out a roster from his pocket and handed it over.

Lin Mo opened the document and checked off ten names one by one, based on the shooting scores and comprehension ratings from regular training.

These people are far ahead in both gun assembly and disassembly and shooting accuracy. In the main world, they would be the kind of elite soldiers who can grasp things quickly and become proficient after just one training session.

"Bring these ten men with me."

Yue Pengniao glanced at the list and loudly called out ten names.

Ten people jogged out of the queue, lined up, sweat still beading on their foreheads, and looked somewhat bewildered.

Lin Mo didn't explain, but led them and the Yue Peng bird through the main street of the county government office, all the way to the locked warehouse in the backyard.

He pushed open the iron gate, and ten people followed him in single file.

The warehouse contained ten brand-new portable radios, their dark, square boxes neatly arranged on wooden shelves, alongside ten sets of folding photovoltaic panels and energy storage batteries.

These radios were purchased from Mustafa last time, and the solar panels and energy storage were provided by him; they were all military-grade equipment.

In the main world, such a radio station could only travel a few dozen kilometers at most amidst the dense electromagnetic signals.

But this is World One, free from any electromagnetic interference, which can directly increase the communication distance by several orders of magnitude, reaching hundreds of kilometers.

The ten people stared at the black boxes on the table, their faces filled with curiosity.

The Cantonese bird couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, what is this? It looks like a metal box."

"This is called a radio station."

From today onwards, these ten will be the Flying Tigers' communications squad. I'll teach you and them how to use them first.

Lin Mo picked up a radio and demonstrated the standard procedures for turning it on and off, tuning, making calls, and sending and receiving signals from beginning to end.

He pressed the transmit button and said "test, test" into the microphone. His voice immediately came through another radio that had been placed in the next room, as clear as if they were talking face to face.

The ten men stared wide-eyed. One of the boys even went to the next room to see if someone was hiding in the radio. When he came back, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

After the demonstration, Lin Mo had everyone take turns operating the equipment, practicing repeatedly.

These ten people truly lived up to their reputation as the most quick learners. They mastered the basic operations in less than half a morning, demonstrating impressive skills in call answering, frequency switching, and silent mode settings.

"Remember all of this."

Lin Mo put down the radio, his voice deepening, and his gaze swept across the ten young faces one by one.

"This thing is called a radio; it's the Flying Tigers' ears and mouth."

With it on the battlefield, even if you're in Beijing and I'm in Lianhai County, we can still transmit signals in real time.

In the future, the ten of you may be assigned to various parts of the country, including Beijing, Hezhou, Yunxi, and even more distant places.

No matter how far apart they were, as long as there was a radio station, they would turn it on twice a day, morning and evening, to report their location and whereabouts.

I can have a complete grasp of the situation from Lianhai.

But remember this:

The person is there, and so is the radio station.

If we encounter danger and cannot protect it, we should destroy the photovoltaic equipment immediately. This way, even if the radio falls into the enemy's hands, the enemy will not be able to use it!

Did you all understand?

The eleven men roared in unison:

"I understand!"

The sound was short and forceful.

Lin Mo nodded:

"Move the radio and photovoltaic equipment back to your respective dormitories. The communications class will officially begin operation today."

The machine is turned on twice a day, at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m., to report on the training progress and equipment status.

"Yuepengniao, you're in charge of compiling the data. Report any abnormalities to me immediately."

"yes!"

Yue Pengniao and ten others clasped their hands in greeting and carefully picked up their respective radios and photovoltaic panels, carrying them out of the warehouse as gently as if they were newborn babies.

At exactly eight o'clock that evening, ten radios were turned on on time, and the constant ringing of calls filled the county government's communications room. Yue Pengniao, carrying the summary records, ran up to Lin Mo, his plump face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Sir, all ten points are working, and the signal is so clear it's like talking to someone next door."

This thing is amazing, it's like a walkie-talkie!