Shipborne Special Forces.

After discussing the issue with Team 14, their squad leader decided not to light the fire today. After all, the facility is made of steel plates, and the steel plates would get very hot if left burning for too long.

Sometimes, a design is one thing, but the actual problems that arise require a lot of improvement. Take this multi-functional public subject simulation facility, for example. After today's practical exercise, everyone might make improvements, such as moving the ignition point outside the equipment. Anyway, there are always more solutions than problems.

However, You Jiang couldn't help but ask Jia Qu, "Jia Qu, don't the people who design these things ever consider anything? How can they come up with such stupid designs?"

Before Jia Qu could reply after You Jiang finished speaking, Shen Long spoke up.

"You can't put it that way. Let me give you an example. You'll all be going to the ships later, and the 100mm naval guns need their barrels wiped clean after each firing. This means not only the outside but also the inside needs cleaning. So here's the problem: how do you clean a gun barrel that's several meters long and 100mm in diameter?"

"Find a long pole and stick it in?" Huang Gang reacted quickly and immediately.

Shen Long nodded and said, "That's right, that's exactly what everyone does. But the problem is that in order to clean the cannon barrel thoroughly, everyone has to wrap many layers of rags around the long stick used to clean the barrel. That's how you get a clean inside. Then another problem arises: such a big stick, and so many rags to wrap around it, how many people do you need?"

"We might need about ten," the group said after thinking for a moment.

Shen Long nodded and continued, "That's right, at least a dozen people, but wouldn't that be very tiring? So later, someone in the navy invented a cleaning bullet for cleaning cannon barrels. A foam bullet can clean the inside very clearly."

"Isn't this a great invention?" Youjiang exclaimed.

Shen Long smiled and shook his head, saying, "At first, everyone thought it would work very well, but after actual operation, we found that although this foam bullet can clean the gun barrel very well, its power is not reduced after passing through the gun barrel. It will continue to penetrate into the gun mount. As a result, although the gun barrel is cleaned, it may take many days to clean the inside of the gun mount."

"Uh...is that so?" the group said awkwardly.

"That's the difference between the design concept and the actual operation, but with this design, everyone has a direction. For example, right now, everyone just needs to consider how to stop the foam bomb in time," Shen Long explained.

But at that moment, Wang Aiguo's face suddenly flashed into Shen Long's mind. What exactly would that confident kid, who spoke so confidently about his technological innovations, actually create?

"Hehe, I don't know why, but I'm kind of looking forward to it." Shen Long smiled as he looked at the sky. He had a feeling that Wang Aiguo's confident smile back then wasn't a joke; he was genuinely confident.

....

After discussing the matter with Team 14, the members of Team 12 went back to make contact. By the time everyone had finished plugging the leaks, the female soldiers from Team 13 were already downstairs wearing raincoats.

Seeing the female soldiers all wearing black raincoats, everyone felt their hearts breaking.

"Where has the most basic trust between people gone? You beasts, these beasts!" the male soldiers screamed inwardly.

At times like this, even if it were Sister Leopard with bare legs, everyone would find it acceptable. However, in reality, even Sister Leopard was fully armed, looking like they were all wearing night clothes.

"Alright, Captain Shen, it's time to switch places," Captain Mo said to Shen Long with a smile as he walked down.

Shen Long smiled in response, and then led everyone up to the third floor.

At this moment, the monk, weaving through the "sea of ​​people," inexplicably found himself at the very back of the line. Seeing the monk at the back, Youjiang, curious, followed him to the back as well.

"Monk, what are you doing?" Youjiang walked to the back of the group and asked the monk curiously.

The monk's steps grew slower and slower, as if he didn't want to leave the second floor. This puzzled You Jiang even more, and he said strangely, "Don't you need to be so thirsty? The other party is wearing a complete 'night outfit,' you can't see a hair on him."

"Have you forgotten how unlucky Xiaotian looked just now? Let me tell you, the first group of the female soldiers is definitely Sister Leopard Liu Wenjun and her team. Their platoon leader probably doesn't even know that the broken gate was pulled up little by little. So I had to check to see if they would get smashed too!"

As the monk spoke, his eyes lit up, as if he were about to unleash a laser beam.

You Jiang was stunned. What the hell could he be worried about? Wait, that's not right. If there's such a big grudge, why would he give someone snacks? Isn't that crazy?

Just as You Jiang was filled with doubt and the martial monk was in high spirits, Grandpa Bi came up from the first floor.

When Grandpa Bi came up, he didn't go up to the third floor. Instead, he went to the female soldiers on the second floor and said to Captain Mo, "Captain Mo, let me tell you, this gate can't be pulled all the way down at once. This thing can be adjusted. Just pull it little by little."

Monk: "..."

Right Descends: "..."

You weren't here when we were practicing, but you showed up when the female soldiers were practicing. You're not our captain, you're the captain of Team 13, aren't you?!

....

Meanwhile, Wang Aiguo had already taken Xiaotian to the medical team. Logically speaking, a nosebleed shouldn't be that serious, but as they walked, Wang Aiguo felt that something was amiss.

After all, he had never seen anyone have a nosebleed that could last for more than ten minutes.

Upon arriving at the medical team, Xiao Tian was immediately taken away by the military doctor for examination. Wang Aiguo waited outside, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Hey, isn't this patriotism?"

A familiar voice appeared behind Wang Aiguo, startling him.

The only acquaintance in the medical team now, besides the military doctor and the hospital staff, is Jiang Tao, the deputy political commissar of the brigade who is still recovering from his injuries.

"Greetings, Political Commissar," Wang Aiguo said quickly.

These past few days he's learned his lesson and dropped the "deputy" from "deputy political commissar," just calling him "political commissar" directly. After all, a deputy political commissar is still a political commissar, so this shouldn't be considered flattery.

Jiang Tao chuckled, not taking the form of the address to heart, and continued, "Why are you with the medical team again? Did another martial monk come in?"

"No, no, it's just that one of our young men got hit in the nose, so I brought him here to have it checked."

"Oh." Jiang Tao nodded and didn't say anything more. Then, like Wang Aiguo, he looked at the falling leaves outside the window.

"The weather is getting cooler, and there are more leaves falling. In a few days, there will be a large-scale leaf drop, and that will be tiring," Jiang Tao muttered to himself.

Wang Aiguo was stunned for a moment, and Jiang Tao's words suddenly made him feel a flash of inspiration.