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Chapter 8 Death Frequency

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    A dead leaf with thick frost fell on Guo Nanbei. The coldness on the dead leaf made Guo Nanbei shiver. After the two people circulated the report, Jiang Yihan looked a little pale and said, "How could this happen?"

    Guo Nanbei took a deep breath and said, "Let's go to the telecommunications office first and block the news immediately."

    The troop commander and the political commissar rushed towards the two-story Soviet-style building where the telecommunications office was located at a speed of 100 meters. Almost everyone in the entire playground realized that something big had happened.

    Chu Nanfei was sitting in the carriage, wrapped in a winter coat and looking at the excited Zhang Hongwei. Compared to Jiang Yihan who remained silent and speechless, Chu Nanfei had the urge to throw Zhang Hongwei out of the carriage.

    Zhang Jinsheng was resting his mind with his eyes closed, and Huang Yuanyuan looked around excitedly while not forgetting her duty to debug the latest full-frequency dialing radio station.

    Zheng Aimin was holding a Type 85 sniper rifle and couldn't put it down. In principle, Chu Nanfei suggested that Zheng Aimin use a Type 82 silenced submachine gun. However, who knew that Zheng Aimin had a special liking for the Type 85 sniper rifle and liked to carry it even if it was not too heavy.  Come on!  Chu Nanfei's attitude towards the choice of weapons is very simple, just like it!

    Chu Nanfei put a raincoat on top of his head and turned on the flashlight to illuminate a 5,000-to-1 military map. On the map, there were dozens of large and small satellite towers with an altitude of 300 to 500 meters scattered around the Diegu Peak in Tangba in central Sichuan.  There are often streams between these peaks, which undoubtedly adds great difficulty to the journey.

    The Diegu Peak in Tangba in central Sichuan is inaccessible for hundreds of kilometers. If it were not for satellite surveying and mapping, I am afraid that we would not even have this map in our hands. Normally, the error of a 5,000:1 military map is about two kilometers, and in extremely complex  In such an environment, an error of two kilometers means that the target point will never be found, and everything can only rely on luck.

    Zhang Hongwei looked at Chu Nanfei who was covering his head with a raincoat. He originally wanted to have a few words with Chu Nanfei but quickly gave up the idea. The reason was very simple. Zhang Hongwei pulled off Chu Nanfei's raincoat.

    Chu Nanfei¡¯s kind smile made Zhang Hongwei shudder, because Chu Nanfei whispered enthusiastically to Zhang Hongwei: ¡°If you dare to disturb me again, I will throw you out of the car.¡±

    Zhang Hongwei couldn¡¯t understand why such an important scientific expedition had to be sent to a military comrade who seemed to have deep prejudices against experts and scholars to take charge of it?  Moreover, this comrade was also very difficult to communicate with, and Zhang Hongwei was full of worries about the upcoming scientific research work.

    Zhang Jinsheng slept very soundly. What he was most worried about was that Chu Nanfei would obey the advice of this group of intellectuals. Zhang Jinsheng himself had no prejudice against intellectuals. He had participated in similar scientific inspection activities before. To the officers and soldiers of the support team, intellectuals were  The concentrated expression of the word trouble.

    The latest flat-head Jiefang 141 truck has no difference in the comfort level of the trunk from the old round-head Jiefang and Soviet-style GAZ. With the same bumps, Chu Nanfei really can't feel and appreciate the 1970 technological innovations.  Where has the innovation come?

    Let us swing the oars, the boat pushes away the waves, and there are beautiful waves on the sea

    Several female scientific expedition members in the front car took the lead in singing a song. The singing made Chu Nanfei feel like he had returned to the boundless Gobi desert. The sunset was red and the mountains were flying, and the soldiers were returning to the camp from target practice Different songs, different  The environment and the people were different, but the feeling given to Chu Nanfei was exactly the same. Everything in front of him seemed to lose its color in an instant.

    The vehicle was still bumping, but Chu Nanfei fell into his own memories

    Suddenly, with a sudden brake, Chu Nanfei suddenly woke up from his memories. A field airport that was too simple to be in a simple field airport appeared next to a dense bamboo forest.

    A Y-5 seems to be doing its final inspection before takeoff. Ground and ground staff are running around constantly. Qin Tao is sitting by the bamboo forest wiping his weapons. Weapons are the second life of a soldier. There is no doubt about this.

    Zhang Hongwei handed a cigarette to Chu Nanfei with a sincere expression: "Captain Chu, you have worked hard on this scientific examination. I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of our scientific expedition team. We will definitely obey your command and arrangements.  I will never cause any trouble to my comrades in the army."

    Chu Nanfei was slightly stunned. Zhang Hongwei could be considered flexible and flexible. It was difficult for him to say such words in front of all the scientific expedition team members and Zhang Jinsheng, Zheng Aimin, Li Baoguo, Huang Yuanyuan and others.

    Face is given by others, face is lost by oneself!  As the saying goes, reach out and don't slap a smile. Since Zhang Hongwei, a great intellectual, has such a low profile, he can't be too unruly. Chu Nanfei smiled slightly at Zhang Hongwei, lit a cigarette, and lit one himself.

    Nicotine is in the air, and I¡¯ve been quitting smoking for a while.sp; "Not many Dongfanghong brand Qiyi improved C-type machines were produced that year, most of them were allocated to the geological exploration team!" Guo Nanbei frowned: "Can you find out which machine number it is?"

    A technical backbone said very helplessly: "We can now find out what model, location, band, etc., but we can't specify which machine."

    Guo Nanbei¡¯s face darkened: ¡°Common sense, every time a radio of this kind leaves the factory and is scrapped is recorded, and which units are distributed to which units are also recorded. Just spend more time and go quickly!¡±

    In an instant, everyone in the communications department became busy, and all the phone lines began to be busy. It was not easy to find a radio station that was manufactured decades ago. It was like finding a needle in a haystack. But Guo Nanbei was furious at this moment.  No one wants to get into trouble with that.

    On the long-wave radio band, 1091 was repeatedly sending a repeated message. Guo Nanbei frowned and stared at the 1091 band, which seemed to be ringing with a dusty past event.

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