mtl008 Chapter 249 Yu Ye: I think the 155mm howitzer is the sexiest in the world
Chapter 249 Yu Ye: I think the 155mm howitzer is the sexiest in the world
The woman's hands froze in mid-air, and the smile on her face also froze. How the hell could this be possible?
According to her usual practice, her beauty was extremely lethal, and she was not just a pretty face. Her knowledge was far beyond that of ordinary college students. Originally, Commander Yan had arranged for her to come to this mountain valley to persuade a military expert to defect. She was a little unwilling to do so, and always felt like a flower stuck in cow dung.
But he didn't expect that the guy in front of him just glanced at his palm and asked him to get out directly. Isn't this too unromantic?
Looking at the two colleagues from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army who were busy carrying the wreckage of the tank, the woman was furious. They came here together, so why didn't they say a word to help her?
Watching Yu Ye walking past her, Yu Qian felt a sense of loss for the first time as he saw that this man didn't even have his eyes on her.
There was no time to hesitate or be reserved. If she did not take action, she would be ignored by the man in front of her and this mission would no longer be possible.
Yu Qian simply gritted his teeth and stood in front of Yu Ye with his chest puffed out: "Minister Yu, are you really not going to look at me?"
Old Zhao was about to step forward and pull away the female officer of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army in front of him who didn't look like a good person, but Yu Ye waved his hand.
"I say, the country is not yet strong, how can you dare to have a romantic relationship? How dare you at your age?"
While speaking, Yu Ye didn't even look at the woman.
Yu Qian: “…”
He had a thousand words to say, but Yu Ye's words directly knocked him back, choking him on the spot.
Yu Qian had seen men who pretended to be disdainful but still pursued her relentlessly, but she had never seen a man like Yu Ye who never kept his eyes on her from beginning to end.
Moreover, such an empty sentence coming out of Yu Ye's mouth seemed solid and powerful, just like this guy's life creed, with a strong sense of conviction.
After saying that, Yu Ye walked straight past Yu Qian. To him, this woman was not as attractive as the Japanese Type 94 light tank that he had just regarded as trash.
"Minister Yu, I have a question for you?"
"explain."
Yu Ye didn't even turn around.
"Are you so cold? As insensitive as a piece of steel?"
"No, I'm not a saint. I'll take a closer look at a beautiful woman, but I'd better not put a rose that is obviously poisonous in my eyes."
Hearing Yu Ye say that he also appreciates women, Yu Qian immediately became interested and said with great energy, "Then what kind of women do you like, Minister?"
"For me, I think the 155mm howitzer is the sexiest in the world."
Yu Ye said something irrelevant and then ignored the woman again.
Yu Qian was choked again by Yu Ye's words.
"What a man who doesn't understand romance. He's actually harder than steel."
Zhao Gang, who was listening to the whole conversation, tried hard to hold back his laughter, and the muscles on his face were almost twitching. Old Zhao was always serious, unless he really couldn't help himself.
At the beginning, Lao Zhao was a little worried that Yu Ye would not be able to control himself. After all, it was normal for Lao Yu to develop some feelings for a beautiful woman at his age.
Just when Lao Zhao was thinking about how to isolate this woman from Lao Yu's sight without hurting Lao Yu's feelings, he didn't expect Lao Yu to directly hit Yu Qian with two big slaps.
Zhao Gang himself did not expect that the director of the Liaoyuan Arsenal would be such an unromantic guy. He was now somewhat worried about Lao Yu's personal problems in the future.
"Major Yu, our Minister Yu just told me to send you back to the 358th Regiment. What do you think?"
Zhao Gang acted as if he was seeing someone off.
Yu Qian looked at Yu Ye's back and stomped his feet. It seemed that even if he stayed any longer, there would be no chance of success. He turned around and walked out of the independent regiment camp.
Yu Ye never looked at the woman again from beginning to end.
He stood in the makeshift factory building, looking at the wreckage of Japanese tanks scattered all over the ground, and began to explain the structure and key points of the Japanese tanks to the two mechanical engineers.
Mechanical engineer Wu Yang had received special training in the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. When he was asked to come to the Independent Regiment to learn the Japanese tank technology, he was a little disdainful, thinking that how could the Eighth Route Army in the mountains understand what a tank was?
But as soon as Yu Ye opened his mouth, he immediately stunned the two people.
"The tank is the most powerful weapon in the world that combines mobility, defense and firepower. In today's wars, its terrifying power has not yet been fully explored.
It can be predicted that in the next fifty or even one hundred years, tanks will still be the core combat weapons for the army.
If you could witness the magnificence of the steel torrent with your own eyes, it would be a magnificent scene in your combat career."
As soon as these words were uttered, the two mechanical engineers of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army were shocked on the spot.
They did not expect that there would be such insightful military experts in the mountains of Shanxi in the 40s. Such judgments could only be made among the top leaders of the National Army. As for ordinary officers, they simply did not have this strategic vision.
In addition to talking about the role of tanks in modern warfare from a macro perspective, Yu Ye then began to talk about the development history of the Japanese Type 94 tank, and derived the Japanese's entire tank development idea from the Japanese's introduction of the French FT-17 and British "Whippet" medium tanks.
"Since the Japanese are a country without resources, they can only take the route of continuous lightweighting. This little kid in front of me is the product of this idea taken to the extreme.
This small-scale thinking ultimately led the Japanese tanks down a wrong path."
Yu Ye talked attentively about the pile of wreckage, disassembling everything from the Japanese 105-horsepower engine to the 37mm tank gun barrel and the 15mm armor and analyzing them all.
From the Japanese design ideas, to the Japanese riveting methods, to the coordination between the various systems of the Japanese tanks, everything was explained very clearly.
The two mechanics of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army looked at Yu Ye in amazement. In this young man's explanation, the Japanese tanks were like a dissection, with no secrets at all.
"Okay, I've been explaining this to you for hours. Now it's time for you to practice. If you two can use these wreckage to build a complete tank, you will be considered a successful apprentice."
As he spoke, Yu Ye handed them a set of wrenches and a hammer, then found a chair to sit down and prepared to make himself a pot of tea.
The two mechanics looked at the tools in their hands, then looked at Yu Ye, and said in astonishment: "Commander Yu, with just these few tools, we can put the enemy tank back together?"
"Yes, what else?"
Yu Ye said casually as he looked at the tank that was riddled with holes burned by thermite.
"You're not kidding us, are you?"
"Who is kidding you? Do you think the Japanese tanks are all made of large machines? They are all made by their tank masters.
Hurry up, once you figure it out, you'll graduate.
If you have any questions, I'm here, you can ask me anytime."
Yu Ye spoke a little hastily, took a mouthful of tea leaves, and spit several times in succession.
The two mechanical engineers of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army looked at each other and saw the despair in each other's eyes. It was like they were using a ton of steel and a hammer to create a Japanese tank with their bare hands.
PS: I felt that the name Yu Shuang wasn’t very appropriate for this character, so I changed it. He’s just a minor character anyway, so you don’t need to pay too much attention to him.