My girlfriend is from 1949

Chapter 70 Zhang Deshun, Reconnaissance Platoon

"What...what is this?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg!

The originally dark glass in the middle of the remote control suddenly lit up and displayed a picture of flowers and plants.

Even from a high vantage point, they were all captured in the frame.

And I can clearly recognize that it is my companion!

They were all well-educated, familiar with photographs, and knew that there were also color photographs available at higher prices.

But those are all solid and unmoving.

The color photo in the remote control was actually moving, and you could even see another student looking up and waving.

This was completely beyond their comprehension!

If it were in a more secluded place, people might think their soul had been captured!

In 38, only the embassies of countries such as Britain, the United States, and France had black and white television sets.

It's not something that ordinary people like them can access.

Only international students like Lin Wan have seen and know that this kind of moving screen is called a television.

But that was just pre-recorded and then broadcast.

This is completely different from the real-time transmission we are currently experiencing.

Even a well-traveled international student like her was surprised when she first saw it, let alone the students.

Director Zheng patiently explained that the lit glass was called a built-in touch display screen.

Then, touch the screen with your finger to view the options.

Fortunately, the basic knowledge of drones was explained in previous classes, and everyone gradually became familiar with the relevant functions and applications by referring to their notes.

The knowledge was extracted from the instruction manual, which made it a bit difficult to understand.

After Director Zheng demonstrated the function, flew around the threshing ground, and transmitted the live footage back, the trainees exclaimed in amazement.

Now I finally understand the terrifying power of drones.

Especially when Director Zheng controlled the drone and flew silently to the outside of the cooking squad.

The video of the cooks chopping cabbage and kneading dough to make steamed buns was transmitted back, leaving everyone speechless.

The most terrifying thing is that the cooking squad was under constant surveillance without anyone noticing.

If this happened on a battlefield, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Director Zheng also activated the infrared thermal imaging mode, displaying all the people in the room.

Even the sentries hidden in the grass could not escape the infrared thermal imaging scan.

Li Yimin watched the continuously transmitted images, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

A thought suddenly popped into my head: if I could fly across the Yangtze River, I could get a clear view of the enemy's defensive layout.

No matter where there are bunkers or heavy weapons, they can all be detected.

Even the artillery positions hidden behind them could be observed clearly.

At that time, our artillery will be able to accurately destroy these important targets based on precise parameters!

Without the obstruction of heavy firepower, the difficulty of crossing the river can be greatly reduced.

Li Yimin clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fervor.

I'm determined to master the knowledge I've learned as soon as possible, strive to become the class monitor, and become the first pilot who can operate a drone!

Not only Li Yimin, but everyone else also showed a burning desire on their faces.

They were all trembling with excitement, their eyes blazing with intense light!

……

In the dense jungle, five kilometers away from the threshing ground where drone pilots train.

A reconnaissance squad is advancing slowly, carefully searching every inch of the land.

"Squad leader, we've been searching for two hours, why haven't we found it yet?"

"Squad leader, is it possible that there isn't even a target item?"

"Yeah, right!"

"..."

Several soldiers straightened up and rubbed their sore necks.

They are currently conducting training.

The training involved finding a piece of gray wood that had been hidden in the area beforehand.

According to the intelligence we've received, the piece of wood is only the size of an arm; we must find it as soon as possible.

Besides searching for wood, there's another strange place.

Each person carried a bottle of sulfuric acid. After finding the wood, they had to chop it up, then dig a deep pit, pour sulfuric acid over it, and bury it deep inside.

The inexplicable training assignments left every soldier completely baffled.

They were all elites selected from the entire army, and were the vanguard in their respective units.

After going through layers of screening and strict political vetting, they were sent to Yaogang Village.

After a simple grouping, the superiors sent them to search for wood in the jungle.

Zhang Deshun, holding a submachine gun, turned around and sternly rebuked, "What are you all complaining about? The higher-ups have given us a mission, and all we have to do is carry it out!"

Everyone, perk up and quickly find the target.

If Class 3 finds them first, we'll have to wash their smelly socks for a month!

If you don't want to wash socks, then get to work!

When the group heard about washing socks, it suddenly dawned on them.

Before training, they made a bet with the third class next door: whoever finished training first would have the loser wash their socks.

They were all elite soldiers selected from various units, who had carried out numerous reconnaissance missions, and each of them was very proud and arrogant.

How could they possibly admit defeat?

Washing your comrades' socks is a small matter; losing and losing face is a big deal!

Zhang Deshun stood up and warily scanned his surroundings.

Although two team members had been assigned to guard the area, his years of reconnaissance experience kept him on his guard.

Even though we're in the rear now, it's just training.

But who knows if the higher-ups will make things more difficult and send another team to "capture" them alive?

Just two days ago, Zhang Deshun was a reconnaissance platoon leader.

I had just returned from a mission that evening when I was summoned directly to the regimental headquarters.

Then I was taken to a small room by several serious-looking comrades who asked me a lot of questions.

Then the next morning, it was brought here by truck.

After being selected, he went from being a reconnaissance platoon leader to the squad leader of the second squad.

Although he was demoted, he had no complaints.

On the contrary, they keenly sensed the unusual nature of this selection and felt honored to be chosen.

So let alone being a squad leader, he would be willing to be a soldier.

However, Zhang Deshun shared the same doubts as his teammates.

The usual training content is reconnaissance skills such as infiltration and sentry duty.

But today, besides all that, after simulating an infiltration deep behind enemy lines and reaching the designated coordinates, they were actually asked to find something.

Furthermore, it was strictly ordered that the target object must be found and destroyed at all costs.

Little did he know that today's training involved finding a piece of wood.

The next time, we will actually go deep behind enemy lines to search for drones that may have crashed due to malfunctions.

To maintain secrecy, the higher-ups did not require them to risk bringing the items back, but instead ordered them to destroy and bury them on the spot to prevent them from falling into enemy hands.

In this way, even if the reconnaissance team is ambushed during the retreat, they can still ensure the completion of their mission.

In other parts of Yaogang Village, other groups were also conducting research in preparation for the upcoming crossing of the Yangtze River campaign.

Time flies, and it's already the third day!