"Commander, take a look." Yue Jianjun had just returned to the office when the head of the logistics camp construction department, who had been waiting at the door, began to complain.
"What's wrong?" Yue Jianjun took the 20 pieces of paper that the head of the construction department handed over.
There were a total of six applications, three for construction materials and three for office equipment. The Quick Rebel Battalion, the Special Combat Battalion, and the drone instructor team each had two.
"The military is coming down for an inspection. The barracks and office environment need to be cleaned up. Is there a problem?" Yue Jianjun only looked at the brief and put down the dozen applications.
"Even if Division Commander wants to pack up, the amount is too much. Moreover …"
"Also what?"
The construction materials and small materials were not counted. Other than the 2.5 cubic meters of wires, there were dozens of 4-cubic meters of wires and 6-cubic meters of wires. Especially the network cables. They did not want the 100-megabyte ones, but the gigabit ones.
"Heh, quite extravagant. Did you ask them about the situation? "
"I did. Qu Sen said that the wires and network cables have to be buried in the wall. If we deal with it now, not only will we have to re-wire the air conditioners and servers in the future, but the old wires will also be wasted. "
"Well, that makes sense."
"…" The head of the construction department was speechless. He thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. In the long run, it is also necessary. The problem is that this is not a matter for the three families. The troops below are now preparing to renovate the barracks. If they follow suit, how much will it cost? "
"It has to be done no matter how much it costs. We are not here for a few days or a few months and then leave. The construction needs to be solid. In the long run, it will save money. "Yue Jianjun set the tone with one sentence.
This was the synthetic combat division, which had sufficient funds in all aspects. If it were other troops, even if they had the intention, they might not have the ability.
"There are also the office equipment that the drone brigade wants. There are three orders. There are 12 office computers. Four of them are marked with configuration requirements, saying that they are for programming and graphics.
There are also printers, fax machines, photocopiers, and a bunch of other things. The Quick Rebel Battalion and the Special Combat Battalion also want … "
Yue Jianjun did not wait for the Chief of Construction to finish complaining. He interrupted him: "Transfer the order for the office equipment to the logistics procurement department. Everything will be ready by today. Give them whatever they want. If they don't produce results, hmph ~ "
Yue Jianjun had been to the drone training team before. He knew that the drones they were using now were the broken ones left behind by the original garrison.
"Is there anything else?" Yue Jianjun asked when he saw that the person standing there with a bitter face still didn't want to leave.
"They also want to set up a multimedia room, saying that they want to teach the soldiers English and set up a computer training class. They want a hundred computers and a bunch of other equipment." The construction division chief was too tired to complain.
This matter was not under the management of the construction department, but the head of the procurement department had something to do and asked him to give a response when he came back.
"That's fine. Most soldiers can't be soldiers forever. It's good to learn more," Yue Jianjun said without thinking.
He took out the application and looked at it carefully: "There are too many. Give them 50 sets for the time being.
Tell them for me that I'm waiting to see the results of the teaching. If it's good, I'll approve 200 sets for them. I'll also commend them. "
"Yes!" The construction division chief looked at Yue Jianjun signing the application forms one by one and had nothing to say.
The matter of the English and computer training class was brought up by Qu Sen. It wasn't that he was so bored that he wanted to find work for his son, or that he wanted to show off.
It was mainly because Qu Sen could see that Yue Jianjun didn't want him to be idle. Every time he had nothing to do, he would definitely come up with something new to torment him.
This time, not only did he have class time in the student team, but he also had to give computer classes to the soldiers. Even if you want to drag me out, you have to think about whether I have the time or not!
Of course, Yue Jianjun didn't know Qu Sen's thoughts. When he saw the application form, he was quite happy. He thought to himself, This little brat finally has some initiative. He knows how to find work for himself.
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How fast were the soldiers' construction speed? The renovation of a four-story building only took three days.
Hundreds of people went in at once. Basically, they worked non-stop. The water, electricity, wood tiles, and oil were almost done at the same time.
Anyway, the camp was big enough. There was plenty of space to play around. Also, other than the aluminum alloy windows that were custom-made, they didn't need to ask for help at all.
The army was like this. Everyone came from all over the world before they joined the army. Their families had all kinds of jobs. Other than the jobs that were especially difficult, as long as there were one or two people who knew how to do it, they could quickly train a group of disciples.
The heavens also gave them face. Not only did it not rain for three days, but there was also a slight breeze. The paint and paint dried slowly. They took down a pile of old ceiling fans and fixed them with a simple wooden frame.
On the fifth day, the new dormitory was basically finished except for the smell of paint that was a little stronger.
The new beds were left outside to dry. They continued to make do with the old beds. The two hundred or so students could finally have a good night's sleep.
After checking the dormitory, Qu Sen, Gu Shan, Kou Hai, and Ma Dajun still couldn't rest.
Because the leaders of the military region would be coming the day after tomorrow, after dawn, the division's leaders had to come down in advance to check the progress of the various work preparations.
They worked until almost midnight. Qu Sen looked at the neatly arranged files and records in front of him. No matter how he looked at it, he felt a little awkward.
"Captain, is there any other problem?" Gu Shan rolled up her sleeves and asked with a tired face.
"It's too new. It's too neat." Qu Sen looked at a few classified file cabinets and smacked his lips.
When Gu Shan heard this, she couldn't help but feel angry. She also knew that the various records and records in front of her were too new. Things from a few months ago were basically no different from yesterday's.
But what could she do? Who asked the various records in the past to be too "casual"? When she was sorting out the old student records, she actually saw that there were circuit diagrams drawn on a few pages.
Looking at the other records, basically every book had a similar situation. Moreover, the circuit diagrams were drawn very accurately, but the content recorded in the books was a mess.
These things were all handled by Kou Hai. This kid had such a habit. His mind seemed to be thinking about something at all times. Once he had a new idea, he didn't care what was next to his hand and just grabbed it and started drawing.
Actually, this was still considered good. The content was a little messy, but at least Kou Hai's handwriting was still acceptable. It wasn't a problem to understand.
The military training syllabus and the ideological and political learning records were even worse. The whole thing looked like scribbles. Comrade Ma Dajun, the "author", saw that there were many things he couldn't recognize.
What could Gu Shan do in this situation? She could only organize and copy from the beginning.
Moreover, she was afraid that the leaders would see the problem, so she didn't dare to copy by herself. A few students with passable handwriting were called over from the student team, and they were divided into batches for two or three days. It took them a lot of effort to organize the things in front of them.
"Do it! Do it tonight! "Qu Sen said decisively.
So, in the middle of the night, the four officers of the drone teaching team began to frantically flip through the brand-new record books.
The important thing was that according to the time of the content recorded in each book, the number of flips had to be differentiated.
Then, they found a bottle of mosquito spray, poured the medicine inside, poured it into tap water, and began to spray it on it. When it was wet, they used a fan to blow it, and when it was dry, they sprayed it again.
After going back and forth until three o 'clock in the morning, they finally made the originally brand-new books have a stair-like "sense of age".
"This is much more pleasing to the eye." Qu Sen stood in his previous position and looked at the "brand-new" files and record books on several shelves. He finally nodded in satisfaction.
He looked at the time and said, "Wash up and go to bed. I can still rest for more than three hours."
After waking up, going out for exercise and eating breakfast, the leaders arrived.
After walking around, he was generally satisfied. However, after looking around twice, the head of the training department of the teacher teaching team could not help but ask, "Captain Qu, where is the training area for professional courses?"
"Training area? What do we need that for? "
Qu Sen was very clear about his position. Anyway, he was only here on secondment, and he would leave when the time came.
Therefore, he would be polite when he should be polite, and when there was no need to be polite, he would never treat a leader like an ancestor.
"If there is no training area, how can we standardize the training?" The head of the training department's eyes widened.
"A drone is not an armored vehicle, nor is it a car. It faces a three-dimensional environment when it works. " Qu Sen's voice was very loud as he pointed to the sky above his head. "When there are no obstacles in the flying airspace, it is the same whether we train in the field or not."
He then pointed to the mountains in the distance. "When there are obstacles, it is impossible to find two branches at the exact same angle.
Therefore, any type of training can only give the students inertia. When it comes to practical environments, when faced with complex geographical and airspace characteristics, this inertia has no positive meaning other than causing a flight accident. "
"According to what you said, the battlefield environment that infantrymen face is different. Does that mean that the infantry standard is meaningless? Armored vehicles go through mountains, across deserts, and the terrain is different. What is the point of doing simulation training? "The head of the training department retorted with one sentence.
"Infantry tactical training, no matter the environment, has rules to follow. The infantry standard is summed up from these rules.
It is the same for armored vehicles. No matter how the battlefield environment changes, the general topography and terrain characteristics can also be relatively restored through simulation.
Head, do you see those mountains? " After Qu Sen finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to an area in the distance next to the camp area, which included a large gentle slope and a few small hills.
"I see it. What do you say?" The head of the training department asked angrily.
"Draw out a training area and simulate the terrain characteristics of that mountainous area. It can be used for targeted individual training and armored vehicle training. Is there a problem?" Qu Sen asked.
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