Ming Chong's words are interesting: "What about higher-level ones?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's higher, don't think about it."

Ming Chong said: "Why?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Because it takes so much time to make some things. Even if you put all the books in front of you now, you will find the smartest person at this time and you will not be able to succeed in one or two years."

Ming Huyan's eyes were full of curiosity.

"But if there is, the speed will definitely be faster, right?"

Zhao Yuanle shrugged.

"I can only tell you the general direction and the specific details, but I don't know."

Ming Huyan suddenly curled up the corners of his lips and waved his hand.

Pause your red belly and then you will understand it.

He stepped forward again, holding a pen and paper in his hand, and a bunch of books...

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but reach out to cover his bag and glanced at a place where he could run away.

She felt a bad premonition in her heart and was ready to run away.

Ming Huyan saw Zhao Yuanle's intention, and laughed particularly uneasy, and a hint of flattery could be heard in his voice: "Don't be nervous, come on, write a few directions."

Zhao Yuanle: "...You are not afraid that I will remember it wrong."

Ming Chong said: "Wrong things will be discovered during the actual research process, and there will be no effort during this period.

But if it is right, the manpower and material resources saved are not a little bit."

Zhao Yuanle: “…Can I say no?”

Ming Feng smiled without saying anything.

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Under the bright light, he was guarding outside with a red belly. Ming Huyan sat in front of the table, rolling up his sleeves to copy. Zhao Yuanle sat next to him, flipping through various hand-bound books.

There are many questions about the knowledge that someone needs.

Zhao Yuanle looked at it one by one, and when he met someone he knew, he dictated it. Ming Huyan took the paper and pen and wrote it aside.

After reading all the questions, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but complain: "Why are they either explosives or guns? How can I know these? Even if I know, it's limited."

Ming Chong's voice was calm while copying: "You can just say as much as you know."

Zhao Yuanle: "I have already said everything I know."

Ming Chongyan looked at the only two pages and changed another book to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle read this book and it was actually related to chemical engineering.

She closed the book directly.

"Sorry, I don't understand chemical engineering even more."

She now even forgets the periodic table of elements.

Ming Chong said: "You can choose a book that you know more."

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

"I advise you to give up your mind. What I learned is basic and more in-depth stuff. I bought it and I had to learn it. Then I died and then came here."

Ming Huyan pondered for a moment and sighed.

"Is that true..."

Zhao Yuanle had no choice but to say: "I thought you had never asked me for anything, but you thought of this."

Ming Huyan chuckled.

"I believed you were not lying before, but I was not sure if it was true, because some people would say something that they thought was true but was actually illusory."

He paused and said, "I saw that you were very good at speaking and really knew how to speak kindly, so today I took this opportunity to ask."

Zhao Yuanle shrugged.

"I disappointed you, but I do..."

Halfway through this, Zhao Yuanle's mind flashed.

Ming Chongyan raised his eyes and slowly looked at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle's originally helpless face also slowly showed a smile.

"I seem to remember something."

Interest in Ming Huiyan's eyes: "Hmm?"

Zhao Yuanle stretched out his hand, and Ming Huyan handed her the pen, but she shook her head: "Give me a pencil."

Ming Huyan sharpened a pencil in two strokes and handed it to her.

Zhao Yuanle took a pencil brush to paint, and he was also thinking about it: "You are so tidying your pencil."

Ming Huyan paused, and his smiley eyes stagnated for a moment.

Zhao Yuanle buried his head in painting.

Ming Chongyan sat aside and watched quietly, watching the thing gradually emerging from Zhao Yuanle's writing...he couldn't tell what it was.

After the drawing was finished, Zhao Yuanle placed the paper in front of Ming Chengyan.

Ming Chongyan hesitated: "This..."

Is this a match box?

Zhao Yuanle began to introduce it.

"My painter is not very good. You can make do with it. This thing is called a tank."

Ming Chong said: "Are tanks? tanks... used specifically to conquer strongholds and bunkers?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "So smart, I can say that.

Look, here are wheels, and there is a layer of tracks on it. The whole box is a low center of gravity, enter from above.

However, the entrance and the whole are made of special steel, so you are not afraid of bombs or machine guns.

Here is the cannon barrel, which adds shells from it, and hits wherever it is.

Oh, don't worry about this vision being bad, because you can get a 360-degree-turning telescope from above."

Listening to Zhao Yuanle's description, Ming Huyan's eyes gradually changed. After she finished speaking, he was looking at the thing drawn and immediately understood the meaning of this thing.

Seeing that Ming Chongyan was very interested, Zhao Yuanle hurriedly said, "But this also has many shortcomings. It is inconvenient to move, afraid of things like trenches, and also afraid of mobilization bottles... Well, mobilization bottles are things with flammable materials. As long as you stand on a tank, the tank will easily be burned.

In fact, you can find a way to restrain this, but it should be difficult and the cost will be much higher.

So, tanks are only useful when they first come out, and they are very useful in fighting ordinary soldiers in plains.

But if there are too many people coming out, the opponent will definitely know how to be prepared, and the effect will not be so great."

Ming Huyan nodded.

This is easy to think of.

Zhao Yuanle: "The tank's tracks and marching structure are very good, it's easy to figure out. At worst, Wu Lin can make a model, and he is very good at doing these things.

I remember you seem to have some special iron?

If those things come to the surface, they should avoid the danger of being burned."

Ming Huyan nodded with a burning look: "So, what does a machine gun look like?

Is it heavy or light?”

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes..."

So, after trying hard to recall for a while, she reluctantly answered some questions according to Ming Xuyan's question.

Ming Chong said: "How to make it appropriate in terms of range and portability?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It is installed on a bipod to exchange bullets one by one, and it is installed on a tripod with a chain belt."

Ming Chong said: "If the gun barrel is hot..."

Zhao Yuanle: "Some are water-cooled, some are air-cooled, and some are directly replaced with a gun barrel."

Ming Huiyan nodded after thinking: "The latter is more suitable."

Then, Zhao Yuanle talked about the concepts of submarine torpedoes and other things, and retelled the general appearance based on what he knew.

Ming Xuanyan has a very good imagination. According to her description, she actually painted it almost exactly the same.

Until the end, Zhao Yuanle talked about famous things during World War II.

"We need to do this thing, especially fighter jets.

Then the plane is so powerful that you can't even hit it, so they will fly over and hit you, and fly back, and you can't do anything to them."
To be continued...