Chapter 0007: Tank Scrapyard

Zhang Xiangqian's footsteps came to a halt, yet he did not turn back; he merely said softly: "At the tank scrap yard"

The turret has already separated from the chassis; although it is still attached, it is evident that the seat ring has been deformed. The tank as a whole has not yet rusted, indicating that the accident occurred recently. In this tank, my own father has already turned to dust.

The security department of the factory is also responsible for organizing the morning exercises every day. Most of the management in the machinery factory is derived from a militarized structure, and the morning running exercises are conducted with strict requirements.

"What about the tank?" Qin Zhenhua caught up from behind.

In fact, most of the work in the factory involves physical labor, so this running exercise is not primarily for physical training; rather, it is aimed at cultivating the discipline of the workers. The military training conducted at the beginning of middle school and university serves the same purpose

Scrapyard? No wonder I couldn't find it again today! It turns out it was at the scrapyard! Qin Zhenhua stopped in his tracks; tonight is not going to work, but tomorrow morning, I will go check the scrapyard!

"Convenient," Qin Zhenhua replied succinctly. Ahead were the inspection personnel from the security department. Every time they ran drills, they had to count the number of participants. Now, they had finally caught up.

Only during off-duty hours, when the place is bustling with people, does Qin Zhenhua have the opportunity. Just yesterday, he took advantage of this chance to search everywhere, but ended up going in the wrong direction. It was not until Zhang Xiangqian mentioned the tank scrap yard that Qin Zhenhua finally had a target. He could no longer wait for the end of the workday in the afternoon. While jogging in the morning, he circled around the factory and found an opportunity to take a shortcut that conveniently passed through the scrap yard. There, he personally witnessed the tank that had been destroyed in a detonation. He could no longer wait for the end of the workday in the afternoon. While jogging in the morning, he circled around the factory and found an opportunity to take a shortcut that conveniently passed through the scrap yard. There, he personally witnessed the tank that had been destroyed in a detonation

Qin Zhenhua continued to run forward, breathing in the fresh air deeply, while also unable to suppress his emotions. Against the wind, tears flowed uncontrollably down his face

No, I want to know

The night gradually darkened, and upon returning to the dormitory, my roommate Wang Erzhu had already fallen asleep. The labor intensity at the factory has been quite high these past few days, and he is indeed very tired.

"Uncle Zhang, how exactly did my father get into the accident?" Qin Zhenhua asked Zhang, as this was what Qin Zhenhua most wanted to understand.

My own father sacrificed his life for the purpose of testing tank cannons, yet to this day, the factory has not provided any explanation regarding his death. It is merely stated that he died in the line of duty. My father should rightfully be recognized as a martyr!

Now, comparing with my father's notebook, indeed, the contents are exactly the same

Just now, he did not go to relieve himself, but rather ran to the site of the scrapped tanks at the tank factory

Opening the front page, there are several bold and vigorous characters: Tank, King of Land Warfare, First in Firepower

He turned to the section on Tank 69 and looked intently; the records contained the essence, information that was not included in the production materials and instructional texts for Tank 69

Zhang Xiangqian looked at Qin Zhenhua, his eyes filled with kindness. He and Qin Zhenhua's father were old friends. In the past, they had even gone to a certain island in the north together to tow back that T62 tank. Later, Qin Zhenhua acquired this new name. Seeing him reminded one of his father

On the second day, as dawn broke, the factory was filled with the sound of slogans being chanted.

Qin Zhenhua, not knowing where he had gone, did not find him. He returned to the cafeteria and waited for a while before finally seeing him.

"Your father had an accident while testing the cannon," Zhang Xiangqian said, already picking up his lunchbox and walking out. He did not want to say too much to Qin Zhenhua; after all, it was all in the past.

"Zhenhua, let's talk about these matters later. In the future, if you encounter any difficulties, just come to me." Zhang Xiangqian stood up; he was merely getting his meal in the cafeteria, having prepared the food to take home. Yet now, it seemed he was also avoiding something.

At this thought, Qin Zhenhua felt tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. At that moment, he even wanted to jump in and see what it was like inside, but he held back. If he didn't leave soon, he would miss the time. He made a great determination at that moment, took one last look at the tank, and then ran back along the shortcut.

Sitting on his own bed, Qin Zhenhua took out the red-covered diary from his pocket. This diary was quite old, and due to an accidental knock against the water heater, many parts of it had become mottled. However, the entries meticulously recorded within were regarded by Qin Zhenhua as his most treasured possession

The management of the tank factory is very strict, with those wearing red armbands constantly supervising. They can clearly see where each person is in the workshop, and they have sharp eyes that do not miss a thing, so one cannot wander around carelessly

Qin Zhenhua lay on the bed, holding his diary, and gradually fell asleep

Zhang Xiangqian, a test driver, just met Qin Zhenhua today. It seems that this person is a good friend of his father. His father is often not at home, so Qin Zhenhua has never heard his father mention anything about him.

In the engine workshop, the steps are somewhat chaotic. The short figure in front lifts his leg and says, "Run faster! It's very chaotic behind!"

Qin Zhenhua strives to free himself from memories; he gave up the college entrance examination and entered the factory, not only to shoulder the heavy burdens of his family but also for the sake of his father

It is currently summer, which is relatively comfortable. When winter arrives, the weather becomes extremely cold, and during that time, running exercises will be a test of both willpower and physical endurance.

You are Old Qin's son, I am quite familiar with your father. I didn't expect you to have grown up so much. Now that you are in the factory, just work hard.

Casting workshop, what is going on with you? Do you need to be sent for military training?

Father has always been diligent in the factory, working from dawn till dusk, rarely returning home. However, Qin Zhenhua does not blame his father for this, nor does he feel that he lacks paternal love. He is proud of his father. Now, he is even more determined to investigate the truth behind his father's accident and to clear his father's name

Transmission system, helical gears, items that must be noted during assembly, this was recorded during the production technology training for the 69 tank, at that time, my father was one of the important factory representatives.

Qin Zhenhua took out another book. After he rode his bicycle out of the maintenance workshop, he happened to wander to the information room and borrowed a book.

Since the incident involving his father, there has been a veil of secrecy in the factory, merely stating that he died in the line of duty. However, in recent days, Qin Zhenhua has noticed that many people in the factory seem to harbor deep animosity towards his father. What could be the reason for this?

The ones running at the back of the line are the apprentices. Compared to the regular workers, the apprentices are quite young, full of vigor and vitality. However, their formation is not very orderly, especially the last few newcomers, who always seem to lag behind when running

What is the matter with Liu JianzhI, who is always dissatisfied with himself

One two one, one two one

"Hey, Zhenhua, where have you been?" As the team turned a corner on an internal road of the factory, Qin Zhenhua suddenly sprang out and joined the group. Wang Erzhu looked at him and, while running, quietly asked.