77: Army: Why am I not getting any of the good things? Texas

Chapter 77: Army: Why Do I Miss Out on All the Good Things? The 'Awakening Path' of a Texas Tough Guy!

Eagleland.

In Livermore Town, at the fountain square in the city center.

The two black and white demons were still like 'statues' reading books here. The pigeons on either side, seeing they couldn't get any food, directly dropped a pile of droppings from the sky at their feet.

"Buller, when do you think we'll finish reading these books?"

Parker wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It took us days to read two books that were completely unreadable."

Compared to the previous few books, this time the difficulty was clearly higher. Not only was the content of the books hard to understand, but the various phenomena they described also forced one to pause and ponder the question of 'why is it like this?'.

Not only were the questions in the book thought-provoking, but as June approached, the weather in California also became increasingly unbearable.

The temperature wasn't hot, but the glaring sun high in the sky made it impossible to keep one's eyes open, completely preventing him from settling down to read.

"This two thousand usd reward is really hard to earn..." Parker, the chubby guy, took a sip of his soda and patted his belly.

However, Buller next to him seemed not to have heard his question at all, his gaze still fixed on the distance, deep in thought.

"What's wrong with you?"

Parker suddenly thought of something: "You're not still thinking about that, are you? Let's just forget about it!"

Recently, people had been inexplicably bothering them, and they couldn't even get regular jobs like helping people find things or move. It was clear that those people were the real 'gangsters'.

After all, although Livermore is just a Small Town, it is very close to the Bay Area, the economic lifeline of Eagleland, and the lower strata are still a mixed bag of good and bad.

"Didn't the book say? Patience brings peace." Parker began to persuade him.

They had encountered such things before; they just needed to endure for a month or two. However, during this time, they would lose their source of income.

That's why he was reading here under the scorching sun; the two thousand usd reward could truly be life-saving now.

"No, Parker, you misunderstood." Buller emerged from his thoughts: "I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking, why is all this happening?"

"What are you talking about?" Parker was puzzled.

"'Why do 'we' always have to live at the bottom? As descendants of gangsters, we are gangsters; as descendants of drug dealers, we are still drug dealers,'" Buller murmured. "'It shouldn't be like this.'"

He himself had been living at the bottom since childhood. Were they born willing to be there? Who doesn't want to climb higher?

But it was clear that in Eagleland, there was very little possibility of that.

People at the bottom only attended community elementary schools, community high schools, and community colleges, and almost all of them implemented the worst educational resources, euphemistically called 'happy education.' What you learned was completely different from aristocratic education.

Even if you studied hard and had excellent talent, you would eventually find that all the prestigious schools in Eagleland practiced the 'recommendation system' used by feudal dynasties. What if your grades were better? If someone else's parents graduated from Harvard, they would get priority admission.

And the vast majority of other spots could be filled through sponsorship fees, special talents, and other means, leaving only a tiny fraction of spots for ordinary people, which then had to be divided into designated quotas based on ethnicity and so on.

Even if you reached this point, you would still feel despair because of the tuition fees that often amounted to tens of thousands of usd per year. Ordinary people could only muddle through their lives.

"Capitalism has always been a privilege enjoyed by a minority." Buller muttered this sentence, finally understanding.

Even education is unequal, let alone other aspects?

"You're thinking too far ahead, aren't you?" Parker shook his head helplessly: "Let's finish these books first and get those two thousand usd."

When even basic needs aren't met, why think about this?

Buller didn't refute: "You're right, we need to arm ourselves well. Knowledge is our only 'weapon.'"

He remembered a famous saying: Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. You have to hit the enemy hard for them to know fear.

Buller felt that what he needed to understand was still too superficial, and it was far from enough now.

This time, he wasn't just trying to earn those two thousand usd; Buller wanted to find an answer, a solution.

While a pair of 'sleeping dragons and young phoenixes' were diligently studying their books.

Da Xia.

In the General Equipment Department's main office building in Yanjing, the department responsible for the research, development, and production processes of all weapon equipment in the country.

"Kong, you must give us an explanation."

A majestic middle-aged man with two golden flowers on his shoulder said with a face full of anger: "Why do all the good things go to the Air Force and the Navy?"

He heard news from the Navy side early in the morning that they were going to start the research and development of a brand new generation of carrier-based aircraft.

Now, the aircraft carrier hasn't even been officially developed and refitted, and the Navy already looks down on the J-15, a fourth-generation aircraft, saying they want to directly build the fifth-generation carrier-based aircraft, the J-35!

"Are we, the Army, like stepchildren?" He widened his eyes, like an enraged Vajra: "They're getting new equipment one after another, and they're not leaving anything for us, the Army?"

Needless to say, the Air Force's projects, such as the J-20 heavy air superiority fighter and strategic transport aircraft, were all progressing in an orderly manner. There were even rumors that a new strategic bomber was about to be launched.

And the Navy was even more outrageous: the varyag aircraft carrier, new destroyer projects, and so on, were all under development. Now, even their carrier-based aircraft were going to be replaced with fifth-generation aircraft.

And their Army still had nothing? All the good things went to the Air Force and Navy, right?

"Lao Zhou, what you're saying isn't right."

The person named 'Kong' put down his pen and said with a serious expression: "Haven't the Type 08 armored vehicles been equipped for you? And the Type 08 rocket launchers and QBZ-03 automatic rifles have already been equipped."

Kong said this with confidence; the Army also had a lot of new equipment in the past two years, and even their uniforms had been replaced with a new set.

Zhou Haowu got angry when he heard this: "We in the Army also have aviation. The Wuzhi-10 doesn't even know when it will be in service, and the Zhi-9 has been used for almost twenty years; it's time for an update, isn't it?"

"Besides, who said our Army doesn't need transport aircraft?"

These things haven't been updated for how many years? Their Army also urgently needed an aircraft with a larger carrying capacity, instead of relying solely on the pitiful carrying capacity of the Zhi-9, which isn't even enough to transport a squad each time.

Although many Mi-17 helicopters were introduced, those things weren't much better.

"If it really doesn't work, you can let our Army aviation fly fighter jets too." Zhou Haowu pouted: "The Navy has bombers and fighter jets, why can't our Army?"

Just updating some rifles and sniper rifles for their Army, what good would that do?

Could this thing be as useful as a fifth-generation aircraft?

"The third-generation main battle tank, the 99A, is also almost finished with its development. Is this thing not good enough?"

Kong Jianmin continued grumpily: "And do you think our General Equipment Department has struck it rich? Where would we get so much money to build transport aircraft or bombers for your Army?"

"How come their Navy and Air Force have money?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Anyway, the funding and jurisdiction for these projects are directly allocated by the highest level."

Hearing this, Zhou Haowu cursed under his breath: "Then aren't we, the Army, still stepchildren?"

Even all the projects are managed uniformly by the highest level, and his Army is still here, struggling to wait for the slow development process. Even when the 99A can be equipped is an unknown.

Just then.

Because the office door was not closed, Li Yunshan, Factory Director, standing outside, naturally heard this conversation.

He couldn't help but ask: "Lao Zhou, your Army lacks new equipment? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What's the point of telling you earlier? Should I ask you to build more self-propelled artillery for me?" Zhou Haowu frowned: "What's the use of that?"

The 732 Military Factory previously mostly built various artillery and heavy artillery, which is completely not lacking for the current Army.

Sir, the era of airplanes and heavy artillery charging forward has long passed.

"Who said artillery? We've recently developed some even more powerful weapon equipment." Li Yunshan, Factory Director's lips curved up.

This was also his main purpose for coming to the General Equipment Department this time: a brand new weapon equipment improved from the Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicle by the 732 Military Factory.

Coincidentally, he thought this weapon was particularly suitable for the Army's use.

Elbow, come with me, I'll show you something good.

(Second update, the computer is broken, I typed this chapter on my phone. If there are any typos, please let me know.)

(It's a new month in a couple of days. If you still have monthly passes, remember to cast them all, or they'll be wasted.)