AWB Chapter 42 Individual Soldier Equipment Plan
Chapter 42 Individual Soldier Equipment Plan
When Lin Zhe returned to the "Hidden Dragon" base, it was already 11 p.m. The main training ground on the third basement level was still brightly lit, and several team members were conducting night shooting training—wearing completely black goggles, locating targets by feeling and sound in a completely dark environment.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The bullet accurately hit the metal target 100 meters away, and with the help of the silencer, it only made a dull sound.
Seeing Lin Zhe emerge from the elevator, Longya put down his modified pistol, removed his goggles, and walked over: "Finished writing the mission report?"
"It's finished, and I've submitted it to the system." Lin Zhe took off his jacket, revealing his combat uniform soaked with sweat. "Have the surveillance footage from the Blue Ocean Building been processed?"
"The intelligence team has taken over, and all the footage of you has been digitally altered." Longya tossed Lin Zhe a bottle of energy drink from the nearby freezer. "But you made quite a stir today. I heard someone at a coffee shop filmed you changing gear?"
Lin Zhe unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp, then said with a wry smile, "The situation was urgent at the time; I couldn't think about anything else. What did the police say?"
"Deputy Director Liu Zhigang handled it personally; all the witnesses were invited for 'tea' (a euphemism for questioning)." Longya grinned. "He's quite shrewd; he knows what to ask and what not to ask. But Longyuan, while this operation was brilliant, it also exposed a problem—your public appearances in Beijing are too frequent."
Lin Zhe nodded silently. Indeed, during this vacation, he had accompanied Xueying shopping and dining, and then happened to encounter an urgent mission where he had to change clothes in public, which had compromised his ability to conceal his identity.
Longya noticed his concerns and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't overthink it. This is a problem every 'Hidden Dragon' member has to face. We're not shadows; we'll have our time to show ourselves. The key is to minimize the impact."
As the two were talking, Dragon Claw's voice came from the other end of the training field: "Dragon Fang! Don't slack off! You still have three sets of weighted squats to do tonight!"
Longya's face fell: "Coming, coming!" He turned to Lin Zhe and said, "You go and rest first. There will be a debriefing meeting in the operations room at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Lin Zhe returned to his dormitory at the base—a 12-square-meter single room, simply furnished but fully functional. He took a cold shower, dried his hair, sat down at his desk, and opened his encrypted laptop.
A system notification popped up on the screen: "Your submitted technical information has passed the chief review and has been forwarded to the General Armament Department's top-secret channel."
Lin Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. In the past few months, in addition to carrying out missions with "Hidden Dragon," he had been organizing the equipment knowledge in his mind. Now that he was proficient in operating various vehicles, and the purpose of his previous "camouflage research" had been achieved, it was time to show some real skills.
He opened a folder named "Qianlong Exclusive Equipment Optimization Plan," which contained dozens of design drawings and technical documents categorized into different sections.
These are not mere figments of imagination. Lin Zhe combined his actual combat experience in "Hidden Dragon" in this life and "downgraded" those advanced technologies from his previous life—while ensuring technological leadership, he made use of materials and processes achievable in this era as much as possible.
For example, in his paper "Miniature Individual Soldier Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Swarm Combat System," he simplified the "swarm" concept from his previous life, which required nanomaterials and artificial intelligence, into a single system consisting of twelve palm-sized reconnaissance and attack drones controlled by tactical wristwatches. Although the endurance and functionality were compromised, it was enough to revolutionize the rules of the battlefield in this era.
"Knock knock knock".
There was a knock on the door. Lin Zhe glanced at the time: 12:20 AM.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and Long Shou stood in the doorway, holding a tablet computer. The forty-year-old major general wore a complex expression: "Still not asleep?"
"Let's tidy up some things." Lin Zhe stood up.
Long Shou walked in, placed the tablet on the table, and displayed the technical documents that Lin Zhe had just submitted.
"Did you do all of this by yourself?" The dragon head stared at Lin Zhe, his eyes sharp.
"Mostly yes, and I've discussed some ideas with my teammates," Lin Zhe answered truthfully. Indeed, when designing equipment suitable for "Hidden Dragon" to use overseas, he consulted Dragon Claw's infiltration experience, Dragon Fang's melee preferences, and Dragon Eye's intelligence needs.
Long Shou flipped through the documents, his finger lingering for a long time on the page titled "Adaptive Optical Camouflage Combat Uniform." This document contained not only design drawings but also detailed materials science parameters, optical principle analysis, and even a list of three domestic military enterprises capable of producing key materials.
"Do you know what this means?" The dragon head raised its head. "If this thing can really be made, our team's success rate in nighttime infiltration will increase by seventy percent."
"Theoretically, it's possible," Lin Zhe said cautiously, "but it requires the cooperation of a materials laboratory, and it will take at least six months to produce a prototype."
Long Shou gave Lin Zhe a deep look, then suddenly laughed: "You're a real freak. You're top-notch in hand-to-hand combat, shooting, and tactics, you speak eight languages, and now you're even good at equipment design." He shook his head, "The General Armaments Department is probably going crazy again."
Lin Zhe asked curiously, "How so?"
"The single-soldier exoskeleton design you submitted last time, Director Li organized six research institutes to work on it, and they've only just produced the first-generation prototype," Long Shou said with a wry smile. "And now you've thrown over a dozen new designs at me. I can already picture Director Li's bitter face when I forward them."
Lin Zhe also smiled. He could understand the pressure on the General Armaments Department—any new equipment, from blueprints to deployment, had to go through a long process of design, verification, testing, modification, and retesting. His "gift from heaven" style technology provision would indeed excite the research department at the same time.
What's exciting is that we've avoided decades of detours, but what's troubling is that superiors will definitely be pushing for results.
"Oh, right." The Dragon Head remembered something and said seriously, "Among your equipment proposals, there are a few that are particularly suitable for our 'Hidden Dragon' to use overseas. The Dragon King took them very seriously after reviewing them and requested that one or two be selected as priority for development as soon as possible."
He opened a file on the tablet: "For example, this 'Neural Interface Tactical Visor,' although you say it's still just a 'concept design,' the Dragon King said that even if we only achieve one-tenth of its functionality, it would be a revolutionary improvement for us in carrying out high-risk missions."
Lin Zhe's eyepiece was inspired by the augmented reality system used by special forces in his previous life. Using miniature cameras and sensors, it can display environmental data, target information, teammate locations, and even perform basic lip-reading and threat assessment in real time. Of course, limited by the chip and battery technology of this era, he made numerous simplifications.
"This requires collaboration between the Institute of Microelectronics and the Bioengineering Laboratory," Lin Zhe said. "It will take at least a year."
"One year is fine." The dragon head put away the tablet. "It's better than figuring it out from scratch."
The two chatted for a few more minutes, and before leaving, Long Shou instructed, "Remember to hold the debriefing meeting tomorrow."
"Yes."
After the door closed, Lin Zhe sat back down at his computer. He didn't continue reading the technical documents, but instead opened a new folder titled "Asymmetric Warfare and Special Operations Raids - The 'Hidden Dragon' Tactical System in the Modern Battlefield".
This is not equipment design, but a tactical teaching material he tailored for "Hidden Dragon" by combining military theory from his previous life with his practical experience in this life.
It details how to execute strategic-level sabotage missions using individual soldiers or small teams under informationized conditions:
How to paralyze a city's transportation system using a military-grade laptop;
How to use modified civilian equipment to eavesdrop on military communications;
How to establish covert communication nodes behind enemy lines;
There are even methods for using public opinion and psychological warfare to dismantle enemy organizations from within...
If this information were to leak out, the security agencies of any country would be on edge. But Lin Zhe wrote it quite frankly—this was a capability that "Hidden Dragon" was supposed to possess.
When he wrote a case study, his fingers paused for a moment on the keyboard.
In a famous military operation in my past life, a special forces soldier single-handedly infiltrated the enemy command center, implanted a virus that paralyzed the entire air defense system, and opened the way for subsequent air strikes. That special forces soldier was later awarded the highest honor, but was killed in retaliation before the awarding ceremony when his identity was exposed.
Lin Zhe removed the specific details of this case and replaced it with a fictional battle, but retained the core tactical ideas.
By the time he finished writing the last chapter, the sky outside the window was already beginning to lighten. Lin Zhe stretched his stiff neck, encrypted the document, saved it, uploaded it to the "Hidden Dragon" internal learning system, and set viewing permissions for the Dragon Head and Dragon King.
After finishing all this, he finally lay down on the bed. There were still three hours until the debriefing meeting at eight o'clock in the morning, so he could sleep for a while.
But when I close my eyes, the images from yesterday at the Blue Ocean Building involuntarily surface in my mind—the desperate eyes of the terrorists, the terrified expressions of the hostages, and Xueying's choked voice on the phone…
Lin Zhe took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
In this life, he has people to protect, comrades to fight alongside, and a more powerful platform.
Therefore, he must do his best.