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The Ministry of Telecommunications, which had won a bid at a technology industry seminar, finally came up with their first "product" on the last day of July.

The Ministry of Telecommunications has achieved fruitful results in a wide range of acquisitions, as well as the removal of bulk cargo from scrapped ships to preserve the confidential warehouse of the Zài community.

Most of the electronic appliances brought to the 17th century after the catastrophe were in a state of damage, especially the old and new radio stations on several scrapped ships, but the Ministry of Telecommunications was still digging up the usable parts as much as possible.

After more than a month of screening, screening, maintenance and transformation, the first set of single-sideband shortwave radio stations was grandly released. In the eyes of professionals, it seems that this ugly thing in front of them is completely far from the imaginary shortwave radio station, and the electricity used is also a wardrobe-sized real Yàn-grade lead-acid battery pack. But when a clear radio voice signal came from the only patrol ship No. 516 that did not damage the radio equipment during the catastrophe, onlookers of all ages cheered.

Theoretically, in the pure electromagnetic environment of the 17th century, single-sideband shortwave stations could be used to transmit and receive signals of hundreds or even tens of thousands of kilometers, but with the current state of equipment, it will take a lot of time to achieve this theoretical value.

This is different from the communal plaza's radiograph, which was converted from marine broadcasting equipment, and will be the first time that information can be communicated over long distances outside of the Manhattan community. Although radio equipment such as the director cannot be mass-produced due to many problems such as power and limited parts, at least the three places of Brooklyn Industrial Area and West Point Town can finally realize non-human information transmission.

As for the use of telephones and coils on scrapped seagoing vessels to build a wired telephone network within the community, it has been temporarily shelved due to technical details and engineering quantity issues.

He Yu, who had always been worried about the daily defense of West Point Town, immediately rushed to deliver a complete set of radio equipment to West Point Town, accompanied by several technicians from the Ministry of Telecommunications.

Today, in the small square of West Point, a long wooden frame is erected, and on the wooden frame hangs a loudspeaker from a wrecked ship.

In the radio station built on the top of the military watchtower, several technicians were busy with several debugging sessions, and finally got the correct channel. Under the curious gaze of dozens of onlookers from West Point, a soft music sounded from the loudspeakers, which was a dance song played on the community radio station.

The Europeans turned from curiosity to shock, and even a few pious women drew crosses on their chests. Priest Brest opened his mouth slightly, clutching the woodcut cross on his chest and muttering to himself.

"This is the first trial broadcast ...... of a community radio station"

Far away in a building in the Manhattan community, in the broadcast studio of the newly established Manhattan Community Radio Station, the 35-year-old female announcer's unique steady and feminine voice began to flow to the Brooklyn Industrial Area and West Point.

Countless mechanics and residents in both places held their heads high and listened to the loudspeakers about teaching everyone about summer lightning protection measures, and they were all full of excitement.

"Dad, where did that sound come from?!"

The Dutch admiral in the future history, 14-year-old Ruytel, now dressed in a sailor uniform, asked tightly by tugging on the corner of his father's Monty's clothes.

"I ...... I don't know, maybe it'...... God's voice, right? ”

Monty, who had received his green card and had been promoted to Sergeant Major, stood on the deck of the Enterprise, staring blankly at the horn hanging high on the wooden shelf near the docks, repeating the jumbled prayers in his mouth.

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Not long after the morning broadcast of the rousing broadcast, Scott, a land guard sergeant on leave at West Point, ran to the town store, pulled out his salary that had just been paid this month, along with his previous savings, and unexpectedly began a big purchase.

"Oh, Scott, did you just kill a Mohok nobleman? These things aren't cheap, are you in love with a girl? ”

The owner of the shop, Robert, a Scottish man in his 50s, held a cigarette and looked kindly at the sturdy young man in front of him.

I bought a few bottles of blueberry wine in porcelain bottles, a small bottle of perfume, a small mirror, a few large sausages, a roll of beautiful European woollen wool, a pound of refined snow-white rock sugar, and a few bottles of canned glass wild cherries that were said to last months—usually rationed for the Navy, but as production ramped up, even West Point began to stock in small quantities. Sergeant Scott spent a full 15 Spanish silver dollars, which was equivalent to half a sergeant's salary.

"Hehe, it's for Jenny, bless me, Mr. Robert!" Scott happily stuffed a large pile of things into his military backpack in turn, and then strained it on his shoulder, his face flushed.

If these goods are placed in Europe, they can almost only be enjoyed by dignitaries, although they are still expensive commodities in West Point, but for Scott's current income situation of one person to feed the whole family without hunger, it is also a luxury to save zài, not to mention that the free food in the barracks is simply unimaginable and rich for ordinary European civilian families.

Seventeen-year-old Jenny was one of the English refugees rescued from the sea by the whaling ship Mermaid a few months ago, and thanks to the Hound's bad luck that led to the death of all her parents, she is now able to continue to live a peaceful life, helping to clean the kitchen in the town's only tavern.

However, she has an autistic personality and is not willing to take the initiative to communicate with others at all, and she is one of the few immigrants who have been in West Point for more than two months and do not speak Chinese. According to the U.S. sheriff, she is still only a temporary resident, and it is still a long way to go before she can get full residency, permanent residency, and finally a citizen of the country.

The Mohok War, which took place at the beginning of last month, seemed to make the lonely girl desperate again, and she almost huddled alone in the chapel and prayed, until the next day, when a large group of majestic American GIs marched into West Point with triumphant cheers, and then cautiously walked out of the church to join the cheering crowd.

Later, she met the sergeant who was said to be the bravest of the American ** team, the young man who was said to have fought with the local natives for several days and nights at the beginning of the establishment of West Point, and the soldier who was surrounded by his subordinates and asked for a drink seemed to be very loved.

In a month, Scott, who was stationed at the north-west military fort with his platoon, had only two contacts with this shy English country girl. On today's vacation, Scott decided to confess no matter what, or he didn't know how much time he would have to return to West Point with next week's change of guard.

The small bar was almost full, and several GIs, who were also on leave, whistled when they saw Scott come in with a large bag of goods. The other drinkers deliberately shouted his name in a fuss, as if to help him deliver the news.

Jenny walked out of the small door on the side of the bar with a red face, and with the encouragement of the bar owner, she seemed reluctant to walk over to Scott with a plate, and put down the cloth and knife and fork.

......The sergeant who dared to shoot calmly at the Mohoks a few paces away on the battlefield was also red like a monkey's ass, and he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Scott, are you also on vacation today? What do you want......" Jenny lowered her head, her voice was extremely good, and the noise around her was louder. The girl was in embarrassment and didn't know whether to continue standing or slip away.

"All right, you filthy flies! I don't want to see you again! Seeing that two soldiers from his own platoon were also among them, Scott couldn't help but curse, and the people who were making a coax immediately dispersed.

"I'm sorry, just have a corn bar and a grilled fish." After Scott blew the light bulb away, he quickly replied with a serious expression.

With just a nod, the girl hurried away from Scott, leaving the sergeant, who was about to say another word, feeling disappointed.

"Hey, who's Jenny here?"

Suddenly, a young Chinese man walked in outside the bar, looking a little arrogant.

"Oh, sir, it's her, may I ask ......" The barkeeper hurriedly greeted him, smiling all over his face, but his eyes seemed a little flustered.

"Hehe, don't be nervous. I was from a community radio station and was now planning to train radio operators and announcers, and Jenny's immigration profile was selected to see if she would like to go. Seeing that the Europeans in a bar were staring at him, the young man quickly changed his tone, and handed the letterhead in his hand to the girl.

"I can't read......" The girl looked at the letter in her hand with a little trepidation, and lowered her head again.

"I'll help you."

Sergeant Scott hurriedly walked over, opened the letterhead, and after reading two lines, he asked the strange Chinese youth a little unnaturally, "Sir, is it true that Jenny will not live in West Point in the future?" ”

"Who said that? After she completed her training, she worked at the West Point radio station. The Chinese young man looked at the foreign soldiers of the land garrison in front of him in confusion, looked at it for a while, and finally showed a smile of understanding, and then lowered his voice, "What, your girlfriend?" Yes, you can hear her every day from now on. ”

Scott grinned sheepishly, then slipped the letter back into Jenny's hand and replaced it with English: "It's not a bad thing, you can have a good income!" But you may have to study for months, congratulations, Jenny! ”

Looking around at the young and old in confusion, Jenny could only nod slightly.

"Sergeant Scott! Return to the fortress now, there is a wolf smoke alarm! ”

Suddenly, another soldier on leave rushed through the door, and he was already fully dressed.

"Jenny! I'll see you next time! ”

The sergeant almost ran and shouted after his colleagues out of the bar, causing a room full of West Point people to laugh.

"Oops! Mr. Scott, you've forgotten your bag! ”

The people in the bar dispersed, and a bulging military rucksack was still leaning lonely in a chair at an empty table.

Holding a letter that would change her destiny from now on, the English girl couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

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