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Cui Tiejun

^{In this Chinese name, the family name is Cui.}
Cui Tiejun (Chinese: 崔铁军; born September 1965) is a Chinese electrical engineer specializing in electromagnetic field and microwave technology.^[1] He is the deputy director of Southeast University's State Key Laboratory of Millimeter Waves and the Synergetic Innovation Center of Wireless Communication Technology and deputy dean of School of Information Science & Engineering.

Contents

_{Education
Career
Honours and awards
References}

^ Education

Cui was born in Luanping County, Hebei in September 1965. He earned his bachelor's degree in 1987, a master's degree in 1989, and doctor's degree in 1993, all in electrical engineering and all from Xidian University.^[2] From 1995 to 1997 he received grants from Alexander von Humboldt Foundation as a Humboldt Research Fellow at Karlsruhe University. He was a postdoctoral fellow at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign from 1997 to 1999, and was a research scientist since 2000.^[3]

^ Career

In October 2001 he was hired as a professor and doctoral supervisor at the School of Information Science & Engineering, Southeast University.

He was a delegate to the 12^th National People's Congress. In December 2017, he was elected a member of the 14^th Central Committee of Jiu San Society.^[4]

^ Honours and awards

• 2002 National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars
• 2014 State Natural Science Award (Second Class)
• 2015 Fellow of the Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers (IEEE) for contributions to microwave metamaterials and computational electromagnetics.^[5]
• 2018 State Natural Science Award (Second Class)
• November 22, 2019 Member of the Chinese Academy of Sciences (CAS)

^ References

• 1. ^ "Negative reflection and negative surface wave conversion from obliquely incident electromagnetic waves" ↗️. nature.com. 19 January 2018. Retrieved 15 December 2019.
• 2. ^ Wei, C. Y.; Zhang, H. C.; Tang, W.; He, P. H.; Qiu, H.; Fang, G.; Zhang, L. P.; Huang, Y.; Cui T. J. (2024). "Design of Compact, Broadband, 2-D Wide-Angle Scanning and Low-RCS Phased Array Using Split Ring Structures" ↗️. IEEE Transactions on Antennas and Propagation. 72 (3): 2135-2146. doi:10.1109/TAP.2024.3357928 ↗️. ISSN 0018-926X ↗️. Retrieved March 27, 2024.
• 3. ^ Li Qing (栗晴) (26 November 2019). 河北人的骄傲！滦平崔铁军当选为“中科院院士” ↗️. qq.com (in Chinese). Retrieved 15 December 2019.
• 4. ^ 崔铁军. 93.gov.cn (in Chinese). 19 March 2018. Archived from the original ↗️ on 12 December 2019. Retrieved 15 December 2019.
• 5. ^ "2015 elevated fellow" ↗️ (PDF). IEEE Fellows Directory. Archived from the original ↗️ (PDF) on March 30, 2015.

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

Ludvig perked up from slouching his head on his horse's saddle as he heard Carnatia's arguments. He briskly walked back, towards the team and especially her.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Wait... Did he actually say 'traitor'? Was it when I..."

Bumped his two fists together, and gestured an explosion.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"... those two soldiers and he was on the ground... yelling obscenities at y'all, I couldn't hear much 'coz I was too far away-- Huh, I guess we were right to spare them? Hah... haha..."

He glanced at the rest of the team and chuckled for a bit, then clasped his face again and groaned, bruising his nose a little with the sunglasses' nose pads.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"This makes things a lot more complicated... If they're still wearing the same gear as the Loyalists, then they're deliberately using it as a disguise, possibly to make rumours fester... It might be hard to tell at first glance which is which."

He crosses his arms and palms his right cheek.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"I'd prefer not to accidentally kill one of these Loyalists, if they're merely anything like the Sergeant from before, with the... bad temper induced possibly by a hellish life in this land, and the- tendency to place said land's laws in higher regard than a hungry civilian's life..."

If all of this holds true, this would mean that his real target is not the 'General' but the 'witch'... Curses. This might be a problem further down the road. Stupid as it sounds, he could only hope that he doesn't find said 'witch' attractive.
Remembering that she sent brutes to torture and experiment on some harmless clerics surely already helps immensely on that regard.

Wait, he thought. Is this why the team has two ex-inquisitors?

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

At some point during the burial and precession, Ludvig's outfit seems to have changed again.
Suit, cardigan vest, necktie in an Eldredge knot, slacks, leather shoes, sunglasses. All black, as well as the leather belt holstering three iron spikes and a steel dagger on his right hip, and a decently-sized book on his left hip.
Behind all that black, still peeks a little of that favourite pink long-sleeved polo around the neck and past the suit's arm sleeves.

When the projection froze, Ludvig was the first to break the ensuing silence, removing his sunglasses with one hand and clasping his face with the other, gritting his teeth.
It was one thing to look at a corpse with a huge uncertainty about the method, circumstance and/or reasoning for its death. It was another thing entirely to witness it happen, almost first-hand. Witnessing the clerics in their suffering, and the executioners who visibly enjoyed inflicting it.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Verdammt... Ah, I'm such an idiot.
You're right. You're all right, we should've killed them."

He let go of his face, glancing at the closest person to either side of him. There was a brief attempt at a smile, until there quickly wasn't, and his blue soulless eyes wandered off before being covered again by pitch-black sunglasses.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Sorry. Excuse me."

Ludvig briskly paced, walking past his teammates while trying to avoid clashing with their shoulders, walking towards his horse. He didn't begin to climb it, he just visibly stood there, beside the horse. Slowly, his forehead plopped onto the saddle, his right arm over it clenching its fist.
Evidently he may have concluded it to be a grave mistake to spare them. There was an intense budding intention to rectify said mistake, personal oaths be damned.

This 'General' person. This has to be the true mission laid out for him. Why else would the powers that be contact him after all this time? In such a vague manner, hiding it in the guise of checking up on some Paladin and his entourage's wellbeing?

His mind is clouded, too distraught to mull over those strange rocks that emitted black fire, or even to regret selling his bone dagger to some artificer wizard decades ago thinking he'd never have to use it again.
He unsheathes his dagger, staring at his own face reflected on its impeccable polish. Then occur in his mind, glimpses of another version of himself with blood splatters all over.

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Possibly forgoing any respectful way to haul the dead, Ludvig carried the two remaining corpses unaccounted for, one under each arm like he was carrying long wooden boards. He spun and gently laid them beside the corpse Mirielle was examining.

Looks like Dromele's finally set to leave. Mirielle looks exasperated despite doing really well to hide it. No leads, he supposes.
The other ex-inquisitor seems to be lifting his lantern up in broad daylight. Curious.
The sound of soil being stabbed into with a soft crunch, and promptly tossed aside. Linnie.
He stared at one of the corpses' charred face while commenting to himself.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"S'pose we do need to bury 'em...
Though a more apt location would have been nice. Somewhere a bit closer to their families, perhaps."

The carriage would have been nice to still have, in the moment.

He grabbed his waist, feeling the corpse grime add some strange friction between his hands and polo shirt. Noticing this, he tapped his chest once, poofing away all the dirt, blood and sweat on his exterior altogether in a near-instant. Even the bullet tear on his shoulder area was gone.

That reminded him. He glanced at Mirielle, holding his left hand out.

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^{『 Mirielle 』}

"I will not demand you to join me regardless, but be aware that you are already involved for travelling in this group. I doubt whoever came after Sir Thomas' entourage will make any distinction between you and I."

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Fair points."

The comment preceding that fluttered Ludvig's heart a bit, while he did indeed realize it was too self-deprecating even for him or for an excuse to basically 'skip work'.
Watching her little plight, he knelt beside her, conjured up a plain white handkerchief, and gently rubbed it on Mirielle's eyebrows, trying not to obscure her sight.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Suppose I'll make an exception for you and your um... tendency to charge into three men head-on, it does gives me a bit of worry. You'll have my support, just... Don't ask me to kill anyone.
Take off your gloves later, I'll clean 'em for you."

With a little demonstration of the stains on the handkerchief just disintegrating into cyan motes of light. He then waves the handkerchief once, obscuring it with his hand, et voilà the handkerchief is gone. He hoped it gave her just a little bit of levity, as he stands up and gently pats Mirielle's shoulder one time.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"I don't care much for my own life, but yours is a separate issue."

_Then...

Two more corpses strapped onto burnt posts. Leaving Mirielle alone for now, Ludvig walked towards one of the posts, unsheathes his dagger and, in alarming speed, slashed three times to undo the ropes and caught the falling corpse by the neck.
The half-rotten, half-burnt carcass of a cleric, its head drooping backwards and presenting its blackened missing face towards Ludvig. A slight grimace emerged in his face as he laid the corpse gently down the ground. It does not look any less appealing up close, he thought.

Onward to the last corpse, Ludvig pondered on the efficiency of his sword-path and opted to slice all the ropes with a swift slash through one wavy line. He didn't get to catch that corpse as it went down, stirring up more of the ash and soot that piled on the ground and creating a little smoke cloud. He shielded his eyes then waved the smoke away.
This is definitely not his best work, he thought. He deals best with the living.

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Absolved Will Be the Saviors

_{Twenty minutes ago...}

Recognizing the veiled threat, and for some reason feeling unusually excited by it--possibly due to the prospect of death--Ludvig's eyes widened, his mouth grinned menacingly as he let out a sinister chuckle--
He covered his mouth, his face back to normal, glancing at Amaris, then Mirielle, then the ground rapidly scrolling beneath their horses' feet. He clasped both sides of his head and sighed, still staring dead at the ground.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Please stop making it so easy for me to push your buttons."

He glances back at Amaris and smiles, indicating his return to normalcy, although that didn't last long and his smile faded as he spoke further. His arms crossed, before his right palm moved to caress the right side of his jawline.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"At first I assumed Mirielle had the shorter fuse--no offense, Miri--but, um. No, it's you, Amaris. By an incredibly long shot, I have to say it disappoints me greatly.

"It is the usual, isn't it? It just comes right in the territory of people who were born with tremendous power. They're quick to decide on taking people's lives because it comes at really no effort for them to do so. They're quick to make threats for there's no doubt that they can back it up with the power they were born with. Power so great it affects how someone views society and the decisions you make regarding it.

"We're, what, practically the same age? We're potentially ancient beings, you and I, and yet you still lack self-reflection.
You think you're in control, when... Really, it's your power that's been controlling you."

Ludvig's mesmerizing blue eyes glance coldly at Amaris, before switching to Mirielle and smiling gently. He takes a slight bow, much he could do while sitting cross-legged.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Sorry for the interruption."

He stands up on his galloping horse, walks two steps to the front and gently pats the horse's neck urging it to pick up the pace a little to move back closer to Carmen's row, as he finally sits properly on the saddle of his horse, or at least for a tiny moment until he raised his left leg, his knee supporting his chin and left arm.
He glanced at Carmen and spoke, but really he's just mumbling to himself.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"I'm really fumbling her, aren't I?
At least I have the old masters to thank for keeping me grounded and, and humble... I wonder what that old coot's doing. Probably still looking for more disciples. I can't imagine being that willing to impart with advice and, and knowledge."

_{The present.}

Ludvig's sleep was abruptly stirred by Mirielle yelling 'sacrilege', and the sight and the reality of their situation came fully into view.
Regrettably he didn't feel anything by it. People die, it happens. Some, in more gruesome ways than others. He felt only apathy towards the dead, but he didn't need to hear their words to know what the two members of the Order must be feeling.
There was a bud he felt a strong need to snip, and quickly, but there was only so much he could do. He rolled off from atop his horse, walked slowly towards the two ex-inquisitors, brushing past Amaris without a glance.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"I offer my condolences for your losses.
I just have... a few words.
I don't really condone thoughts of revenge... But I'm not about to impose myself and dissuade you all from harbouring such notions.
Just know that I will not assist you, should you decide to go down that path.

"Because I am a self-righteous coward."

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

Ludvig's fist sank deeper into his cheek, closing his eyes and tilting his head in thought.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Hmm, rebuilding even half-close to their former scale implies funding they usually never have.
It's not even just the money. As I said, instill enough fear to make the followers reluctant in persisting to do it. Funding's already one thing, but loyal manpower is sooo much harder to replace.
Not even to mention facilities, supply chains, human network and connections, plus any potential 'customers' would think twice before dealing with some fledgling peddler they aren't familiar with."

He inhaled, needing to catch some air after that lengthy ramble. The moment of relative silence allowed him to rethink the other party's position, and as he did so his head immediately perked up and straightened.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"By the way, you sounded like Amaris just now. She must have indeed won you over in the end."

A nonchalant thumb up from the right hand still elbowing his knee, while glancing at Amaris.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"I believe it is your victory, my dearest."

Absolved Will Be the Saviors

The air around Carnatia seemed to differ as she asked Ludvig about whatever insight he gleaned. For a moment it gave him goosebumps, for it was the exact same air with which Carnatia sliced that hangman's calves with pure haste and accuracy.
Surely she wouldn't dare, would she? Not with two people and a horse galloping between them, surely?

He sighed relief as her attention moved back to Carmen, but the air wasn't fading. Ludvig at this point was curious; it seemed like bloodlust, but it may be more accurate to call a zone or a flow state, when one's focus and senses are heightened. Quite nostalgic for him; although to see someone control it, forcibly put themselves in that state--even by using mana--is an underrated feat.

Not like anyone would know, especially those two behind his horse, still bickering about he supposes whether or not they should've killed those soldiers back there. He rubs the back of his horse's nape, urging it to slow down a bit as he stands.
He stands, on top of the moving horse.
He walks back and sits on its hip, cross-legged. Right arm elbowing his knee, supporting his cheek.

To call it bickering is disservice as Amaris unloads with a wave of emotions. Indeed a topic too deep in her heart, though Ludvig felt it to be a little misguided.
Also he found it slightly hilarious that the roles seem incredibly reversed, just based on their outward personalities.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Ladies, can I sneak in here real quick? Just to say, I'm leaning more towards agreeing with my dearest Amaris, but you don't really have to kill everybody."

He gestures his right thumb across his neck with a snap at the end. During his monologue, he unsheathes his dagger and spins it on his left palm.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Just the head is fine.
Steadily instill fear into the people below them, as you sow anarchy, and chaos.
Even if a head dares to regrow, just keep snipping at it until the organization dissolves itself, and the rest live their remaining lives scarred and scared. Some would say it can be worse than death, and stress is kind of a silent killer.
That's what I would do, anyway. For dealing with corruption."

Sheathes the dagger back and shrugs.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Not all of us are capable of massacre. It'll look better on the news papers too, and you won't have some overbearing church-types knocking at your door putting cursed robes on your head."

There's no telling if he's speaking from experience or just acting to look cool in front of the women--an effect that has to be currently being actively countered by unintendedly insulting said women.

Before either of them can begin mulling anything over, he speaks again.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Like, those soldiers back there, they were working at the behest of the Ealdorman, weren't they?"

He glances back for a bit, making sure Carmen's not paying attention.

^{『 Ludvig 』}

"Then just kill the Ealdorman."