Special Years

After a lot of blah blah blah blah blah, the coach and squad leader Luo Xiaoming finally brought the topic into the topic and clarified the precautions for chopping wood.

"You all heard me clearly, the firewood must also be of a standard! The firewood should be 12 meters long, with a thick arm, and it should not be too small, and it should be just enough for one person to hug. Try to use dry firewood, preferably pine, Because it is easy to burn, you have to come back before noon, put the firewood and the people in your shift together, and before lunch starts, the district captain on duty will check everyone's firewood. Chop a pick. Also, you can only bring this knife in your hand, and you can bring your own water bottle, but nothing else! Remember?"

"Remember!" The students of the third district team answered in unison.

In fact, even if many people don't understand it yet, let's speak louder first.

"Okay, let's go after you remember, I'll wait for you here." Luo Xiaoming waved his hand, like a vile contractor, he went back to the steps in front of the row and sat down, lit a cigarette and watched the fun Look at these messy students.

Zhuang Yan was ignorant and ignorant after listening, and then stood there stupidly for a long time.

I thought to myself, there are so many rules, but where is this firewood going to be cut? How to cut? How do I get it back? There is no concept at all. Luo Xiaoming said that he can only use a knife, and he can't use a backpack. This is also a regulation. So what should I use to tie up the firewood and bring it back?

"Big mouth! What is this firewood **** with?" He grabbed Wang Datong and asked.

Wang Dazui pointed his hand to the mountain and said, "Use vines, there are many vines on the mountain, and everyone in the teaching team uses them to tie firewood. You were in the cooking class and didn't see those old firewoods tied with vines before. Is it? I guess it was left by the last class of students before they left."

"How do you know?" asked solemnly.

Wang Datong's big mouth grinned, his face sullen, and he said, "Who am I? Can I not know these little things?"

Zhuang Yan felt that what Wang Dazui said was reliable.

However, how to tie the vines?

After disbanding, Zhuang Yan stood there at a loss, thinking for a long time without understanding.

He didn't know which way he was going, and he chirped for a long time.

Luo Xiaoming watched for a while, and then shouted, "Why are you still standing here? Don't linger, go up the mountain!"

"Yes!"

With a solemn answer, he turned his head and ran a few steps like a conditioned reflex, and then looked at Feiyun Mountain, which stood high up behind the training team's camp, more than a thousand meters high, and the 1, 2,, Height 4.

Where to go? he thinks.

In the end, Zhuang Yan decided to follow other people's ass. Anyway, he didn't understand, so it was right to follow.

At the foot of a mountain outside the gate of the teaching team, he followed a few soldiers from the second district team up the mountain.

Along the way, when the soldiers saw a suitable tree, they went up and swung their knives and chopped it down. Zhuang Yan was too embarrassed to **** it from others. After all, a tree could not get enough branches to get a bundle. The two were fighting to cut it down. have opinions.

Climbing up the mountain in such a mindless way, I suddenly found that I had climbed halfway up the mountain. The mountain road was quite steep. The camp of the teaching brigade could be seen from afar. .

Due to the continuous deforestation by the teaching team over the years, there is no good tree in the places near the foot of the mountain, all of which are bare, and there are no thick branches.

"Brother!" He took a cigarette and went up to set it up for others, "Do you know where there is more firewood?"

Several soldiers from the second district team took the cigarette, lit the fire, took a few puffs and said, "The higher the place, the more firewood, I heard from the veterans."

The higher the mountain, the more dry wood?

Solemn decided to keep going up.

But climbing and climbing, the altitude is already very high, and I am afraid that I will have to climb the top of the mountain more than 1,000 meters, and then I stopped.

There are bushes and grasses as tall as one person everywhere. There are few people here, and there are no roads. It is entirely by themselves that they can cut a road with a knife.

He finally understood the connection between chopping wood and field operations that Luo Xiaoming said.

Here, you must control your physical expenditure, otherwise you will be tired quickly, let alone chopping wood.

Zhuang Yan decided to stop and stop walking to the top of the mountain. He finally found a pine tree with a height of more than ten meters, which seemed to be some years old.

I opened the kettle first, drank two sips of water, took a breath, regained some strength, solemnly took off the hat, climbed up, sat on the tree, waved the knife, and removed the larger branches. .

The weather was very hot, and even though the military machete was very sharp, the constant slashing still made the solemn forearm feel like it was going to cramp.

An hour later, the big pine tree was quickly covered with branches, and he solemnly jumped down from the tree. He had to cut the branches into sections of firewood that were 12 meters thick and the thickness of an arm, according to Luo Xiaoming's requirements.

The soldiers of the Second Division were right.

The higher the place, the more trees can be cut down.

At this time, the weather has entered the summer, the mountains are very hot, the sun is savage, and the roasting makes people panic.

After solemnly slashing for a while, people were like fishing out of water~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The corners of the training clothes were dripping. He was a little emotional. He must sweat more in a day here than in a month at home.

He felt cramps in his forearm and wrist. The military machete was made of stainless steel, with a thick blade and a yellow wooden handle. The quality was super good, but the weight was dead.

His cat went under the tree to drink a few sips of water, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. After a closer look, he found that the skin on his hand was broken and a big bubble had appeared.

Estimated that it was almost noon, he gritted his teeth and continued to chop with the towel in his bag.

Finally, a large pile of firewood was collected on the ground. He exhaled with satisfaction. Suddenly, he was worried.

After walking around, Zhuang Yan finally found a few vines in the bushes, but he didn't know how to tie them.

Have you ever chopped wood at home? Not to mention firewood, not even a machete.

Just when Zhuang Yan had a gloomy expression on his face, he was lucky, there were still people in such a high place!

A big soldier carrying a load of firewood passed by here.

This soldier knew at a glance that the students of the teaching brigade had dark skin, sweaty faces, and tattered 87-style summer uniforms, which were covered with small holes that had been ripped through by barbed wire during tactical training.

Zhuang Yan vaguely remembered that he was a member of the second district team. He seemed to have some speakers. He hurried over, pulled out a cigarette to stop others, and said hurriedly: "Brother! Brother! Help me, I don't know how to bundle firewood, can you help me? ?"

The big soldier's firewood chopped really well, neatly piled up without a trace, with a pick in the middle running across the two bundles of firewood, tied with rattan very strong, and at first glance, I thought it was fantastic.

When Zhuang Yan saw it, it was as if he had moved to rescue a soldier. He kept saying good things, and he almost praised the big man as a flower.

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