"Thank you, I won't smoke."

The big man was a real person. He pushed away the cigarette handed over by Zhuang Yan, wiped his sweat, put the firewood on the ground, and said, "Don't smoke here either. It's summer now, there are a lot of dead branches and leaves here, dry, and it will be a big trouble to catch a fire."

"Yes, yes!" Zhuangyan took the cigarette back with a smile.

The big man walked to the solemn pile of messy firewood, divided them into two pieces, and piled them neatly. He cut off a small tree trunk more than one meter long, sharpened the two ends into the center of the two bundles of firewood, tied them with vines while stabbing them with his feet.

He said, "Your firewood is good, it's all pine trees. Look, you have to tie the firewood like this...it's what it means..."

As the big man said, he quickly twisted the vines a few times, and then put a knot in it. A bundle of firewood that looked pretty good was lying neatly on the ground.

Zhuang Yan was overjoyed when she saw this. This big soldier was indeed a capable man, and he finally found no wrong helper.

The big soldier raised his head, glanced at the solemn, and said bluntly: "I think you are a city soldier, right? You don't even know how to cut firewood."

Zhuang Yan blushed and had to nod and admit: "Yes...yes... I have never chopped firewood at home..."

Seeing that he was embarrassed, the big soldier stopped asking questions. He helped him get a pickup, made two bundles of firewood into one, and then said, "Go back quickly, lunch is about to start."

Zhuang Yan felt grateful and felt that he would find an opportunity to repay him in the future, right?

So he asked: "Comrade-in-arms, can you tell me what your name is?"

The big guy said, "My name is Yang Songlin, from the fourth tier of the second district team. They all call me Lao Yang, so you can call me Lao Yang too."

Zhuang Yan quickly said, "Old Yang, my third-district team is called Zhuang Yan, Class 7."

Yang Songlin said: "Okay, let's talk while walking. It's not easy to go down the mountain than to go up. Please take it easy."

Zhuangyan hurriedly picked up firewood and followed the big soldier down the mountain.

The two kept chatting on the way. It turned out that the big soldier was from the Fourth Company of the Second Battalion, and was from Hunan.

Zhuang Yan suddenly remembered something and exclaimed: "I remember you! You are the one who performed hard qigong at the Spring Festival performance party, right?"

During the Spring Festival of the recruits, the Third Battalion went to the regiment to attend the party. In addition to the female soldiers in the cultural performance team of military ceremonies, the most impressive performance was that a recruit performed hard qigong, which I vaguely remembered.

The reason why I was impressed was that when Zhuang Yan came to the army, he and Xu Xingguo performed the so-called "hard skills" with Xu Xingguo when he was on the train. In fact, it was fooling people.

But Yang Songlin in front of him was not fooling others, but real kung fu. That night, Zhuangyan remembered that he performed a kitchen knife to cut his chest without any damage; he was surrounded by iron chains and his luck was broken.

Zhuang Yan thought at that time that this person must have gone to the spy company, but he didn't expect that he would actually meet him here.

As a result, Zhuang Yan admired the big man in front of him even more and kept asking, why didn’t you go to the spy company? Where did you learn kung fu?

Yang Songlin answered one by one, and the company commander liked him, so he stopped going without asking him to go; Kung Fu was passed down from his ancestors, and since his ancestors practiced martial arts, they started dancing swords and guns since they were young.

The two of them walked halfway up the mountain. The solemn and unbearable. The road was too steep and rugged, and it was not a road at all. It was a path that some soldiers rushed to the mountain to train. It was less than half a meter wide and was stepped on bare and slippery.

Yang Songlin rested with him twice. When he saw the sun hanging above his head at noon, Zhuangyan felt embarrassed.

On the teaching team, it is very serious to be late.

Moreover, it was obviously unrealistic to ask Yang Songlin to carry firewood for him, so he could not carry it at all, and instead he would be burdened together.

He didn't want to be a burden to Yang Songlin, so he said, "Old Yang, please leave, don't worry about me, I'll touch you slowly, don't be late at that time, it's better to be punished by one person than two."

At first, Yang Songlin refused to agree, but after saying it many times, time couldn't wait.

The rules of the teaching brigade are universal. Even if Yang Songlin is late when he is back, he will be punished.

So he said: "Zhuangyan, be careful, go slowly, don't worry. Sorry, I really can't help you anymore, I have to leave first."

Zhuang Yan waved his hand very generously and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm a famous hob meat. My squad leader can't do anything about me. It's okay to be a little late."

When Yang Songlin really left, the heroic ambitions on his solemn face immediately turned out like ice cream melted in the sun.

It’s easy to be a hero, but it’s not easy to be a hero.

Chopping wood is always easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain. Zhuangyan gradually understood why the higher the altitude, the more firewood there is on the top of the mountain. It is not that the students who have been foolish over the years and do not know that it is easy to chop firewood to go to the top of the mountain, but that it is really fatal to chop it if you go up and chop it down.

Solemnly carrying the load of more than 100 kilograms of firewood, looking down from the sight, the hillside was almost seventy or eighty degrees, extremely steep.

At every step, you must try your best to tighten the muscles of your legs. As long as you feel a little relaxed, you may even roll down the mountain with firewood.

The mountain where woodcutting is at least one thousand meters above sea level, with steep cliffs everywhere, with one person tall shrubs, and you don’t know what is below where the weeds are sealed. As long as you step on the wrong foot, you may fall into the cliff and be crushed to pieces.

Zhuang Yan now finally understood the relationship between Luo Xiaoming's talk about the woodcutting and field training.

Soldiers who can constantly slash a pick of firewood in the wild will be extremely useful when training in the wild jungle combat training to open a road in the primeval forest.

However, Zhuangyan has only now realized that she is really a bit arrogant.

The first time I chopped wood, I really shouldn't have run to such a high mountain to chop.

Now, the firewood has been cut, but he doesn't think he can recite it.

But the wood has been done, so you can't throw away the firewood and go back to the ground to chop it up again. It will make you look stupid, and it will definitely not be able to finish it before lunch starts.

Just die!

I don't believe it, I can't even deal with a pick of firewood!

Zhuang Yan felt that since he joined the army, he had encountered so many difficulties and overcome so many difficulties. How could he end up falling into a firewood?

Once a stubborn temper is raised, the solemnity will become a desperate battle.

It took him a long time and a lot of effort to return from the high mountain to the flat ground. At this time, the camouflage uniform on his body had already dripped from the corner of his clothes, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

There is a cement road at the foot of the mountain. Walking forward is the training ground for the usual bomb drop commando. Walking forward more than a hundred meters along the cement road from the bomb dropping ground is the gate of the teaching team.

Seeing the gate of the teaching team in the distance, there were guards holding guns under the gate, solemnly, the wind roared and trotted forward in one go.
Chapter completed!