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

"You have all heard it clearly to me, firewood must also have standards! The firewood body should be 1.2 meters long, the arms should be thick, not too small, and one person should be able to wrap around it as the standard. Try to dry firewood, preferably pine trees, because it is easy to burn. Before lunch, the district captain on duty will check everyone's firewood, and if it is not qualified, he will immediately go up the mountain and cut it again. Also, you can only bring the knife in your hand, you can bring your own water bottle, but you can't bring anything else! Remember? ”

"Remember!" The cadets of the three districts replied in unison.

In fact, even if many people haven't understood it, it's better to speak louder first.

"Okay, let's go if you remember, I'll wait for you here." Luo Xiaoming waved his hand, like an evil contractor, he returned to the steps in front of the row house and sat down, lit a cigarette and looked at these chaotic students like a lively one.

After listening to it in a daze, he stood stupidly for a long time.

I thought, there are so many rules, but where do you cut this firewood? How to cut? How do you get it back after cutting it? There is no concept at all, Luo Xiaoming said that you can only use a knife, and you can't use a backpack belt, which is also a rule, so what do you use to tie up the firewood and bring it back?

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

Wang Dazui pointed to the mountain and said: "Use vines, there are many vines on the mountain, and the people of the teaching team use it to tie firewood. I guess it was left before the last class left. ”

Solemn asked, "How do you know?" ”

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

Zhuang Zhuang felt that what Wang Dazui said was also reliable.

However, how to tie the vines?

After the disbandment, Zhuang Zhuang stood there at a loss and thought about it for a long time without understanding it.

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

Luo Xiaoming watched from the side for a while, and then came up and shouted: "What are you still standing here?" Don't grind, go up the hill! ”

"Yes!"

He solemnly responded, reflexively turned around and ran a few steps, and then looked at Feiyun Mountain, which stood tall more than 1,000 meters behind the camp of the teaching team, and the No. 1, 2, 3, and 4 heights on the training ground in the distance.

Where do we go? He thought.

In the end, he solemnly decided to follow the back of someone else's ass, anyway, he didn't understand, and it was right to follow.

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

Along the way, those soldiers saw that there was a suitable tree and went up to cut it, and they were embarrassed to grab it from others, after all, a tree could not get enough of a bundle of branches, and the two of them competed to cut it, and the first one must have an opinion.

I just climbed up the hill without a head, and suddenly found that I had climbed halfway up the mountain, the mountain road was quite steep, the camp of the teaching brigade was visible from afar, and the squadron's rows of houses were scattered in the recess of the mountain in the distance like ammunition boxes.

Due to the continuous felling of the teaching team over the years, there is not a single good tree at the foot of the mountain, and there is not a single pole at the foot of the mountain, and there are no thick branches.

"Brother!" He took the cigarette and put it on the others, "Do you know where there is more firewood?" ”

Several soldiers of the 2nd District Team took the cigarettes, lit the fire, took a few puffs and said: "The higher the place, the more firewood, I listened to what those veterans said." ”

The higher the mountain, the more dry firewood?

It was solemnly decided to continue on the upward spiral.

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

There were man-high shrubs and grass everywhere, and there were no people here, and there were no roads, so you had to cut a path with your own knife.

He finally understood the connection between what Luo Xiaoming said about chopping wood and field warfare.

Here, it is necessary to control your physical expenditure, otherwise you will quickly get tired, let alone chop wood.

Solemnly deciding to stop and not continue to the top of the mountain, he finally found a pine tree more than ten meters high, which seemed to be some years old.

First opened the kettle, drank two sips of water, rested for a while, regained some strength, solemnly took off his hat, climbed up, sat down on the tree, waved his knife, and removed the larger branches.

The weather was very hot, and even though the military knife 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 soon full of branches, and he solemnly jumped off the tree, and he had to cut those branches into sections of 1.2 meters of arm-thick firewood that met Luo Xiaoming's requirements.

Those soldiers of the second district team were right.

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

At this time, the weather has entered summer, the mountains are very hot, the sun is scorching, and the people are panicking.

After a solemn cut for a while, the person was like being fished out of the water, and the corners of the clothes for training clothes were dripping with water, and he sighed a little that he must have sweated more in a day here than in a month at home.

He had cramps in his forearms and wrists, and his military machete was made of steel, with a thick blade and a yellow wooden handle, and the quality was superb, but the weight was dead.

He went under the tree and drank a few sips of water, and suddenly felt that the palm of his hand was spicy and painful, and after a closer look, he found that there were several broken skins on his hands, and there were big bubbles.

Guessing that it was almost noon, he gritted his teeth and wrapped his hands around the towel in his satchel to continue chopping.

Finally, a large pile of firewood was accumulated on the ground, and he exhaled with satisfaction, and suddenly became worried, how to make the firewood into bundles, how to get it back?

After going around the circle, 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 machetes.

Just when the solemn face was gloomy, he was finally lucky, there were still people in such a high place!

A large soldier carrying firewood passed by with a load of firewood.

At a glance, this soldier knew that the cadets of the teaching brigade had dark skin, sweaty faces, and tattered Type 87 summer uniforms, which were covered with small cuts in barbed wire for tactical training.

Zhuang Zhuang vaguely remembered that it was a person from the second district team, as if he was a bit of a speaker, he hurriedly ran over, took out a cigarette to stop others, and said busily: "Brother! Brothers! Help, I don't know how to bundle firewood, can you help me? ”

The big soldier's firewood was really well chopped, neatly stacked in a neat and neat manner, and a pole in the middle ran across the two bundles of firewood, and it was very strong with rattan, and it was very good at first sight.

When he saw it, he was even more like moving to the rescuer, and the kind words in his mouth did not stop, and he almost praised the big man as a flower.