After Barabala made a lot of nonsense, the coaching squad leader Luo Xiaoming finally put the topic on the topic and clarified the precautions for chopping wood.

"You all have heard it clearly, and the firewood must have standards! The firewood should be 1.2 meters long and the arms are thick. It should not be too small. It is a standard for one person to be able to surround it. Try to dry firewood, preferably pine trees, because it is easy to burn. You have to come back before noon and put the firewood together with the people in your own shift. Before lunch starts, the district captain on duty will check everyone's firewood. If you fail, you will have to go up the mountain and chop it up immediately. Also, you can only bring the knife in your hand, and you can also bring your own kettle, but you can't bring anything else! Remember?"

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

In fact, even if many people haven't understood it, they still speak louder first.

"Okay, remember, let's go, I'll wait for you here." Luo Xiaoming waved his hand, and like a vicious contractor, he returned to the steps in front of the queue, sat down, lit a cigarette and watched the fun, watching the messy students.

Zhuang Yan finished listening in a daze, and stood there stupidly for a long time.

I thought to myself, there are so many rules, but where should I chop the firewood? How to chop it? How to get it back after it is cut? There is no concept at all. Luo Xiaoming said that he could only use a knife, but not a backpack strap. This is also a rule. So what should I use to tie the firewood back and bring it back?

"Big Mouth! What is the thing to tie this firewood?" He asked, pulling Wang Datong.

Wang Dazui pointed his hand at the mountain and said, "Use vines, there are many vines on the mountain. The people in the teaching team use it to tie firewood. Didn't you see that the old firewood was tied with vines on the past? I guess they were left by the last class before the students left."

Solemnly asked: "How do you know?"

Wang Datong grinned with a big mouth, his face full of sternness, and said, "Who am I? How can I not know these small things?"

Zhuang Yan felt that what Wang Dazui said was reliable.

But how to tie the vines?

After disbanding, Zhuang Yan stood there at a loss and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

He didn't know where he walked, and he stumbled for a long time.

Luo Xiaoming looked around for a while, then came up and shouted: "Why are you still standing here? Don't be too slow, go up the mountain!"

"yes!"

He responded solemnly, turned around and ran a few steps like a conditioned reflex, and looked confused at Feiyun Mountain, which was more than a thousand meters high behind the teaching team camp and the Highlands 1, 2, 3, and 4 on the training ground in the distance.

Where should we go? He thought.

Finally, Zhuang Yan decided to follow someone else's butt. Anyway, he didn't understand, so he would definitely follow him.

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

Along the way, the soldiers went up to snatch the appropriate tree and slashed it. Zhuangyan was embarrassed to snatch it from others. After all, one tree could not get enough branches to cut off a tree. The two were scrambling to cut it down, and the one who came first must have an objection.

I climbed up the mountain with no brains and 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. The squadron's squadron's squadron's houses were scattered in the distant mountain depression like ammunition boxes.

As the teaching teams have been cutting down over the years, there is no good tree near the foot of the mountain, and there are no thicker branches.

"Brother!" He took the cigarette and put it close to others, "Do you know which firewood is more?"

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

The higher the mountain, the more dry firewood?

Zhuangyan decided to continue walking upwards.

But I climbed and climbed, the altitude was already very high, and I would probably have to climb to the top of the mountain more than 1,000 meters before I stopped.

There are shrubs and grasses that are tall everywhere. It is sparsely populated here and there is no road. It is entirely up to cut a road with your own knife.

He finally understood the relationship between Luo Xiaoming's talk about chopping wood and fighting in the field.

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

Zhuang Yan decided to stop and stop walking towards the top of the mountain. He finally found a pine tree more than ten meters tall, which seemed to be a bit old.

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

The weather is very hot. Even though the military hijab is very sharp, the continuous slashing still makes the solemn forearm feel like cramping.

An hour later, the branches quickly fell under the big pine tree, and he jumped off the tree solemnly. He had to cut the branches into pieces of firewood that was 1.2 meters that meet Luo Xiaoming's requirements and was thick with his arms.

Those soldiers from the second district team were right.

The higher the place, the more trees you can cut.

At this time, the weather has entered summer. The mountains are very hot, the sun is so hot that it makes people feel panicked.

After slashing for a while, the man was caught in the water, and water dripped from the corners of his training uniform. He felt a little moved that he would sweat more every day than at home for a month.

His forearms and wrists felt cramped. He was made of military machete steel, a thick blade body, a yellow wooden handle, with excellent quality, but his weight was dull.

His cat went into the tree and drank a few sips of water. Suddenly, his palms felt sore. After looking carefully, he found that there were several skins on his hands and a big bubble.

It was almost noon, so he gritted his teeth and wrapped his hands in the towel in his shoulder bag and continued to chop.

Finally a lot of firewood was saved on the ground. He exhaled with satisfaction and suddenly became worried. How to make the firewood into bundles and how to get it back?

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

Have you ever chopped firewood at home? Not to mention firewood, you can't even see the machete.

Just when Zhuang Yan looked sad, he was finally lucky, and there was still someone in such a high place!

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

The soldier could tell at a glance that the students of the teaching brigade had dark skin, sweaty faces, and a torn 87-style summer uniform, covered with small holes that were hooked by barbed wire.

Zhuang Yan vaguely remembered that he was from the second district team. He seemed to have a little speaker. He hurried over and took out a cigarette to stop others. He said in a hurry: "Brother! Brother! Help, I don't know how to tie firewood, okay?"

The big soldier's firewood was really good, and he was neatly arranged. A pick in the middle ran through two bundles of firewood, tied with vines very strongly, and it looked amazing.
Chapter completed!