Although Zhang Guimei helped Chen Zhaojun apply it for a night, Chen Zhaojun's feet were not swollen, but the pain still hurt. Before he could think about it, Chen Weixiong hurriedly ran over and cared for Chen Zhaojun's feet with great concern.

"Son, how are your feet? Does it matter? ”

As soon as Chen Zhaojun heard this, goosebumps rose on his body. Chen Weixiong's usual tone of speech, Chen Zhaojun is very clear. Under normal circumstances, he is called the third child, when he is serious, he is called Zhaojun, and when he is happy, he will call him the old son. But today there are very few such names. Although it was a little uncomfortable (I don't know if Chen Weixiong was worried about his gun), poor Chen Zhaojun still had to pretend to be very happy. There is no way, who made him Lao Tzu and himself a son.

"It's okay, my mother helped me apply it last night, and it doesn't hurt much today." Chen Zhaojun still kept a hand, don't talk to death, in case Chen Weixiong says something difficult, you can also use a sore foot to top it.

"That big kite outside you can really carry people?" This is what Chen Weixiong is most concerned about, as for Chen Zhaojun's feet, with Zhang Guimei here, nothing can happen.

"Of course it works! Didn't you fly yesterday? Li Bing also saw it! Chen Zhaojun was a little unconvinced, Chen Weixiong's tone. If you don't give me a skydive, forget it, you still don't believe me if I go to heaven myself?

"Why don't you fly again today?" Chen Weixiong has already begun to consider the military value of this big kite.

Chen Zhaojun understood what Chen Weixiong meant, and dared to love him for his ******!

"It's okay to fly again, but you can't take mine." Chen Zhaojun understood that if he wanted to get another one, this material would not be so easy to get.

"Don't worry, Dad doesn't want you. Why don't we go now? "Chan couldn't wait.

What else can Chen Zhaojun say? can only drag an injured foot and go out with Chen Weixiong. If you want to change someone, Chen Zhaojun has to wait for his feet to heal, or twist it again after a while, it hurts himself. But now there is no way, who let Chen Weixiong be his father. But he didn't think that this thing could equip the troops now, after all, it was too big and too expensive.

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Field training ground of the 1st Special Regiment. Several of the main leaders of the 1st Special Division came. Originally, I didn't tell Political Commissar Huang Ping about this, but early in the morning, Chen Weixiong's house was so lively, didn't he be alarmed? Before he arrived at the Special First Division, Huang Ping knew about Chen Zhaojun. There is a certain level outside, and it is said that this son of Chen Weixiong, the special first division, is terrible, and his ability to cause trouble is the first! But being smart is also big, and often doing something weird comes out. Early in the morning, Chen Weixiong called more than a dozen people to watch Chen Zhaojun fly a kite, and Huang Ping of course wanted to follow to see what was going on.

Several division leaders came, and Chen Weixiong had nothing to say, after all, Chen Zhaojun's identity was a little different from ordinary children. This Huang Ping also knows.

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When Chen Zhaojun's ****** once again carried him to soar freely in the sky, the leaders of the division below were shocked. Which of these people didn't come in a hail of bullets? The value of this ****** was immediately discovered by them.

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"Dad, pick me up, my feet hurt!" Chen Zhaojun turned around and flew back, but this time he didn't dare to land by himself, and his foot hurt a little when he took off just now.

Chen Weixiong let Chen Zhaojun's ******, stretched out his hand, and hugged Chen Zhaojun.

Seeing Chen Zhaojun get down from the ******, the head of the criminal regiment was a little impatient: "Come, I'll try." Relying on his physical strength, the head of the torture group squeezed under the ****** at once.

"Don't! Uncle Xing, wait a minute. Chen Zhaojun didn't know how much weight his ****** could bear. The head of the criminal regiment is at least 50 pounds heavier than Chen Zhaojun, who knows if this ****** can stand it.

"Uncle Xing, you may be too heavy, and you don't know how to fly, I think it's better to let Li Bing try it first." So these people, just Li Bing is a little thinner, and the other 。。。。。。 He's a soldier.

Of course Li Bing was very happy, he didn't think about it that much at all. Chen Zhaojun told him the essentials. He had also seen Chen Zhaojun fly twice, and besides, this thing itself was not complicated. After trying twice on the hillside, Li Bing also flew into the sky. Now, the group of officials on the hillside are envious. Li Bing was called back after a short time in the sky, anyway, it is estimated that if he doesn't come back, someone will shoot him.

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For the whole half day, the leaders of the 1st Special Division played on the hillside for half a day, and everyone took turns to go up to the sky for a circle. After Chen Weixiong came down, he directly gave Chen Zhaojun an order: You hurry up and make me another hundred ****** (they now know the official name of this big kite). In addition, the political commissar Huang Ping, the deputy division commander, and the head of the criminal regiment echoed it, and the whole thing was a decision of the party committee of the special first division.

"It's a pity that this thing can't fly on flat ground." The head of the criminal regiment said with emotion. He is the one who has tasted the sweetness of special forces mobility and flexibility the most.

"Who said that? Just add the engine and change it to a power ******! Chen Zhaojun took over the topic on the side. This morning, he was the most wronged, and he couldn't play with the toys he made out at all, so he sat all morning. I also ended up working as a coolie.

"You say this thing can fly on flat ground?" Huang Ping's ears were tipped, and he heard Chen Zhaojun's words at once.

Chen Zhaojun regrets this. He knew that there was a power ******, and he knew that there was a paramotor, but the problem was that he didn't know how that thing was made at all, but looking at the leaders of the special first division who were looking at him, the key was Chen Weixiong's enthusiastic face. Chen Zhaojun couldn't refuse.

"I can try, but I don't know if it's going to work!" He put the words here first, and if it didn't work, he could talk.

"This is easy to do, we will find a way to help you do what you want, you just need to get the motivation ****** out!" Chan Wai Hung has the final word. However, he was also very careful and bypassed several division leaders.

Chen Zhaojun knew that he couldn't avoid this, so he had to agree first.

"Then I'll give it a try."

"By the way, you hurry up and find a way, first come up with dozens of unpowered ******, and then say, I'll let the fighters train first!" The head of the criminal group has not forgotten what he said just now, at least, even if the motivation ****** not come out, he still has this unmotivated.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," the leaders of several divisions were so unanimous.

is coming, Chen Zhaojun's ****** will never come back. The head of the criminal regiment directly pulled it back to the special group, but when he left, Political Commissar Huang Ping repeatedly explained that he must pay attention to secrecy.