"Thanks, I'm not a smoker."

The big man was a real man, pushed away the cigarette solemnly handed over, wiped his sweat, put the firewood on the ground, and said: "Don't smoke here, it's summer, and there are a lot of dead branches and leaves here, and if they are dry, it will be a big trouble to start a fire." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Solemnly smiled and put the cigarette back.

The big man walked to the solemn pile of messy firewood, divided it into two parts, stacked them neatly, cut down a small trunk more than a meter long, sharpened the two ends and poked them into the center of the two bundles of firewood, and tied them with vines and pedaled them with his feet.

He said, "Your firewood is good, it's all pines, you see, this is how you bundle firewood...... To ...... like this"

As he spoke, the big man twisted the vine a few times, pinned a knot, and lay a bundle of good-looking firewood neatly on the ground.

Seeing this, solemnly rejoiced, this big soldier was really a capable man, and he finally found the wrong helper.

The big soldier raised his head, glanced at the solemnity, and said quite unceremoniously: "I think you are a city soldier, right?" I don't even know how to chop firewood. ”

Zhuang Zheng's face flushed, so he had to nod and admit: "Yes...... Oh, yes...... I haven't chopped wood at home......"

When the big soldier saw that he was embarrassed, he didn't ask any more questions, but helped him get a pick, made two bundles of firewood into a pickle, and said, "Go back quickly, lunch is about to start." ”

Solemn and grateful, I feel that I will find an opportunity to repay others in the future, right?

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

The big soldier said: "My name is Yang Songlin, and I am in the fourth class of the second district team, they all call me Lao Yang, and you can also call me Lao Yang." ”

Zhuang Zhuang hurriedly said: "Lao 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, you take it easy." ”

Zhuang Zhuang hurriedly picked up firewood and followed the big soldiers down the mountain.

On the way, the two kept chatting, and it turned out that the big soldier was a soldier of the fourth company of the second battalion, and he was a Hunanese.

Zhuang Zhuang suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed, "I remember you!" You're the one who performs hard qigong at the Spring Festival Gala, right? ”

When the recruit company celebrates the Spring Festival, the third battalion went to the regiment to participate in the gala, in addition to the female soldiers of the cultural performance team of those military salutes, the most impressive performance was that there was a recruit who performed hard qigong, and I vaguely remember that it was called Yang Songlin.

The reason why I was impressed was because when Zhuang Zheng came as a soldier, when the train was turning around, he and Xu Xingguo both performed the so-called "hard skills", but in fact, they were fooling people.

But the pine forest in front of him is not fooling people, but real kung fu. That night, solemnly remembered that he performed a kitchen knife to cut his chest, without any damage; Wrapped in chains, it will break if you are lucky.

Zhuang Zheng thought at that time, this person must be going to the spy company, but he didn't think that he would meet here.

In this way, Zhuang Zheng admired the big man in front of him even more, and kept asking, why don't you go to the spy company? Where did you learn kung fu?

Yang Songlin replied sentence by sentence that the company commander liked him and didn't let him go, so he wouldn't go; Kung fu is ancestral, because the ancestors in the family practiced martial arts, so they began to dance knives and guns when they were young.

The two of them walked halfway up the mountain, solemn and a little unbearable, the road is too steep, but also rugged, not a road at all, it is a trail stepped out by some soldiers rushing to the top of the mountain, only less than half a meter wide, and it was trampled bare and slippery.

Yang Songlin rested with him twice, and when he saw that the sun was hanging overhead at noon, he felt very embarrassed.

In the teaching team, being late is a serious thing.

And it is obviously unrealistic to ask Yang Songlin to help him carry firewood, so he can't carry it at all, but it drags him down.

He didn't want to be a burden to Yang Songlin, so he said: "Old Yang, let's go, leave me alone, I'll touch it slowly, don't be late when the time comes, it's better to be punished by one than two." ”

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

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

So he said: "Solemn, be careful yourself, go slowly, don't worry." I'm sorry, I really can't help you, I have to go first. ”

solemnly and proudly waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm a well-known hob meat, my squad leader can't do anything about me, it's okay to be late." ”

When Yang Songlin really left, the pride and ambition on his solemn face were immediately like ice cream in the sun.

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

Chopping wood is always easier to go up the mountain and difficult to come down. Zhuang Zhuang slowly really understood, why the higher the altitude of the mountain, the more firewood, not that the students over the years are stupid, do not know how easy it is to go to the top of the mountain firewood, but go up to cut down is really fatal.

Solemnly carrying the load of more than 100 catties of firewood, looking down from the line of sight, the slope of the mountain is almost seventy or eighty degrees, extremely steep.

With every step, you have to tense the muscles of your legs, and if you slack off a little, you may roll down the mountain with firewood.

The mountain where the wood is chopping is at least 1,000 meters above sea level, and the cliffs are steep everywhere, the shrubs are as tall as a man, and you don't know what is underneath the weeds.

Zhuang Zhuang now finally understands the connection between chopping wood and field training that Luo Xiaoming said.

The wrist and hand strength of a soldier who can constantly chop a handful of firewood with a knife in the field can be extremely useful when training in the wilderness jungle requires a path in the primeval forest.

However, Zhuang Yan only now realizes that he is really a little arrogant.

The first time you chop wood, you really shouldn't run to the top of such a high mountain to chop it.

Now, the firewood was really chopped, but he didn't think he could carry it.

But the wood is already in the boat, and you can't throw it away now and go back to the ground to chop it again, that would make you look stupid, and it will definitely not be done before lunch begins.

Die and die!

I don't believe it, I can't even handle a single picket of firewood!

Zhuang Zhuang felt that since he became a soldier, he had encountered so many difficulties and overcome so many difficulties, how could he be planted on a handful of firewood in the end?

Once the stubbornness is on the head, the solemnity will become dead.

It took him a long time and a great effort to get back to the flat ground from the high mountain, and by this time, the camouflage uniform on his body had already begun to drip from the corners of his clothes as if they had just been fished out of the water.

At the foot of the mountain is a cement road, and walking forward is the training ground of the usual bomb throwing commandos, and walking more than 100 meters along the cement road from the bomb throwing field is the gate of the teaching team.

Seeing the gate of the teaching team in the distance, as well as the guards with guns under the gate, the solemn soles of their feet were full of wind, and they trotted forward with all their might.

However, the unexpected happened at this moment.