For the high-tech assessment of the 'Beijing Garrison', the 'microcomputer typing competition' is only one, and the 'Iron and Blood Regiment' will also participate in the 'communication wire competition', which is a 'wire competition' under the high-tech line, and 'the eight immortals cross the sea, each showing its ability', and on the basis of the original, it is the standard of this assessment.

'Guo Xiaosong, come quickly! The communication company has tested the model airplane over there, and it's always fun! After the selection of the battalion, the three people who participated in the competition did not need to conduct military training on weekdays, and stayed in the conference room of the battalion headquarters all day, typing training according to the borrowed computer, which was the only job of the three of them, and the battalion secretary was a person who could not sit still.

Model airplanes, that is, small airplanes, Guo Xiaosong in the early years in City A, he had seen it, the District Children's Palace's 'model airplane team', used him, on weekdays on the lake surface of the 'Nanhu Park', these small planes, flying freely at low altitudes, today when I saw the model airplanes of the communication company, Guo Xiaosong thought that there was nothing too surprising, and it was similar to when I used to go to school.

'Hey, don't go, it's not started yet!' The battalion secretary thought that Guo Xiaosong was going to have a 'stupid bird fly first', so he went back to practice typing, so he stopped him again.

"It's nothing good-looking, isn't it just a small plane, when I used to go to elementary school, there were a lot of these things in the Children's Palace in City A, nothing surprising! Guo Xiaosong spoke in a loud voice, which made the soldiers of the communications company who were fiddling with the small plane very disgusted, but looking at Guo Xiaosong's 'corporal' rank, he also knew that he was either a squad leader or a veteran, so he didn't feel sorry for him anymore.

Just look at it for a while, just now their platoon commander said that they can use a small plane to bring the telephone line to the telephone pole, I don't believe it, you can accompany me to take a look! 'Battalion clerk's primary school. In middle school, he studied in the suburbs of City A, and he didn't have the opportunity to study in the city like Guo Xiaosong, let alone see this kind of 'small plane'.

Flying without burden, for ordinary model airplanes, is very easy to control, if you hang up the cable and fly to the telephone pole seven or eight meters high, you have to be steadily delivered to the hands of the signal soldiers on the pole. This is a very delicate job, a little negligence, will do 'the plane crash and die', maybe because of the beginning of the practice, or the small plane is limited, only to see the small plane shaky, has been flying seven or eight meters high on the pole, see the crowd of onlookers, are sweating on the small plane.

'Alright. I don't think it can fly today, what are you doing all day long, you better go back and tell me how to achieve 'blind typing'! For microcomputer typing, Guo Xiaosong is ashamed that he is not as good as the battalion clerk. Today is not Sunday, the battalion commander's sister-in-law will not come to the team, and by his side, the most able teacher is the one. There are only battalion headquarters paperwork.

'Let me see it a little longer, how good it would be if I had a communication company!' The battalion clerk is addicted, no matter how Guo Xiaosong pulls him. He stood still and didn't leave.

"What's so nice about this, you just watch people eat meat, you don't see how hard people usually work, okay, don't look at it, if you like it, I'll write a letter to my classmates in City A tomorrow and get you one to have fun with!" That's what Guo Xiaosong said, in fact, his primary school classmates have very little contact, and where does he remember which one was in the 'model aircraft class' of the District Children's Palace.

'Really, you still have the ability to do this?' The battalion clerk's eyes lit up.

Since he said a big word, he had to go on, Guo Xiaosong continued to say the next big word in order to round the first big word, "That's still false, have you heard of A Fei, I am not only elementary school classmates, even junior high school and high school classmates, there are many children in their factory, most of our army's domestically produced fighter jets come from there, there can be said to be the cradle of our army's aircraft, when I was a child, I often played with these boys, this small plane, I would have been able to control it a long time ago, don't believe you ask them, The distance of this remote-controlled aircraft is not more than 25 meters! ’

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional, and there was a 'lieutenant' beside Guo Xiaosong, who had just been transferred from the communications regiment of the Beijing garrison to serve as an instructor of the communications company of the 'Iron and Blood Regiment', and this 'model aircraft line' was proposed by him, and he had never heard Guo Xiaosong's chat with the battalion secretary, but after hearing the last few sentences, he felt that Guo Xiaosong might be able to help him, so he took advantage of Guo Xiaosong's absence to talk to him.

'This squad leader, how many times are you?' ’

The officer in front of him, Guo Xiaosong didn't know, "I'm from the Seventh Company." ’

'Then what you just said is true, Luo, you can fly a remote control plane?' ’

Guo Xiaosong spoke helplessly, 'I played when I was a child, I haven't practiced for many years, and I don't know if it's the same as the original, I only say that I played!" ’

The instructor of the communications company stopped the squad leader of the communications company who was operating the remote-controlled plane, and asked him to bring the small plane and the remote control to him, 'Let's try it!' ’

handed the small plane in front of him, Guo Xiaosong didn't pick it up immediately, "I was just talking nonsense just now, such a precious thing, I'm afraid I'll play bad for you!" ’

"It turned out to be a big talk, I really thought you could do it," the communication company leader of the remote-controlled aircraft had already disturbed Guo Xiaosong's big words, he was already very anxious, as soon as he heard Guo Xiaosong say this, he couldn't control it even more, and now seeing that Guo Xiaosong didn't dare to get started, he felt that it was time to play, and if it was ugly, he would say too much.

The battalion secretary has always looked up to Guo Xiaosong, among the soldiers in the same year, Guo Xiaosong was the first to be the squad leader, and he was also the leader of the soldiers in the same year of the Seventh Company, "If people let you play, you can play, what are you afraid of, and people didn't say that they would let you pay!" ’

The instructor of the communication company did not continue to say anything, and kept looking at Guo Xiaosong.

There is no way, only blame himself for saying a big thing, so he had to take over the small plane, squatting on the ground, debugging, superhuman memory, so that Guo Xiaosong returned to his childhood, fortunately, the memory is profound, don't look at Guo Xiaosong did not participate in the 'model aircraft group', but he is still on the lake of the 'South Lake Park', compared to the small plane, about ten minutes later, Guo Xiaosong tightened the skin on the small plane, and began his first 'model aircraft journey', which belongs to the 'air flight'. ’

Calm mentality is the most important thing in controlling a small plane, Guo Xiaosong's mentality is far beyond that of his comrades in the same year, I saw him swinging the joystick on the remote control left and right, constantly changing the height and speed of the small plane, after flying for a while and feeling that there was no big problem, he came to the bottom of the seven or eight meters telephone pole, little by little, the small plane flew to the front of the signal soldier on the pole.

For the soldiers of the "Iron and Blood Regiment" communication company, they are also the first time to come into contact with this "model airplane", and they are eager to try it while being excited, but they still admire Guo Xiaosong very much, including the communication squad leader just now, almost everyone applauded.

'Scratch! One of the wings of the small plane suddenly broke in the air, this was an accident, Guo Xiaolet quickly put the remote control down on the ground, rushed up, and caught the falling small plane.

His face was scraped by the folded wings of the small plane, and his hands were also slightly injured, but fortunately, the small plane was placed in Guo Xiaosong's hands intact, and everyone present opened their mouths in surprise, as if what had just happened made them all 'finalized' and not move.

'Are you alright?' When the instructor of the communications company saw that Guo Xiaosong had caught the small plane, he reflected on himself and walked in front of Guo Xiaosong.

'I'm fine, I've said it, such a precious thing, how dare I play around, I think there may be something wrong with the motor, or give it back to you! As he spoke, Guo Xiaosong delivered the small plane to the instructor of the communications company, and he ran to the health team.

The scars on his face are easy to say, deal with them, just paste a piece of gauze, but Guo Xiaosong's right hand was not lightly injured, and the bleeding was finally stopped, and the male military doctor bandaged him again, "Okay, boy, I ran too fast, I didn't bleed much, it's okay, I didn't hurt my bones and stalks, just raise it for two days!" ’

'Thank you, med.' Guo Xiaosong was very grateful for the diagnosis and treatment of the male military doctor, and it was not until he walked out of the medical team that he found the commander of the seventh company and the secretary of the battalion headquarters, and ran over in a hurry.

Seeing that Guo Xiaosong's hands were wrapped in bandages, the commander of the seventh company was angry, "Okay, Guo Xiaosong, what time is this, you shouldn't be playing on the computer at the battalion headquarters, why are you running the health team!" ’

Guo Xiaosong said with a hippie smile, "This is purely an accident, God arranged it, the military doctor said that it will be fine in two days, and it will not disturb the assessment in the regiment!" ’

As soon as he heard Guo Xiaosong say this, the commander of the seventh company also breathed a sigh of relief, "You let me say what is good for you, when it comes to a critical time, give me eye medicine, I just came back from Beijing University with the battalion commander, and people will give lessons to the three of you tomorrow, just like you, can you still go?" ’

'I can go, of course I can, company commander, you see my hand is fine! As soon as he heard that he was going to the 'Computer Department of Beijing University' tomorrow to attend a lecture, Guo Xiaosong was about to open the bandage and let the commander of the Seventh Company see his injured hand.

"You have it, you, do you want to have a tetanus, the battalion secretary told me just now, this is not your fault, if it is up to you, I can't come to see if you are okay!" If he can represent the 'Iron Blood Regiment' to participate in the 'Beijing Garrison' competition, this is also the thing he is most happy about as the commander of this company, no matter whether Guo Xiaosong gets the ranking in the competition or not, the commander of his seventh company is proud of having such soldiers. (To be continued......)