Early the next morning, after morning exercises, Gao Fei took the opportunity to go to the toilet and handed the written review application into Zhang Yuxiang's hands.

"Remember, you can't just copy it, remember to change it." Gao Fei did not forget to remind him.

"It's OK, you can leave quickly. I'll return it to you after I finish copying it!"

After Zhang Yuxiang accepted Gao Fei's application, he hurriedly left.

Gao Fei saw that Zhang Yuxiang was in a hurry to leave, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Next, there was a day of training. All in all, this day of training was very boring. Gao Fei could barely get through it, but now, his mind had already drifted to other places.

After the training in the afternoon, Gao Fei went to Zhang Yuxiang to retrieve his application. When he passed by the playground, he saw a first-class non-commissioned officer riding a green three-wheeled motorcycle with a beautiful side slide on the playground.

When he stopped, he got out of the car, took off the old-style steel helmet that was very inconsistent with their current army, hung it on the handlebar, and started to look around.

When he saw Gao Fei, he raised his hand and waved to Gao Fei: "Private, come here!"

Gao Fei didn't want to talk to him at first, but he was very curious about this first-class non-commissioned officer, especially about the motorcycle with three wheels. What time has it been? You can still see three wheels in the army.

He had seen motorcycles in old Anti-Japanese War movies.

After Gao Fei came over, he asked: "Squad leader, what do you want me to do?"

Gao Fei asked, reaching out to touch the motorcycle. In fact, he can also ride a motorcycle, but he can only ride a ghost fire, which is the kind of scooter that has inorganic speed and can run as soon as the accelerator is pressed. As for this?

He had never ridden a car in gear.

But boys all have motorcycle dreams. Although this three-wheeled motorcycle may not be related to heavy motorcycles, he can still be regarded as a tough guy.

The first-level sergeant saw Gao Fei's love for the three-wheeled motorcycle. He folded his hands and asked, "Can you ride it?"

Gao Fei took back his hand and said with a smile: "I have never ridden in gear, but I can ride a will-o'-the-wisp."

The first-class noncommissioned officer took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Gao Fei, saying: "Maybe you will have a chance to try it in the future. Now do me a favor and help me get the contents inside."

Get on the stage below!”

Gao Fei reached out and took the cigarette. Then, he put his head to his head, covered the other person's lighter with both hands, and lit the cigarette. He glanced into the side of the three-wheeled motorcycle and saw three large metal wheels inside.

The box was tied with an elastic cord, and behind it was a large folded white cloth. Although he was curious about what it was, it seemed that now was not the time to ask, so he had to first carry a large iron box and follow the path of the playground.

Go down the stairs.

Originally, Gao Fei planned to lift two iron boxes, but after he got his hands on it and tried the weight, he gave up. The big iron box was too heavy. It would be really difficult to lift two iron boxes at once.

The three iron boxes were brought to the playground, and the first-level noncommissioned officer asked him to help again. Together, they lifted the big white cloth placed behind the front of the car. This time, it was not placed in the middle of the playground, but on the viewing platform of the playground.

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I thought it would be fine and I could leave, but the first-class noncommissioned officer said again: "If you are not in a hurry, please help me a little longer, I have to hold up this big canvas."

Gao Fei thought about it and thought that he had nothing to do for the time being, so he wanted to help. So, he and the first-class noncommissioned officer opened the large white canvas. Then, under the command of the first-class noncommissioned officer, the two of them opened the four corners of the big canvas.

In the circle, a rope was tied.

After it was done, the first-class sergeant said: "Please pass this rope to me in a moment."

Gao Fei didn't know what to do, so he nodded and said, "Okay!"

The first-level non-commissioned officer walked to an iron pillar next to the viewing platform. The iron pillar was used to set up the management platform. It was very thin, a little thicker than a human arm. The first-level non-commissioned officer looked up.

With one glance, he grabbed the pole with both hands, stepped on the pole with his feet, and climbed up after a few clicks.

He did not climb to the top of the pillar. After reaching a certain height, he stopped, then lowered his head and said to Gao Fei: "Give me the rope!"

Gao Fei was a little dazed. He really didn't expect that this first-class non-commissioned officer could climb a pole with such nimble hands and feet. This was not much worse than the veterans of their reconnaissance company.

Gao Fei quickly took the end of the rope from the ground and handed it to the first-class noncommissioned officer. Fortunately, he was on the viewing platform and had a certain height. Otherwise, the rope would not be enough.

The first-class sergeant took the rope, climbed up a little more, and then said to Gao Fei: "Help me pull the canvas over here."

Of course Gao Fei followed the instructions. After comparing the length of the rope in his hand, the first-level sergeant wrapped the rope around the pillar and tied it up before sliding down.

After the first-class sergeant came down, he came to the pillar on the other side. He took a look at the night and was about to start climbing up. He saw that Gao Fei was very cooperative and had already taken the rope end on the other side, so he,

He turned around and looked at Gao Fei and said, "Can you crawl on this?"

Gao Fei thought for a moment and said, "Yes!"

The first-level noncommissioned officer raised his hand and pointed to the top of the pillar and said, "This is easier to do. Just put the rope to the pulley above. There is no need to tie it up. Otherwise, you can help me get it!"

Gao Fei didn't say anything. He put down the rope in his hand, jumped off the viewing platform, walked to the main pillar, and without looking up, he twisted his arms, grabbed the main pole tightly, and started to go up.

climb.

Gao Fei used the ugliest method that children use to climb trees. Apart from being unpleasant and ugly, this method is actually the safest and most labor-saving method. The reason why Gao Fei uses this method is

, not because he wants to save effort, but mainly because he knows this kind of thing.

Seeing that Gao Fei could really climb up, the first-level non-commissioned officer pressed his hand on the edge of the viewing platform and climbed up. In fact, there were stairs next to it, but he could save time and go up directly from here. It seemed that

He is also a time saver.

The first-level sergeant took the end of the rope and handed it to Gao Fei. After taking it, Gao Fei put the rope on the pulley and pulled the rope down until the rope hung down completely and was caught by the pulley.

After the senior sergeant grabbed it, he relaxed his grip and slid it down.

Gao Fei's skills were a bit lacking. He thought that the skateboard was made of metal, so it would be fine to paddle on it. However, he didn't expect it. He felt hot on the inside of his thighs as soon as he stepped on it. When he lowered his head, he saw that his training uniform and pants were directly torn.

It's almost too late to hit the target. In fact, it doesn't matter. In the army, the clothes are worn out. No one says anything about it when it's old. It's just that the tear is not in the right place, it's at the base of the thigh.
Chapter completed!