Although Zhang Guimei helped Chen Zhaojun apply it all night, Chen Zhaojun's feet were not swollen, but it still hurt. Unexpectedly, early in the morning, Chen Weixiong hurried over and cared for Chen Zhaojun's feet very concerned.

"Son, how are your feet doing? Is that important?"

When Chen Zhaojun heard this, he had goose bumps on his body. Chen Weixiong's tone was very clear about Chen Zhaojun. Under normal circumstances, he called him the third brother, and when he was serious, he would call him Zhaojun a few old sons when he was happy. But there were so few people who called him this today. Although it was a bit not very good (I don't know if Chen Weixiong was thinking about his gun), poor Chen Zhaojun had to pretend to be very happy. There was no way, who told him to be me and he was a son.

"It's okay, my mother helped me apply it last night, and it doesn't hurt much today." Chen Zhaojun still kept his hand and didn't say anything to death. If Chen Weixiong said something difficult to do, he could use his feet to hurt him.

"Can the big kite outside really carry people to fly?" This is what Chen Weixiong cares most. As for Chen Zhaojun's feet, Zhang Guimei is there, nothing can happen.

"Of course it can do it! Didn't it fly up yesterday? Li Bing saw it too!" Chen Zhaojun was a little dissatisfied with Chen Weixiong's tone. It would be fine if I didn't parachute, but you don't believe me if I go to heaven myself?

"How about flying again today?" Chen Weixiong has already begun to consider the military value of this big kite.

Chen Zhaojun understood what Chen Weixiong meant this moment. It turned out that he was obsessed with his own triangular wings!

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

"Don't worry, dad doesn't want yours. Why don't we go now?" Chen Weixiong couldn't wait.

What else can Chen Zhaojun say? He could only drag his injured heel and go out together. If he wanted to change someone, Chen Zhaojun had to wait for his feet to recover. Otherwise, he would twist it again later, and it hurts. But now there is no way, who made Chen Weixiong his father? But he didn't think that this thing can equip the troops. After all, it's too big and too expensive...

The field training ground of the Special 1 Regiment. Several main leaders of the Special 1 Division came. I didn’t tell him about this matter, but early in the morning, Chen Weixiong’s family was so lively that he would not alarm him? Before he arrived at the Special 1 Division, Huang Ping knew Chen Zhaojun. There were certain levels outside that Chen Weixiong’s son was amazing and he was the best at causing trouble! But Xiaozhi was also a big man and often made some weird things. Early this morning, Chen Weixiong called more than a dozen people to see Chen Zhaojun flying kites. Of course, Huang Ping also wanted to follow him to see what was going on.

Several division leaders have arrived, and Chen Weixiong has nothing to say. After all, Chen Zhaojun's identity is a bit different from that of ordinary children. Huang Ping also knows this...

When Chen Zhaojun's triangular wings carried him freely in the sky again, the division leaders below were shocked. Which of these people did not come from the rain of bullets? The value of these triangular wings was immediately discovered by them...

"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. His feet hurt a little when he took off just now.

Chen Weixiong let Chen Zhaojun's triangular wings pass, stretched out his hand and hugged Chen Zhaojun.

The commander of the group clerk saw Chen Zhaojun coming down from the triangular wing and couldn't wait: "Come on, I'll give it a try." Relying on his strong body, the commander of the group clerk immediately squeezed under the triangular wing.

"Don't! Uncle Xing, wait a moment." Chen Zhaojun was unsure. He didn't know how much weight his wing could bear. The commander of the Xing regiment was at least 50 kilograms heavier than Chen Zhaojun. Who knew whether this wing could bear it?

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

Of course Li Bing was very happy, he didn't think so much. Chen Zhaojun told him the key points. He also saw Chen Zhaojun flying twice, and the thing itself was not complicated. After trying on the hillside twice, Li Bing also flew into the sky. Now, the group of officials on the hillside were so envious. Li Bing was called back after a while. Anyway, if he didn't come back, someone might have to shoot him with a gun...

During the whole half of the day, the commanders of the Special First Division played on the hillside for a long time, and everyone took turns to go to the sky. After Chen Weixiong came down, he directly gave Chen Zhaojun an order: You should make another hundred triangular wings for me as soon as possible (they know the official name of this big kite now). With the addition of Political Commissar Huang Ping and Deputy Division Commander, the Commander of the Criminal Corps, the entire decision was made by the Party Committee of the Special First Division.

"It's a pity that this thing cannot fly on the flat ground." Commander Xing said with emotion. He was the person who tasted the most mobile and flexible sweetness of the special forces.

"Who said it? Just add the engine and change it to a powered triangle wing!" Chen Zhaojun took over the topic. This morning, he was the most unfair. He couldn't play with the toys he made, so he sat down for a whole morning and even worked as a coolie.

"You said this thing can fly on the flat ground?" Huang Ping's ears suddenly heard Chen Zhaojun's words.

Chen Zhaojun regrets this. He knows that there is a power triangular wing and a power parachute. The problem is that he doesn't know how that thing is made, but looking at a group of commanders of the Special Division who are looking at him, the key is Chen Weixiong's enthusiastic face. Chen Zhaojun can't refuse.

"I can try it, but I don't know if it's OK!" He said this first, and it would be easier to talk if it doesn't work.

"This is easy to deal with. We will find a way to help you with what you want. You just need to get the power triangle wing out!" Chen Weixiong made the final decision. However, he was very careful and got around several division leaders.

Chen Zhaojun knew that he could not escape this matter, so he had to agree first.

"Then I'll give it a try."

"By the way, you should find a way to create dozens of unpowered delta wings first, let me train the soldiers first!" Commander Xing did not forget what he said just now. At least, even if the powered delta wings cannot be released, he still has such unpowered ones.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," did the leaders of several divisions show so consistently.

When it came, Chen Zhaojun's triangular wing would never come back. The chief of the criminal regiment directly pulled it back to the special regiment, but before leaving, Political Commissar Huang Ping repeatedly told him to keep it confidential.
Chapter completed!