Free Web NovelChapter 186: Chapter 138: I See You as a Martial Arts Prodigy
Ten minutes later, below the training tower.
"These past few days, we’ve focused a lot on leg training. This afternoon, I want you to mix it up!"
Cao Yi, holding a training manual, had a mischievous look on his face:
"Let’s explore eight ways to play with a tire!
Pull, roll, lift, carry, flip, drag, move, push!
Do each one twice today, and then you can all look forward to the weekend off!"
The first method is pulling! The People’s Armed Police like to pull on the ground! With that method, once a person stops, they start resting!
But we firemen have more equipment, so naturally, we play at a higher level!
The training tower! The top is equipped with a fixed pulley! This 120-jin tire, pull it to the top of the tower and then let it down slowly!
There’s no time limit; you can rest whenever you want during the process, but if the tire falls! Start over!
New recruits first! The first one up, Xiao Haishan!"
Wow, these rules are quite humane.
Fang Huai couldn’t help but curl his lips.
To hold a 120-jin tire with a rope and not let it fall, while being allowed to rest in the middle, was quite a blessing.
If your hands dare to slack even a bit, and then you start pulling again, with the acceleration and a rope with huge friction, wouldn’t the skin get ripped off?
Fang Huai couldn’t help thinking of Peng Yingqirui.
Question: Peng Yingqirui weighs about 120 jin and has the strength of 120 jin. If he vertically pulls up a 120-jin tire, will the tire go up first, or will the person go up first?
Parenthesis: Ignoring friction, please choose the subject of study on your own and conduct a force analysis.
Soon, this question fully illustrated a truth: everything on paper is an ideal state. This 120-jin tire, let alone a 120-jin person, even the 175-jin Xiao Haishan nearly jumped up while trying to pull it.
The squadron’s training tower in total has four floors.
Xiao Haishan’s training gloves got twisted from pulling, and when he reached the third-floor window, he couldn’t pull anymore. His whole body stubbornly arched as he fought fiercely against the tire.
This 120 jin isn’t just a simple 120 jin.
A fixed pulley doesn’t save effort, but it does change the direction of the force.
For safety, you definitely can’t stand below the tire when pulling. The rope and the pulley form an angle of about 20 degrees.
cos20° is approximately 0.94.
F=120÷0.94.
That is to say, omitting to two decimal places, the actual force the tire exerts on the hands is 127.66 jin.
W=pt.
Time ticked away by the second, and despite the frantic effort of this lad, from a physics standpoint, it was all in vain.
The sour cabbage pork trotters, green bean pork mince, cold mixed folded ear root that he ate for lunch today... were transformed into maltose by the saliva amylase, passed through the stomach to become glucose, and then through the small and large intestines to be metabolized and stored as chemical energy in the body. At this moment, they were all converted into thermal energy through motion, dissipated into the universe, upholding the conservation of energy.
"Uh!"
With a muffled grunt, Xiao Haishan received a lesson in high school physics from the tire, unable to hold on and letting go of the rope.
"That’s a shame, if you hadn’t been so sluggish, you might have been able to pull it to the top!"
The old soldiers were a bit disappointed.
However, for past new recruits playing this game, without half a year’s practice, few could pull it to the top.
It was just that their expectations for this batch of new recruits were particularly high.
"Rest a moment and then start again! Next up, Han Yong!" Cao Yi gave the order with a stoic face.
Han Yong, who was fairly good at high school physics, walked over with a smile and said to Xiao Haishan:
"When you pull, the angle has to be smaller! It saves energy that way!"
Han Yong took the rope, stood a bit closer to the tire, looked up at the pulley above, and gave a strong pull.
The tire moved a bit, starting to hang in the air.
Brother Yong’s face changed instantly, and he quickly gripped the rope tightly to prevent it from falling.
Despite usually finishing last in running and pull-ups, he had a keen desire to show off his strength in this pure test of power.
But clearly, the big tire was beyond his imagination.
The longer he held on, the less likely he was to pull it up.
Han Yong gritted his teeth and started to push harder.
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Low growls burst from Han Yong’s throat as he switched hands, and the tire actually continued to climb steadily.
"Not bad at all, little fatty! You’ve made quite some progress in this period of time!"
As the tire almost reached halfway up the second floor, Cao Yi couldn’t help but praise him.
Fang Huai smiled and said, "Han Yong has always been pretty strong. He can now manage seven chin-ups."
"Hmm... If he trains well, he could surpass the new recruits from the First Squadron," Hao Chengbin added with some satisfaction.
"Yah...!"
Hearing the praise, Han Yong’s efforts grew even bolder.
With his cosmos unleashed, the tire kept climbing upward.
But when he nearly reached the third-floor window sill, he roared too fiercely and suddenly coughed.
In that instant, the tire plummeted quickly.
And Han Yong was right below it!
Fang Huai, who was watching from the side, rushed forward in two steps and precisely caught the rope.
Avoiding a scene of pushing to save someone, Fang Huai, facing the direction of the falling tire, pushed Han Yong away. Otherwise, a light injury could have become severe.
Fang Huai himself was pulled up a bit by the force.
"Fuck..." It was the first time Fang Huai cursed in front of everyone.
His palms felt numb. Stabilizing the situation, he looked up to see the tire had fallen half a floor’s height.
"Why did you catch it!"
Cao Yi, breaking into a cold sweat, immediately pulled Han Yong to the side and helped Fang Huai steady the rope, slowly lowering the tire.
Actually, Cao Yi had observed carefully before, and if the tire had fallen, it would have been quite far from Han Yong and couldn’t have hit him.
But he didn’t expect that Fang Huai, out of position, didn’t see the falling trajectory clearly and dared to catch it barehanded without gloves.
"Sss..." Fang Huai watched as Cao Yi gradually lowered the tire and realized he misjudged the falling trajectory of the tire, feeling a bit embarrassed:
"General Han’s life is valuable; I had to protect him!"
Looking down, his hand now bore a long blood mark, some parts peeled, burning with pain.
Han Yong, seeing Fang Huai’s hand, became frantic in an instant: "Ah... Ah... It’s all my fault!"
Fang Huai tousled his hair and grinned, "It’s okay, we’re comrades."
Everyone felt touched.
The old soldiers understood it as "Comrades are as close as brothers," while the new recruits interpreted it as "He’ll really step up when something happens."
Cao Yi couldn’t help being annoyed, "Zhao Jinchen, hurry up and take him to the infirmary, apply some medicinal solution, and bandage it!"
"And here I was thinking I’d get a good time on the stopwatch for you today! All for nothing."
Only then did the new recruits realize that Instructor Cao hadn’t even taken out his stopwatch at all, and both Han Yong and Xiao Haishan felt like crying—"I’m Not Worthy."
As soon as Fang Huai heard this, he immediately said, "It’s fine, I can pull it off with a glove on after I get bandaged!"
"Roll, roll, roll, quit your blathering, rest well this afternoon."
Cao Yi waved him off.
After Fang Huai had gone far away following Zhao Jinchen, Squad Leader Fang slapped Hao Chengbin on the arm and said,
"Old Hao, did you guys notice, this kid has really quick reflexes? Just now I saw him go up to grab the rope, the rope swung a bit, but he grabbed it both fast and steady!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they realized what he was talking about.
"Um..." Cao Yi nodded, "With that kind of reaction and emergency response, if he trains his explosive power well, he could indeed be good at the ladder."
Hao Chengbin also smiled, "Fang Huai is a natural firefighter."
...
By the time Fang Huai came back, everyone was already sitting on the ground resting during the break, chatting about something. As he approached, Hao Chengbin suddenly raised his hand, tossing out a tiny pebble.
"Catch!"
Fang Huai was about to dodge, but when he heard Hao Chengbin speak, he instinctively reached out and caught it in his hand.
"Crooked day..." Hao Chengbin couldn’t help but stand up and applaud,
"Who else can do that move?"
Everyone clapped, and Fang Huai immediately realized that Squad Leader Hao was testing him, leaving him crying and laughing.
Liu Jianfeng, who was known for his agility, raised his hand with a sly grin, "Squad Leader Hao, I can!"
"You’re full of it! You were prepared, his catch was completely subconscious..." Hao Chengbin was speaking when he suddenly also tossed a pebble,
"Catch!"
Liu Jianfeng realized what was happening and raised his hand to catch it.
But catch it he did not—the pebble hit him squarely in the chest, not even blocked.
"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.
But after the laughter, they all started playing the "Catch!" game.
After some comparison, they all exclaimed in amazement that Fang Huai really was a martial arts prodigy.
Only the chubby Han Yong would occasionally ask Fang Huai, "How’s your hand?"
Some time later, Cao Yi clapped his butt to stand up and said, "Fang Huai, I’ve decided, we need to accelerate your training! You’ll also participate in the team drill for the martial arts competition, but it’ll mean sacrificing your weekends for practice. Are you willing?"
Fang Huai, hearing this, felt a bit excited inside.
The One Hundred Meters Ladder Attack Drill!
It was known as the coolest and toughest hose drill! In his previous life, he had practiced almost all the team drills but had never been part of this drill.
Because in this drill, there was not a single easy position.
Fang Huai stood at attention and said, "I’m willing!"
"Good! You’ll be in the first assault team’s third position! I heard from Xiong Jie that you know the procedure! Can you handle it?"
Fang Huai shouted, "The Chinese people are capable!"
"Hahaha..."
...
Training in the Special Duty Team was down to the wire.
And light injuries didn’t exempt one from the front line.
Saturday, eight o’clock in the morning.
Rarely did the sun appear on the eastern hills, and at that moment, it still hung atop the mountain, connecting to the largest tree, looking exactly like a rainbow lollipop.
Car 1 was parked sideways next to the basketball court, ready to go.
Leading the briefing was Hao Chengbin.
His tone was as irritatingly cocksure as ever.
Only this time, he also held a set of operation standards in his hand, and while speaking, he occasionally glanced at it.
"The One Hundred Meters Ladder Attack Drill, also known as the Waist-Breaking Leg-Crippling Tiring Drill!
After you hear the start command, the first assault team’s first member will lay out a hose 20 meters away, connecting the nozzle and the water gun!
The second member will lay out a hose at the starting line, connecting the fire truck’s water outlet to the coupling left by the first member, signal for water supply, then assist the first member by advancing the water gun forward.
The third and fourth members each carry two 65-millimeter hoses, following the first and second members to the 35-meter point.
The third member will unfurl the two hoses, assist the first and second members in extending the hose to the obstacle area, and cross the single log bridge together to the 65-meter mark.
The fourth member extends the position again by crossing the fire block zone with two hoses, then ascends the training tower’s second floor to spray water.
The second assault team will perform the same procedures synchronously, providing cover fire in echelon!
A total of eight people, plus one commander! Of course, there’s also a hidden member who controls the fate of the entire drill—the driver!
The biggest difficulty of this drill lies in the fact that as soon as you start your operations, the driver will start pressurizing the hose to match the water!
So, once the hose is over the bridge, you have no chance to make mistakes—if any coupling doesn’t keep up, or becomes disconnected, once the water pressure comes up, there’s no chance for correction!
Moreover, when crossing the bridge, you must hold tight to the hose in your hand! Don’t hesitate for even a moment! If it falls, you must still grab the hose to cushion the fall!
Do not let go of the hose out of fear of involving your teammates! Wearing combat uniforms, a single person falling is much worse than a group of people falling! There’s at least a buffer between comrades!
One of my soldiers now has to go to the hospital regularly for treatment of an ankle fracture!
This drill is about racing against the water pumps controlled by the driver! Water will constantly chase behind you; the hose must be kept running throughout! If it stops, consider it a failure! Did you hear me clearly?"
Eight soldiers clad in their firefighting combat suits, facing the direction of the sun, their expressions resolute, shouted at attention, "Heard clearly!"
That’s the way with the troops, no matter what’s said, listen clearly first.
After that, Zhang Yang chuckled and said, "Squad Leader... maybe you should repeat that?"
Hao Chengbin laughed and responded, "No problem, if you didn’t hear clearly, you’ll understand once you try it out there.
Anyway, your spot is intended for training up a First-class soldier. If you can’t handle it, it’ll be easy to switch someone else and end your training."
Zhang Yang’s face turned dark.
Everyone else laughed.
This Squad Leader Hao truly lived up to his reputation of being insufferably irritating!
(The third Chapter will be posted before 12 o’clock noon, increasing the post count. I had a tough time yesterday with one Chapter that got blocked; didn’t sleep well all night, just started writing the third Chapter.)
