It can only be said that Zhuang Yan underestimated the difficulty of every skill in wild survival.

The absence of matches meant that fire could only be obtained by other means.

Without the sun, there would be no ghostly convex mirror to make fire.

Not to mention that no one has anything like a convex mirror on them.

Another is to use the battery of the flashlight and the small lamp beads to make fire. After the glass of the small lamp bead is broken, the propellant of the bullet is filled in it. After the power is turned on, the propellant will be ignited.

There is also the use of pencil lead as a conductor. After the battery is energized, the pencil lead will burn as red as a heating wire, and it can also ignite.

Unfortunately, no flashlight, no battery.

It seems that the instructors who taught the brigade to set up this field survival subject did not intend from the beginning to allow the students to easily handle the subject of making fire.

For the rest, there are only a few of the most primitive ways to remove fire.

One of them is called striking a stone to make a fire. As the name suggests, it strikes each other with stones to trigger sparks, so that the sparks fall on the ignition medium and ignite.

However, the success rate of this primitive method of making fire can only be described as "sad".

Zhuang Yan, Xu Xingguo, and Zhang Pengfei found some hay, carefully tore them into thin strips and piled them into a pile, then went to the river to pick up pebbles and knocked on them for 20 minutes.

There was no movement on the pile of hay.

The occasional little spark from the rock strike was not enough to ignite the hay strands.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but wonder if the teachers in the theory class were fooling him.

"No, this thing can't be done, the solution won't work, if it goes on like this, I'm destined to eat compressed biscuits tonight."

For dinner, anyone would like to have some warm rice.

Everyone has a pound of rice, two taels a day for five days apart, compressed biscuits at noon, rice and wild vegetables at night, this food distribution plan seems perfect, and it seems that there is no "survival" dilemma at all.

However, in practice, Zhuang Yan found that he was still too naive.

It is not feasible to make fire by hitting rocks, and everyone has concentrated their ideas on making fire by drilling wood.

In the theory class, the instructor taught one of the most effective ways to make fire by drilling wood - bow drilling to make fire.

The method is also very simple, use strong branches or bamboo pieces, and tie the shoelaces of camouflage shoes or liberation shoes to make a bow. Wrap a dry forefinger-sized stick around the bow and use it to spin quickly over a piece of dry hardwood.

In this way, a lot of black powder will be drilled out. Finally, due to the long-term friction, high heat will be generated, and the black powder will spark. It can be ignited by blowing it gently and putting a little hay on it.

The three bury their heads in discussion and decide to give it a try.

This method took another twenty minutes.

It turned out that some sawdust came out, but the wind in the mountains was a bit strong. It had just accumulated a little, and it was scattered when the wind blew it.

What's more terrible is that the black sawdust that is touched out is not as much as the theoretical knowledge, and it is not enough to smoke.

"Fuck!"

Zhuang Yan grinded his hands to the point of cramping, and sat down beside him in a dejected manner.

"No, Lao Xu, come here!"

Xu Xingguo went up and grinded for more than ten minutes. While grinding, he said to himself, "No way! No movement!"

He looked around irritably.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and there are more and more people at the gathering point of the brigade.

There are already fires in some places.

It appears that someone has succeeded.

"It seems to be Class 8 over there. I'll go over there and take a look." Zhuang Yan said, "To learn from the scriptures."

He thought of Wang Dazui.

This fellow is a veteran, and the entire eighth class is almost all veterans.

It seems that there are really some differences between recruits and veterans.

When Zhuang Yan arrived at the eighth class, he found Wang Dazui who was blowing with his cheeks bulging by the smoke-scattering stove.

"Big mouth!"

"Yo! It's solemn!"

"Are you on fire here?"

"Just kidding, didn't you see it?" Wang Dazui pointed to the smoke-scattering stove proudly.

Zhuang Yan stretched out his head to look, and sure enough, a large flame had already ignited in the stove.

"What method did you use to light it? Wouldn't it be a lighter?" said solemnly.

Wang Dazui jumped out of the pit in front of the smoke-scattering stove, and said to Zhuang Yan with a smile: "Are you stupid? Our squad leader is watching, I could have lit it with a lighter."

Zhuang Yan looked in the direction he was looking at, and sure enough he saw the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun sitting on the ground, including the old seventh Luo Xiaoming and the ninth squad leader Pei Quan. Several squad leaders seemed to be burning fire and preparing to cook and eat.

"Damn it! The squad leaders use lighters, but we can't use them." Zhuang Yan couldn't help complaining.

Wang Dazui said, "Cough! Stop talking, practitioners have no human rights!"

"Dazui, what method did you use to make the fire?" said solemnly, "I'm going to drill through that piece of wood, but it still won't work."

Wang Dazui said, "Idiot? It's very difficult to make fire by drilling wood, so I don't need to work so hard."

"Don't be so rude, tell me quickly, otherwise our class won't be able to eat dinner tonight."

Wang Dazui stretched out **** and clamped them.

"You son of a bitch, you still need cigarettes when you're so cooked?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help but kill him.

"Why do you talk like that, you are all comrades in arms, what's wrong with giving a cigarette?" Wang Dazui said shamelessly.

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to give him a cigarette. When taking the cigarette, he looked at his lighter and couldn't help but say, "If it wasn't for the **** Seventh, I would light it now."

"I can tell you, don't be impulsive, otherwise your field survival score will be zero, and it will not look good when the graduation transcript is stuffed into your file." Wang Dazui said, "Go and try to make fire with rattan."

"The rattan?" said solemnly: "Which method will be faster?"

"Of course!" Wang Dazui was sure, "You recruits are stupid, don't you have any idea which method is better? Do you have to try them one by one?"

Knowing the method of making fire from Wang Dazui's mouth, Zhuang Yan did not dare to delay for a moment.

If everyone else came back from looking for food, and the fire couldn't start on my own side, I would be embarrassed.

In fact, there are also teaching materials about making fire with rattan, but Zhuang Yan thinks that method may not be reliable.

Unexpectedly, Wang Dazui used this method to get fire.

"Old Xu, find a piece of wood that is dry enough, and make it thicker!" Back at his own site, Zhuang Yan quickly explained to Xu Xingguo, "The big mouth uses rattan to make fire!"

Xu Xingguo was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Okay, then go get the rattan!"

Zhuang Yan grabbed a military machete and ran into the woods with Xu Xingguo.

Since it hasn't rained these two days, the dry trunk is still easy to find, and the dry rattan is also quick to find.

Back at the campsite, Zhuang Yan quickly broke the wood in half with a machete, then used a pebble to support the gap, and stuffed the crack in the trunk with hay.

Then, he stepped on both ends of the tree trunk with his two feet, used the cane to cross the gap in the trunk, grabbed one end of the cane with one hand, and started to pull up and down.

The rattan squeaked, and the dry sawdust and the vine bark on the rattan began to fall off, mixed with some hay debris.

Ten minutes later, Xu Xingguo, who had been staring at the wood, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Laozhuang, there seems to be a play!"

"Is it on fire?" Zhuang Yan was already sweating profusely, and felt that both his hands were hot, and it was really exhausting to twitch the rattan quickly, but when he heard Xu Xingguo saying there was a drama, he suddenly became energetic again.

"Not yet, but it seems to be smoking a bit." Xu Xingguo said, "Would you like to replace me?"

"No, I'm afraid that after I stop..." said Zhuang Yan, "it will get cold again."

He started pulling the cane back and forth desperately.

Suddenly, the rattan snapped and broke!

"Damn it!" Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded. He only cut one cane just now, but he forgot to cut one more.

Now, before the fire is lit, the rattan is broken first.

Go to the rattan again, and then start over again...

Almost desperate, he stepped aside and squatted down.

Done.

I really have to drink cold water tonight and eat compressed biscuits...

In the distance, Luo Xiaoming kept staring at Zhuang Yan, and when he saw the rattan break, he couldn't help shaking his head, smiled and said to the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun next to him: "A recruit is a recruit, and he always thought that it was really easy to survive in the wild. Woolen cloth."

Qian Zhongjun opened a box of canned food with the bayonet of an 81 automatic rifle, put it on the fire, and said, "It's only the first day, the freshness is still there, and it's only 40 kilometers away, and now it's just the periphery of the mountain, tomorrow they will start It's not that easy anymore."

Pei Quan, the ninth squad leader, said, "Our brigade doesn't even give matches. Is it too much for the recruits?"

"Strictly demanding, we didn't have any matches back then, didn't we?" Luo Xiaoming said.

Qian Zhongjun suddenly said: "Huh? Look at—"

Luo Xiaoming looked in the direction Qian Zhongjun pointed, and found that it was solemn.

At this moment, Zhuang Yan did not squat on the ground and sigh, but lay down beside the wood and blew into the cracks of the wood.

"Lao Xu, hurry up and bring me more hay! It's going to catch fire!"

Qian Zhongjun looked at Luo Xiaoming and said with a smile, "Don't talk about it, those recruits under your command are okay! The fire is on."

Luo Xiaoming poked a sharpened branch into the can, picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

When Zhuang Yan was desperate just now, Xu Xingguo, who had been observing the progress, suddenly shouted, "I see Mars!"

Majestic jumped from the ground violently and lay down in front of the tree trunk.

In the line of sight, some sparks have really appeared in the hay in the cracks, although not many, but there are.

In the darkness of nightfall ~lightnovelpub.net~ this little bit of Mars is so dazzling, Zhuang Yan feels that this is the most beautiful color he has ever seen.

The hay arrived quickly and the fire started to burn.

Majestic watched the lovely elf-like flames beating in the stove of the smoke-scattering stove, slumped on the ground, and almost collapsed.

During the day, only ate two compressed biscuits.

Although the package of this thing is written with various rich ingredients, only two small biscuits support the 40-kilometer mountain road, and the ferocious operation here is already exhausted.

He now feels that even if a cow is placed in front of him, it can be eaten.

The smoke-scattering stove was also completed, and the tent was set up. It was up to the group of Wang Jie and Zhang Jinhao who were in charge of finding food to bring back some surprising things.

If now, you can catch a hare, pheasant, teal, etc., it is really beautiful!