In camp, Zhang Tie's routine was as precise as the gears of a difference engine. When he went down the steps of his storm, the wake-up call of No. 46 air cavalry regiment had just been blown. Under the dim lamplight of fluorescent lamps in the camp, Stone trotted towards him from the playground.
"Morning, sir..."
Zhang Tie threw a glance at Stone. Closely after that, he nodded and walked towards the playground of the camp, followed by stone.
"Did you go to bed after 1 am last night?" Zhang Tie asked.
"Ahh, how do you know that, sir?" Stone scratched his head with an amazed look as he threw a surprised glance at Zhang Tie and explained, "I didn't see anybody over the tumbling frame last night; therefore, I practiced alone for a while..."
