Chapter 1942

If the peak goes up, there is basically no danger.

To tell the truth, they don't want to go up because they are afraid of danger.

Now Zhang Feng has basically relieved these concerns as soon as he goes up.

Chang sun Chong understood in his heart and showed a malicious smile: "if we go up, what about the heavy armor and light riding you promised before?"

This reminds Chumo. He looks at Zhang Feng and hurriedly says, "yes, do you still honor what you promised?"

Zhang Feng smiled and thought that these guys would really take advantage of the fire. Just now he couldn't say it. Now when he heard that he was going to go, he immediately came back with thick skin, but it's understandable. After all, he promised these guys, so he had to say, "cash it, or not?"

"Come on, who doesn't? I'm anxious with him."

Chumo stares at them with his right hand held high, as if this was meant for them.

In fact, the eldest sun Chong was also happy. All the peaks went up. That doesn't mean there's no danger. He can ride a light horse in vain. A fool won't go up. He quickly raised his right hand and looked like Chumo: "I'll go too. If anyone doesn't go up, I'll do him now."

Now Du Gou is left alone. He doesn't want to go up. This heavy armor and light riding have nothing to do with himself. Why go up?

Although it should be dangerous above, it's cold. It's enough to think about the cold wind.

However, Chumo and Chang sun Chong look like they are going to eat people. He swallows his refusal and has to say yes: "let's go."

Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction: "OK, I really didn't read you wrong."

As soon as the voice fell, Ma Zhou and Hao Chujun stumbled back.

They were panting with silk and many sandbags.

Hao Chujun stepped forward quickly, threw down the sandbag in his hand and gasped: "mentor, I've got something back."

Zhang Feng nodded and glanced at the materials: "now start to prepare, we must hurry up."

After that, he glanced at the slanting sun. The winter passed very fast. It was approaching Youshi. It was estimated that it would be dark soon. He had to speed up, so he looked at Chumo and others: "you work together and try to finish it before dark."

Chumo and others have nothing to say. They quickly go up to help. Within a moment, the hot-air balloon is made again.

Ma Zhou looked at Zhang Feng and said seriously, "mentor, the hot-air balloon has been prepared. This time the students checked it three times and there is absolutely no problem."

"Yes."

Zhang Feng nodded and then pointed to the sandbags on the ground: "put the sandbags on, how many, and if there are other weights, you can also put them on."

Ma Zhou nodded and put all the sandbags on one by one.

Zhang Feng looked at it. Seeing that everything was ok, he took the lead in getting on the hot-air balloon, and then looked at Chumo and others: "come up, too."

Chumo and others see that everything is all right, and Fengzi has gone up, so they slowly set foot on the hot-air balloon.

Zhang Feng glanced at Ma Zhou and said, "untie the hemp rope."

Ma Zhou nodded and then untied the hemp rope.

Soon, the hot-air balloon began to float slowly. I don't know whether it was due to sandbags or other reasons. This time, it rose very slowly.

Chumo and others have no fear. It seems that they are not afraid of anything with Fengzi as an amulet. They lie on the side of the basket and enjoy the beauty of the underground.

Zhang Feng is not so leisurely. He went to heaven this time to record the general deviation of the hot-air balloon's rise and fall affected by the air flow, so as not to accidentally float into the distance next time.

The hot-air balloon rose higher and higher, slowly passing through the clouds in the air. After a quarter of an hour, it stopped in the air and shook very little.

Zhang Feng stood up and glanced underground. He had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery. His pen still didn't stop.

"Iron bull, how many miles do you say we are from the ground now?"

He turns to Chumo and others. In fact, he has some points in his mind, but he is still a little uncertain, so he wants to ask these guys.

Chumo looked at him and wondered, "are you full? What do you care?"

Zhang Feng doesn't like to hear that.

The height of a hot-air balloon is related to the gas in it.

More gas is easy to rise, less is easy to fall fast.

This guy has this attitude on such an important thing?

And most importantly, hot-air balloons can be used in military and agriculture in the future.

Height is very important.

But it was hard to explain with these guys, and he didn't intend to explain.

He waved his hand and said with a straight face, "don't care what I do. First, see how many miles we are from the ground?"

Chumo glances at the ground and says slowly, "it should be two miles."

With that, he looked at his eldest son and raised his eyebrows: "insect, what do you say?"