Mr. Big eats potatoes

[Military Fiction] [Light System] [Slice of Life]
Back then, the fire service was still a branch of the military.
Countless dreaming youths clutching steel guns were assigned to the firefighting forces that only used water guns and cannons.
Fang Huai, a seasoned firefighter, has been reborn? Of course, he's out for money!
Returning home, he found that even the camouflage bags from the Armed Forces Department had been brought back.
......
In an interview.
Fang Huai points to the myriad of Military Merit Medals on his chest.
"Each Military Merit Medal represents a step of my progress."
The reporter nods, "I understand the thrill of being rewarded, I was a soldier too!"
Fang Huai laughs and shakes his head: "No, you really don't understand."
......
This is a story about a military unit, but also a story about life.

After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Q: How many firefighters can a dummy knock out of commission?


At least the bright red, chubby one in front of them had already scored three knockouts in 30 minutes.


Fang Huai and two new recruits were already leaning on their lower backs gasping for air, no longer caring who had run an extra two hundred or four hundred meters; they just didn't want to touch that faceless dummy that seemed to be laughing at them.


In those thirty minutes, Fang Huai had deeply felt the prowess of the Provincial Special Duty Team; of the seven people who had showed up so far, none took longer than 1 minute and 35 seconds.


Within 1 minute 40 seconds is considered excellent performance.


These old soldiers were like showing off, barely setting down their equipment; sometimes they would start running even before the equipment had arrived, forcing them to bite the bullet and rush over, dropping the gear on the ground.


Chapter 84: If your legs don't work, it's hard to succeed!