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?

With the sound of the wake-up whistle, the grueling Monday began.


The new recruits had already started, each holding a large mop, lined up together to mop the garage.


Four large mops combined were one and a half meters wide. After about a dozen back-and-forth sweeps by four people, the garage floor could be covered once. After twice, with a proper cleanup of the nooks and crannies, the garage would be considered mopped.


Han Yong walked with a limp, his face showing a kind of despair that suggested life wasn't worth it, and his movements were sluggish.


Fang Huai saw that because of Han Yong's slow movements, the "mop army" left a gap in the trail of water they were leaving behind.


His obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.


Fang Huai patted Han Yong's thigh, causing him to make a "hissing" sound.


Han Yong was almost in tears, "What are you doing! It hurts!"


Chapter 107: Did you send two to Squad Leader Fang?