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?

In front of the training tower, beside the parallel bars, it was practically Fang Huai's stage for showing off.


But it seemed there was some kind of skill limitation, you could only show off once a day.


Today, Fang JiuCha got promoted, but when climbing the training tower with a tire, he ended up twelfth in the squadron.


It wasn't an issue of strength, Fang Huai had just been careless and hadn't dodged.


When pulling the tire, he was only focused on training his muscles thoroughly, taking it slow.


As a result, the non-commissioned officers put in a lot of effort to regain some pride in training. Usually taking it leisurely, today they were pulling tires and gritting their teeth. The frequency of switching hands was as rapid as punching cream puffs, pulling the tires up so fast they were practically flying, quickly reaching the top.


Moreover, after everyone finished, they would deliberately ask:


Chapter 147: Comrade, which unit are you from?