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?

Fang Huai didn't bother with room inspections for the training team tonight, mainly because there was still evening exercise after lights-out, and he was too lazy to endure those disdainful looks.


Those guys had just been rattled again, and the crazy talk he'd spouted off earlier was probably spreading through the training team by now.


Getting up at night, that was Cao Yi's job; as a new recruit, he should sleep soundly, waiting for the instructor to come over and tuck him in.


Fang Huai fell asleep with that satisfying thought.


Morning arrived with a clear sky and a gentle breeze.


At seven in the morning, after a light rain had fallen, breathing in the air felt as refreshing as biting into a cold orange during a shower.


And it was a rapid refreshment, one breath after another.


Because the new recruits were all running.


Chapter 155: Scapegoat Fee