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?

The bare shooting range was symbolically cordoned off with barbed wire and a few warning signs.


But the captain said that as long as the Military Management Area sign was there, let alone entering, if anyone dared to linger with a camera, they could be dragged into the squadron for a "tea talk."


If we're getting strict, even writing in a notebook at the entrance wasn't allowed.


When the captain spoke, he did so with a certain sense of superiority.


On this front, the People's Armed Police really did have some confidence.


The Firefighting forces actually had it too, except it was all hung up at the Detachment's entrance, but if the common people really came, even if they brought cameras, they couldn't just arrest them, right?


But... what about it? We're people-friendly!


"Brother, let me tell you about this gun!"


As soon as the captain arrived at the cover and began teaching, Fang Huai immediately became serious.


Chapter 167: Returning from Target Practice