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?

Five minutes later, the leaders of the detachments and big teams that participated arrived at the first-floor hall of the Cultural Palace.


The squadron leaders and soldiers who took part in the seven-story firefighting felt some unease in their hearts.


They were the only ones who had not completed the task successfully.


In the history of the detachment exercises, such an incident had never occurred; they only remembered constantly reloading their guns and increasing the pressure, frantically spraying water at the seventh floor.


Today, they probably would have to endure a harsh critique.


The observation group was really inconsiderate, what does "far from reaching the standards" mean?


Zhang Zhongting looked down at the scene, but his face showed no anger. Seeing everyone gathered, he loudly began to organize the troops:


Chapter 217: Exercise Failure