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 Monday morning bugle call signaled the start of another sorrowful week for the Second Squadron.


In the early morning washroom, the dragging sounds of slippers, the rustling of water, and muffled conversations, accompanied by the noise of teeth brushing, soon filled the air.


"Fucking hell, how did the weekend pass so quickly?"


"Hey, it's Monday today, shouldn't the Brigade be having a meeting this afternoon?"


"Stop dreaming, Old Cao said we have three days of training. Even if there's a meeting, they'll find a way to make up the training time. Afterwards, they'll even say the meeting was a break, so dinner will be late today.


Damn, just sitting in the Brigade Conference room for two hours listening to Master He's droning on, only to come back to more training. I'd rather just do the training straight-up."


Fang Huai, unusually on time today, got up and entered the washroom.


Chapter 240: New Monday