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?

"Yawning and dawdling," that's just dilly-dallying, just doing yawning, doing heaps and heaps of dawdling.


The great private thinker Xu Sanduo once said this.


The last day of April, early in the morning.


"Staff Officer Fang, as the internal affairs staff officer of our squadron's Party branch, can you say that this sorry state of your blanket reflects your position?"


Ye Jiahong, along with several squad leaders who held duties, inspected the hygiene and internal affairs; they entered the Special Duty Squad, and the first thing they did was critique Fang Huai's blanket.


But Fang Huai stood by the window, looking out to the backyard of the squadron.


He felt he had no right to inspect internal affairs, so he idled by the window alone.


Actually, Fang Huai's blanket wasn't bad among the older soldiers; he had spent nearly half an hour on it most days recently, though it also wasn't outstanding.


Chapter 246: Pickup truck? Armored Car?