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?

When he came out, Captain Hu of the Southwest Training Team pulled Fang Huai aside and inquired about the equipment they had brought.


The equipment they had with them had almost all broken down in the past two days; out of the two hydraulic breaching toolkits, only the engines were still working.


Fang Huai and his team hadn't brought much heavy equipment, but they had brought almost all the personal gear they could carry in the vehicles of the two squadrons, and there was quite a lot of it.


Captain Hu borrowed two rescue jacks from him.


Fang Huai knew they had a heavy workload and agreed but couldn't help asking with curiosity, "How did you manage to bring in two engines?"


Captain Hu gave a mysterious smile and patted Fang Huai's shoulder:


"When you join the training team, you'll be taught."


You're acting like a foreign guest here, as if the training team is something special. When I get there, I'll kick your shop around.


Chapter 288: This is Beichuan