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 light at the excavation site flickered on and off.


"It's been an hour or so, how come they still haven't arrived?"


Fang Huai straightened up from the rubble, noticing that the two flashlights set up on either side were on their last legs, dimming, and couldn't help but ask.


"Probably got scared," Zhang Yang chuckled, then turned to the side and said, "Come on, let's lift this slab."


Zhang Yang rarely experienced the satisfaction of having people working under him, and he was full of enthusiasm. He had cleared a lot of debris in this area, which is why he was able to detect the sound beneath his feet.


The soldiers of the People's Liberation Army cooperated fully, with three of them quickly joining him to grip a stone slab weighing around a hundred pounds.


Just as they began to move it outwards, the ground suddenly shook.


"Steady! Slowly let it down!" Zhang Yang yelled.


Chapter 290: Rescue, Heading towards the Low Valley