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 dark building, its silhouette illuminated by the lights of the guard pavilion, housed a drooping, dozing head that was neither fat nor thin, with a slight double chin—it was the successfully slimmed-down General Han.


Standing guard and keeping watch, sitting on duty and sneaking in sleep—this was the spirit, the long-missed Squadron.


The first scene at the gate gave them the feeling of returning home.


Unfortunately, there wasn't a single officer in the car who could stealthily drape an epaulette-adorned coat over him and then relish his horrified expression upon waking up.


—Even if there was, with fewer stars, it would hardly intimidate General Han.


The little fat guy in the pavilion shook, lifted his head, and was blinded by the strong headlights of Car 1.


His eyes, gradually filled with terror.


Chapter 301: Squadron, My World