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 front-row seat occupied by Zhang Zhongting harbored silence for quite a while.


In his mind, there were only four words.


Firefighting drills, unlike those of the People's Liberation Army and the People's Armed Police, required everyone involved in the rescue operation to wear bulky combat uniforms. The rescue equipment varied in size; wearing a full set of combat gear alone was a significant burden, let alone carrying all that equipment. It wasn't possible to expect movement on foot so readily.


Moreover, the issue was mainly with the hypothetical enemy.


Firefighting is about rescue; there isn't a single firefighting drill that assumes operations need to be conducted under the guise of deception. Besides, with today's transportation environment, all roads lead to Rome, and there's simply no need for a forced march to be a part of the exercise.


Chapter 325 You Go to the Vegetable Market