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 factory, I endured a long night shift.


These seven words, when expanded upon, detail tens of thousands of words worth of staggering operational content.


There was the crafting of scaffolds, vertical demolition to breach the factory's third floor, slope rescues, and horizontal confined space rescues...


There was a late-night snack, and also a bout of rain.


Rain manually arranged by the Director Group.


In June, when the weather is fickle and the night brings a significant temperature drop to just over ten degrees, the Director Group at the coldest time around two or three in the morning, churned out three guns—water guns in a mist setting—that soaked us all like drenched chickens.


Chapter 346 How Difficult It Is to Be Down-to-Earth