Free Web NovelChapter 148: Chapter 104: Post-War Summary in the Cafeteria
The speed kept increasing.
Fang Huai, Song Lin, and Xiao Haishan were all at the same level when it came to running, managing to barely keep up.
But Han Yong was already gasping for air, unable to catch his breath.
Liu Jianfeng, who was leading the new recruits alone today, had no choice but to look after Han Yong at the back. He ran up behind Han Yong, urging him on as he shouted.
"Pick up the pace! Speed up your steps! What is this, a leisurely stroll?"
Clutching his waist, Han Yong felt as though his lungs were about to burst:
"Squad leader... aren’t we going back?"
"Go back? The world is round! You want to return the way we came?" Liu Jianfeng couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
By now, Han Yong understood that they were running in a large loop, so he continued to heave breaths, his face crumpled.
"Then... then squad leader... how much farther do we have to go?"
"How much farther? Just look when we get to the next intersection!"
After turning at an intersection, they finally spotted traces of their squadron.
There was at least 560 meters to go. From here onward, there were no traffic lights or crossroads, and if they continued on this road, they would reach Special Duty.
Liu Jianfeng roared, "The ones ahead, stop looking around. Sprint freely along the edge of the road at your fastest speed back to the squadron!"
Damn, I’m totally spent, and you still want me to sprint.
None of the three were dumb mutts that would just blindly run when let loose.
They were like three exhausted border collies.
All of them eyeing each other, sending signals through their glances.
You sprint.
You sprint first.
Why the hell aren’t you sprinting?
If those in the back aren’t even here yet, what’s the point of sprinting?
Liu Jianfeng, who was at the back, originally planned to "escort" the last in line Han Yong back to the squadron. Seeing this standstill, he became possessed by a Tibetan mastiff’s spirit.
He sped up, screaming, "I told you to sprint, so sprint! Whoever I catch up with will do three hundred push-ups when we get back to the squadron!"
Woof!
All three border collies took off.
Immediately, the strongest and the weakest could be distinguished.
Song Lin was first, followed closely by Fang Huai, while Xiao Haishan was quickly left trailing behind.
Fang Huai’s leg strength wasn’t actually that great; he was about the same level as Xiao Haishan over five kilometers. It was just that after a slow run, his organ function allowed him to recover faster than the others.
Moreover, after core strength enhancement, not only had his stamina increased slightly, but his leg strength had also improved.
After running just over three hundred meters, under the intense sprint, the feeling of fatigue returned to his legs.
He was quickly left behind by Song Lin.
That sensation... his entire legs were tensing up.
Glancing behind, Liu Jianfeng was only twenty to thirty meters away, about to catch up.
With a loud shout, "If I can make it, I’m Yang Liulang, if not, it’s mutton soup for me!" Fang Huai picked up the pace again.
Liu Jianfeng, who was trailing behind, was astounded.
He looked like he couldn’t handle it, and yet he still had the energy to shout?
Seems he’s not quite there yet!
In fact, last night Liu Jianfeng had noticed that Fang Huai’s leg strength during squats wasn’t great, but it was a bit mysterious: running didn’t seem to bother him much, he could still shout a bit, it’s just that he wasn’t fast.
This means his stamina was completely fine!
So the problem was with his legs?
Could it be like Qi Xiaohui, having flat feet? Flatfoot?
Qi Xiaohui was trained harshly during his first year because of his slight flatfoot condition.
But later the captain arranged for someone to buy him a pair of supportive insoles and corrected his running posture, gradually, his advantage over five kilometers began to show.
His abilities on the parallel bars were the worst, but over five kilometers, he was the fastest and most stable.
Flatfoot, where the arch is relatively flat, can cause pain during intense short-distance running, making one slow.
But in long-distance running, where there’s less stress on muscles and joints and the muscles of the foot are developed, stability is strong. After the running posture is correctly adjusted, endurance is particularly good.
The situation is too similar to Fang Huai’s right now.
However, if it’s flatfoot, training will be tough.
In the Grand Martial Arts Competition, there are many sprinting events. If you can’t increase your speed, no matter how good your endurance, it won’t matter.
And many ladder climbing events require the power of the toes, where arch function is especially important.
This issue... should I tell the squadron?
Liu Jianfeng had his doubts, slowing his run and arriving at the squadron a few seconds after Fang Huai.
As he entered, he saw Fang Huai massaging his legs and rotating his ankles to relax.
The more he watched, the more it looked like it.
Thinking it over, Liu Jianfeng asked, "Fang Huai, does your foot hurt when you run?"
Fang Huai was taken aback.
The question was rather strange. They had just ran several hundred meters uphill and sprinted. Who wouldn’t have sore feet after running like that?
My whole leg hurts!
"A little, squad leader."
"Oh..." Liu Jianfeng felt more certain and pointed to a bench in the front yard, "Take off your shoes and socks and sit over there. Can I take a look?"
Fang Huai’s face crinkled, and nearby Song Lin was also puzzled.
Bracing his knees with both hands, Song Lin asked curiously, "Squad leader, what are you looking for?"
"I’m checking if your bones are suitable for running!" Liu Jianfeng responded without patience.
Oh? There’s something to that?
Fang Huai didn’t dawdle any further, sitting down at the bench and taking off his socks and shoes. He lifted his foot and asked, "Squad leader, can you see?"
Liu Jianfeng, with his hands behind his back, leaned in close.
Looking at it, it seemed quite normal.
He didn’t understand it very well either.
But last year when he took Qi Xiaohui to the hospital for a checkup, the doctor said that flat feet also come in degrees of severity.
Those with milder symptoms only feel it noticeably when they walk; as for Fang Huai’s... he didn’t know if his qualified.
After looking for a long time and not seeing any clues, he couldn’t help but reach out and touch the bottom of his foot.
Fang Huai tickled unbearably, but he had to hold on, his toes arching.
The base of his foot suddenly flattened.
Liu Jianfeng’s eyes widened.
Um... It does look like it!
Eighty percent psychological effect, twenty percent coincidence.
Liu Jianfeng confirmed in his mind and nodded.
At this moment, Song Lin also took off his socks and drew near Liu Jianfeng, giggling, "Squad leader, how’s Fang Huai’s? Take a look at mine, how is it?"
Liu Jianfeng was somewhat helpless, and it wasn’t right to "favor one over another," so he had no choice but to get closer and take a look.
Fang Huai moved his nose, felt something was off, and quickly put on his socks and shoes before leaving the bench.
Yesterday, Squad Leader Xiong asked everyone to introduce themselves at the squadron door, and Song Lin’s words were still fresh in his mind.
Liu Jianfeng’s expression also became tangled. Seeing that Liu Jianfeng wasn’t reacting, Song Lin nudged his foot toward his face.
That was the moment.
"Yue..."
Liu Jianfeng immediately covered his nose and mouth:
"Damn it! Holy shit! Song Lin! How long has it been since you washed your feet?!"
Song Lin immediately smiled sheepishly, "Squad leader, I liked to play soccer before I enrolled. I do have sweaty feet... I’ve washed them after getting back to the barracks, but they start to smell a bit after running."
"You call this a ’bit of a smell’? It’s because you’ve gotten used to the stench and can’t smell it anymore, right? Put on your socks, now!!"
...
An entire morning was spent washing the car, organizing the combat uniform platform, and hanging the aired combat uniforms in the drying room.
Fang Huai had also just found out that there is a drying room in the backyard of the squadron where wet clothes can dry in a few hours.
Liu Jianfeng taught the new recruits how to organize their combat uniforms, then told them:
In the future, when the police dispatch cars return, even if you’re sleeping, you need to gather downstairs, help the experienced soldiers organize their combat uniforms, clean used hoses from police dispatch, hang them in the backyard, and, once dry, store them properly.
These are among the menial tasks new recruits are expected to handle.
Moreover, those who did not go out on police dispatch must provide logistic support for those who did. This applies not just to new recruits, but to old soldiers as well. When members of the squadron go out on dispatch, the rest must take turns covering their duties, including helping them catch up on sleep after they return.
Having explained, Liu Jianfeng then changed clothes and went to stand guard.
...
By noon, the entire squadron slowly awakened.
The cadres took the opportunity to loudly discuss last night’s dispatch during lunch, saying it counted as an informal post-battle summary meeting.
Everyone chimed in with comments and contributions.
"What if we waited a few minutes when we arrived yesterday and asked the staff more questions about the layout? Could we have driven directly to their back door platform and set up a water gun position in the open space?"
"Yeah, the back door area is wide, close to the fire point, and we could have cooled off their building No. 2 right from the yard wall outside."
"That boss, too. It took him an hour or more to arrive as his factory was burning. If he had arrived earlier to guide us, couldn’t we have reduced the losses by hundreds of thousands at least?"
"Hey, we also have our mistakes. We should have clarified things. There were so many obstructions in front of their door, and the water jetting space was narrow. We should have looked for other platforms to enter from."
"We did ask, but the duty staff was a new employee, unaware of the back door route, and because he didn’t know where the key was, he feared he couldn’t be responsible for us breaking the door, so he deliberately didn’t mention it. We didn’t even know there were two entrances."
As the discussion continued, Cao Yi’s tone became stern:
"Zhao Jinchen, you also have issues with how you handled the situation. As the squad leader of the Firefighting Squad, in charge of Position One, you should have taken charge and helped everyone understand the situation! Why are you charging in with a water gun when you aren’t even staff number one?
Detecting signs of collapse, the possibility of an explosion? Not to mention all that, with such thick smoke, you can’t see the ground conditions. Qi Xiaohui was following you with the hose, and if I hadn’t pulled him back, he would have stepped on a nail sticking out of a board. How would that end?
And could combat boots protect from such long nails?"
"I was afraid we couldn’t reach the fire source!" Zhao Jinchen instinctively retorted before sighing and saying:
"It’s my fault."
Cao Yi sighed as well, "Technology is advancing, and the building, mechanical complexities in the cities are increasing.
In the future, this kind of reckless charging cannot be done. At a fire scene, unless there are people trapped, it’s better to spend more time getting a clear understanding of the situation.
Furthermore, we should take the time to thoroughly understand key units and flammable and explosive sites in our jurisdiction, conduct more drills, and focus our time on training. We are always thinking about achieving good results, neglecting the safety issues concerning everyone’s dispatch.
This matter is primarily our cadres’ responsibility."
Everyone fell into a somber silence.
The new recruits listened intently.
Especially Fang Huai, who contemplated every word they said, combining it with his past life’s experience, as if the fire scene was right before his eyes.
The four new recruits’ hearts filled with an added sense of urgency.
"Wanting to join in on dispatches, huh?" Xiong Jie clearly saw through the four quietly brooding new recruits’ thoughts.
All four nodded.
It was then that Xiong Jie smiled and said:
"When I first arrived, I felt the same as you guys. freewebnøvel.com
But you’ve just arrived at the squadron. Sending you out to dispatches now would be throwing you into a fire pit.
The real fire pit.
Do you know how high the temperature can get near a burning building?
If you go now, not only would you not be of any help, but a squad leader would also have to look after you.
You need to get familiar with the skills first, be assigned to a specific position and vehicle before you can enter a fire scene.
If not, what vehicle will you follow? After disembarking, what duties will you perform as staff number? If you’re unclear, you’ll only run around chaotically at the fire scene and cause trouble for others.
Study hard. You’re doing well, and the opportunity will come soon. But even when you go out on dispatch, you need to start from learning how to secure the area."
All four new recruits nodded, but the passion in their hearts remained undiminished: freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Don’t worry, squad leader! We definitely won’t run around! And we’re not afraid!"
"Heh, not running around is enough?" Liu Jianfeng mocked:
"It’s not just about having courage; you need capability too! Excess courage is even more problematic! Our squadron might have to shut down for three days to hold a memorial service for you!"
The four new recruits all cursed in their hearts after being doused with Liu Jianfeng’s cold water.
