Free Web NovelChapter 156: Chapter 112: Is there Something in the Combat Uniform?
This time, Fang Huai tossed it several times, letting Xiong Jie accurately record the score.
And once again, it was an eye-opener.
The first round was just a warm-up; the second round was even faster.
7.76 seconds.
The third round, 7.83 seconds.
In firefighter individual drill competitions, there are always two chances, because the error rate is high, and they fear one opportunity won’t reflect the true level.
But for Fang Huai, there seemed to be no such thing as an error; every attempt yielded good results.
In one afternoon, multiple attempts, not once did he exceed 8 seconds.
And this was merely limited to Fang Huai’s sprinting explosiveness; those two coils of hose in his hands were no more than the weight of one small modified hose and incredibly easy to handle.
Plus, with his nervous reaction speed, even if there were small issues during action transitions, he could resolve them quickly.
The Lv1 hose affinity, while not enough to give him complete control over the hose as if it were an extension of his arm, combined with his reaction and memory skills, the final effect was already quite exaggerated.
This score had even made Liu Jianfeng a bit withdrawn, his thoughts somewhat scattered.
The other three new recruits, under his instruction for an afternoon, none had been under ten seconds.
And the new recruits were not even wearing combat uniforms yet.
The new recruits were all very uncomfortable; this was without Fang Huai’s meticulous teaching!
Fortunately, Xiong Jie was observant and promptly went to the Squadron Department to report the situation.
One-man two-hose, although often used for new recruits’ assessments, old soldiers also regularly compete with it as it’s the basis for learning one-man three-hose and two-man five-hose later on, and it can demonstrate a firefighter’s control over the hose.
Further extensions simply complicate the drill and increase the load.
Those who can finish one-man two-hose in under eight seconds, even among old soldiers, are outstanding talents.
When Xiong Jie returned to his squad, he pulled Fang Huai aside at the door and asked, "What other drills do you know?"
Fang Huai, who had no intention to hide his skills, chuckled, went to the study room, took out the "Essential Handbook for Firefighters" from the bookshelf in the corner of the wall, and handed it to Xiong Jie.
"Squad leader, from page 1 to page 33, I know them all."
He had truly read this book. With his memory, although he couldn’t recite the text, along with his experience, understanding and remembering was not a problem.
Xiong Jie opened the book, feeling like his throat was clogged.
Page 33... isn’t that the last page of the hose drills??
"Rapid Water Deployment and Fire Control Drill, One Hundred Meters Ladder Attack Drill... you know all these?"
These were drills for seven or more people!
Each person has at least three tasks in the entire drill, and everyone learns them gradually through practice, not by reading a book!
Moreover, the procedures that are well-mastered are usually just for their own role; to master them all, that’s work for the Commander and squad leaders!
Fang Huai nodded, "Yes, should be no problem, but just the standard procedures. I don’t know the little tricks specific to each position."
Those things skated on the edge of the rules, and sometimes time-saving motions were devised based on the competition setting.
Like when the People’s Armed Police and People’s Liberation Army practice the four hundred meters obstacle, while crawling through low stake nets, if the nets are separate ropes, you can lift your butt higher for more speed, and it’s fine to touch the net.
But if the low stake nets are made of barbed wire, try lifting your backside then.
If you don’t end up snagging a chunk of flesh, then you’re lucky to have worn thick underwear.
Xiong Jie, flipping through the book, said incredulously, "You know all the standard procedures? What about the setting up of the drill field?"
Fang Huai smiled, "Squad leader, if I didn’t even understand how the drill area is set up, how could I say I know it?"
That statement alone—were he to voice it—would have at least twenty squad leaders in this building wanting to punch him.
Xiong Jie... it’s just that Xiong Jie has a good temper.
These details are both smelly and lengthy; for a more complex drill, even the Detachment assessment team, if they haven’t set it up for a while, would need to consult the book to set up the field.
Remember all of it??
"How could anyone remember all that?" Xiong Jie frowned.
When it came to memory, Fang Huai felt more confident:
"Squad leader, I’ve memorized all the regulations and ordinances. Squad Leader Hao said, if you can’t memorize the regulations and ordinances, what kind of..."
Fang Huai, seeing Xiong Jie’s eyes growing wider, stopped mid-sentence, clearing his throat before continuing,
"Squad leader, I really do remember them. If you don’t believe me, test me."
"Then let it be the One Hundred Meters Ladder Attack Drill," Xiong Jie still dubious, then closed the book and placed his hands behind his back.
Fang Huai’s eyes widened, "Squad leader... I said I knew it, I didn’t say I could recite it! At least... ask me something?"
Xiong Jie also felt awkward, thought for a moment, and then said, "Tell me about the Number One Staff’s procedure!"
Fang Huai thought for a moment, then began, "Number One Staff... after hearing the start command at the starting line, lays out one coil of 65 hoses..."
...
minutes later, Xiong Jie, shaking his head with his hands clasped behind his back, holding the book, left the Second Squad and headed for the Squadron Department.
Murmurs echoed in the hallway.
"Freak, freak..."
Xiong Jie knocked on the door and went straight into the Squadron Department, saw Cao Yi lounging on the couch, and said eagerly:
"Instructor Cao, he said it, he knows all the hose drills in the reference book."
As he spoke, he handed over the "Essential Handbook for Firefighters" to him.
At the words "knows all," Cao Yi straightened up immediately and took the book.
Ye Jiahong, who was in front of the computer, also stood up to take a closer look and was shocked:
"Damn, this is the new edition that came out last year, right? There are some new drills here I haven’t even looked at yet!"
Cao Yi was in no hurry, looked up and frowned, "Did you test him?"
Xiong Jie nodded, "I asked about seven or eight drills, and he didn’t miss a single one."
"What about the practical operation?" Cao Yi continued.
"He said... most of them are no problem."
Cao Yi’s breathing quickened, and he stood up, "Can they all reach the standard of one man, two hoses? Impossible, right?"
Xiong Jie’s face twitched when he heard this.
What standard is Fang Huai’s one man, two hoses?
7.76 seconds! And it’s the kind of score that’s very stable!
If he were the commanding officer, sending someone to the martial arts competition, even if someone accidentally hit 7.2 seconds, he’d prefer to train Fang Huai a bit more, aiming to break below 7.5 seconds before entering the competition, to achieve a score that’s more in line with expectations!
Everyone reaching this level? That’s too much, isn’t it??
Xiong Jie immediately stopped his sci-fi brain supplement and said, "That wasn’t mentioned, just that they will... I think it should be impossible, one man, two hoses, after all, it’s just the most basic."
After listening to this, Cao Yi, although somewhat relaxed, still felt it was a bit exaggerated.
He glanced at Ye Jiahong and lifted his chin, "What do you think? Should we speed up the pace a bit?"
Ye Jiahong stroked his chin and looked towards Xiong Jie, "How about the other three new recruits? How do you feel about them?"
"Apart from Han Yong... all have good foundations. Although Xiao Haishan is a bit weak on the horizontal bar, his carrying capacity and explosive power are stronger than Song Lin’s. I think we can move up the training schedule a bit."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiahong also smiled and nodded:
"That’s for sure, this kid’s physique, he’s shaped just like he’s made for the four hundred meter supply evacuation. When I first came down to the squadron, I thought this kid might be the strongest one in the future.
But I really didn’t expect that this Fang Huai, one step faster than the next, eh, Xiong Jie, why don’t you ask him if he wants to be a cadre? I’ll let him be the captain of the squadron."
Hearing this, Cao Yi rarely smiled:
"Let him try being in charge for a couple of days, with his learning ability, you might be able to step aside after he gets familiar for a couple of days, and then you can go to the combat class and be a squad leader."
"Hahaha, I’d be begging for it! So I wouldn’t have to be ordered around by you every day!"
...
Two twenty.
A burst of whistle signals.
"Everyone, at two thirty, get in training uniform, combat uniform on the vehicle, stadium, soccer!!"
After two seconds of silence throughout the building, there was a burst of cheers.
The four new recruits were sweeping leaves in the first-floor garage, heard the sound, and stood straight, looking bewildered.
Song Lin was the first to gleam with excitement, asking around, "Soccer? Did someone just say soccer??"
Fang Huai smiled, patted Song Lin’s head, and said, "Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of chances to play soccer in the future; you might even get into the detachment league."
Before he finished speaking, Squad Leader Xiao Hei had already come downstairs with an excited face and said loudly:
"Fang Huai, you guys, help load the Number 7 to 12 combat suits into the equipment cabinet of vehicle number 1! We’re going out for soccer!" freewёbnoνel.com
"Yes, squad leader!"
The new recruits were a bit excited; it was their first chance to see the outside world.
The outside world... it’s been so long since I’ve been there! Last time it was the military inspection!
Fang Huai was relatively calm, knowing that the routine training and activities of the special duty were likely similar to those he experienced in the previous county squadron.
Everyone packed the combat uniforms neatly and placed them on the vehicle.
If there’s a call during the trip, they could directly get into the combat uniforms and get on the vehicle to head to the scene.
Fang Huai felt a slight inhumane desire in his heart.
If there’s a call on the way, and he followed to work on the alert or something, could he also mix in some military merit value?
Only 7 points left, ah!
"Eh? What’s this? There’s something in this combat uniform?"
Not far away, Han Yong was holding the Number 8 combat suit, feeling and feeling again, with a puzzled look on his face.
"General Han, don’t make a mountain out of a molehill, those are fireproof gloves! Hurry up and get the stuff on the vehicle!" Song Lin urged excitedly.
"That’s not right! It feels like money! Has some squad leader left it behind in the combat suit? If it gets wet during a police dispatch, that would be such a waste!"
Listening, Fang Huai was stunned and couldn’t help but interject:
"Damn, that pocket, if it doesn’t get soaked, won’t get wet!
General Han, your family is so rich, and yet you’re such a miser. You really won’t be poor in your second half of life!"
"What if it drops out? That’s wasteful!" Han Yong said, as he opened the sealed pocket and scooped out the content.
It was a greaseproof paper package, wrapping something inside.
The new recruits were all curious and came forward to have a look.
"That’s a letter! Put it back quickly! The Number 8 combat suit belongs to Squad Leader Zhao, he has a very short temper! If he sees it later, you guys are going to get a beating!"
The voice of Squad Leader Xiao Hei came from behind, startling the new recruits.
Han Yong quickly placed the greaseproof paper package back in the pocket, saying in fear, "Squad Leader, I didn’t touch it!"
"No worries, no worries, I’ll pretend I didn’t see! Just don’t rummage around in the future." Xiao Hei said with a grin, appearing very easy-going. freēwebnovel.com
"Squad Leader, why would a letter be in the combat uniform?"
Xiao Hei had already put his own combat suit on the vehicle and flashed a sunny smile.
"You’ll understand later on! You can write them too!"
But Fang Huai felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
He knew what that thing was.
In his previous life, during police dispatch, when comrades were assigned to particularly dangerous rescue scenes, some people would take out this thing from their combat suit pocket, hand it over to the cadres, and sometimes leave one or two more words.
Firefighters commonly have two things that everyone hopes never to use.
One is the distress signal device in the right upper pocket, which, when turned on and the person is immobile for 30 seconds on the ground, would emit a loud "beep beep beep" distress sound.
The other is this letter, the final letter home.
It’s also called a will.
