After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 199: Chapter 150: You Have to Surpass Squad Leader Wen!

Fang Huai had worn the regulation inspector’s cap only once this morning.

Wearing that thing made everyone feel uneasy, and too much policing also invites resentment.

Regulation inspectors from each unit are indeed discharged a few days earlier than others, and this is not without reason.

The old soldiers are not ignorant of politics. The incident this morning was whispered about by everyone. Although it didn’t go as far as to restrain them, in the afternoon assembly, everyone who appeared in the corridor was no longer dressing while walking or even adjusting their belts.

The concentration training team assembled half an hour early, at two o’clock sharp.

Fang Huai followed the assembling troops, planning to take a look at everyone’s Internal Affairs one by one.

But as he reached Training Squad Two, he encountered Wen Jingsong, who was the last to come out.

Fang Huai hadn’t planned to bother with him, but when Wen Jingsong saw Fang Huai glance inside, he slammed the door shut.

Fang Huai frowned at him.

Wen Jingsong sneered, "Regulation inspection duties involve three ’maintenances’: the maintenance of military appearance and discipline, the maintenance of military vehicle traffic order, and the maintenance of traffic safety and the reputation and rights of the military.

Internal affairs management is the Squadron’s business.

What’s the matter, wearing a white cap and you forgot who you are?

I have acquaintances in the General Team Regulation Inspection Class; I just asked them about the inspector’s duties, and even they don’t make as much fuss as you do!

Wanting to manage everything, do you have that authority?"

Fang Huai had a clear idea in his mind, chuckled, and then with lightning speed, he pushed open the door and went straight inside, turning his head to say:

You want to talk to me about duties? Are you sure?

"Comrade, you asked the inspection class, but have you seen the regulations issued by the whole corps? What about item five of the management regulations issued by the whole corps, which states that training personnel are not allowed to carry mobile phones? How did you ask?

And also, the prohibition of alcohol consumption; these are all the reasons for having regulation inspection. I want to see if there is any contraband in the class, any problems with that?"

Wen Jingsong’s several encounters with Fang Huai were like driving a luxurious BMW on a complex highway, only to be overtaken by a Volkswagen.

Despite owning the more expensive car, he lacked the skill and daring of the other driver. He tried overtaking several times, nearly causing accidents each time.

When he drew close and looked again, damn it, the Volkswagen even had letters on its rear, just like his, a six-cylinder.

Lately, there were even signs of upgrading to eight cylinders.

Wen Jingsong really wanted to use his BMW’s size advantage to hit him, but he feared that his front might not be as solid as the other’s rear. Moreover, this bothersome Soldier rank had recently fitted a protective net on its backend, which would mean total destruction upon impact.

"Heh, how I got in touch is for you to find out, it’s none of my business.

Their mobile phones are hidden in the seams of their quilts. If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and confiscate them all."

After saying this, Wen Jingsong just stood there, silently watching Fang Huai.

Reverse the situation; I want to see how you’ll handle this.

If you really dare to confiscate the old soldiers’ phones, let’s see if they make a fuss about it.

But Fang Huai’s mind was much quicker, he just checked the internal affairs briefly and then pretended to be dumb, saying:

"I haven’t found anything! What’s up, you want to report it? Okay, you find it and I’ll take a look. The credit for discovering contraband goes to both of us."

Reporting comrades is far more serious than a regulation inspector enforcing the law impartially.

If you can report them, I dare to confiscate them all according to the list. fгeewebnovёl.com

Wen Jingsong was put on the spot, muttering a curse under his breath.

The two were stuck at the door, neither daring to do the infuriating deed.

Finally, they heard Chen Zhechang bellow from downstairs, "People upstairs! Why haven’t you come down yet?"

Wen Jingsong emitted a snort from deep inside his nostrils and turned to go downstairs.

Fang Huai followed him down but did not join the assembly. Instead, he stood inside the building, looking at the assembled troops outside.

After Wen Jingsong joined the assembly line, Chen Zhechang said discontentedly:

"Hurry up with the assembly next time! Don’t waste everyone’s time!" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Wen Jingsong, looking at the leisurely Fang Huai inside the building, swallowed his frustration but said nothing more.

This time, he was here for his own "upgrade."

Lately, he had clearly sensed the Squadron leadership’s passive attitude towards his promotion.

The whispers from the First Squadron Officers about how only those who excel in the Martial Arts Competition deserve promotion were becoming loud and clear.

His practice in tactics and skills was just average, and participating in the national Grand Martial Arts Competition would surely result in embarrassment. Practice in martial arts is not accomplished overnight; it takes months to master one complex maneuver.

Moreover, preparing the training ground was troublesome. A Squadron’s training schedule couldn’t just revolve around him. To practice intensely, he would need to join those strictly managed Instruction Teams or training teams.

And even then, with so many competitors, it’s hard to stand out in the national Grand Martial Arts Competition in just a year or two.

But this spring’s whole corps competition, emphasizing physical strength over skills, hit right at his strength.

Furthermore, He Zhijun was not around, and several other well-known strongmen from the whole corps had gone to Chongqing.

The chance for a good place had increased greatly. A high-ranking position in the whole corps competition would be a good addition to his score.

So this time, he was treating it with utmost seriousness.

"This Martial Arts Competition! There are many physical fitness events!" Chen Zhechang began speaking with hands clasped behind:

"Therefore, a session of single and double bars training and a five-kilometer empty call run every day are mandatory!

For the remaining events, we will take turns to get familiar with them. I hope everyone will not slack off simply because the procedures are relatively simple!

Each event is an opportunity for you to score points!

First, we’ll do two rounds of single and double bars training, followed by rope climbing practice, and tonight, we’ll head to the gym for a five-kilometer test!

Tomorrow, using the limited space available, I will set up a Four Hundred Meter Material Evacuation Shuttle Run. Although there’s no direct four hundred meter long area, past training results show that this can effectively improve performance!

Setting it up within the Squadron is to give you more opportunities to practice! Frequent practice is the key to overcoming any training!

Now, proceed to the single and double bars, turn right! March, forward!"

Fang Huai, upon hearing there would be no hook ladder climb up to the fourth floor and no 15-meter metal ladder climb this afternoon, still felt a bit disappointed.

He really wanted to give it a try.

But as for training, he could only maintain a calm attitude; Fang Huai still followed the troops toward the single and double bars.

Seeing Fang Huai, Chen Zhechang, knowing he was an inspector, slowed down, walked beside him and said with a smile:

"Young man, with me overseeing training, you don’t need to follow along with regulation inspection, right?"

Fang Huai smiled shyly: "Head Chen, I didn’t bring my inspector’s helmet and belt. I’m here to help and learn. If there’s anything you need my assistance with, just call me. Without the cap, I’m just a new recruit."

Chen Zhechang, having heard about the regulation enforcement that morning, still felt uneasy:

"It’s good to want to learn and improve. Your Instructor Cao mentioned that you won awards in the new recruit group regulations competition, which is great."

"But during training, let’s not get too theoretical and affect my actual work. I’ll pay attention to management during training."

Chen Zhechang felt helpless inside; he had led the Detachment’s training team for three years, through seven or eight rotations. From what he understood, it was normal for the whole corps to conduct strict checks on conduct.

But he feared going overboard and hindering training.

Having heard about this morning’s incident, he felt that the new recruit responsible for the inspections might be the kind of person who would go to such extremes.

Those involved in combat training often lean more toward training outcomes.

Fang Huai was speechless, thinking that they were treating him as a troublemaker, and could only respond:

"Understood, Head Chen. I’m just going to watch the squad leaders train and genuinely learn."

Only then did Chen Zhechang pat his shoulder and say:

"Mhm, the squad leaders who’ve come this time are all physically excellent. It’s good for you to watch more and broaden your horizons.

You need to develop in multiple areas. Political study is important, but good training is even more so."

Fang Huai’s inner response was a smirk.

Damn it, what did Instructor Cao tell them? Why do I feel like Head Chen thinks I’m not capable?

In reality, he didn’t say anything.

Today, Chen Zhechang had only asked Cao Yi why a new recruit was assigned as the inspector, and Cao Yi had simply offered an explanation.

Chen Zhechang’s guess was merely based on the rank insignia of a soldier on Fang Huai’s shoulders.

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"Forty!"

"Zhou Yong, how come it’s still forty after a year? Do another one!" Chen Zhechang encouraged loudly.

Little Black was hanging on the bar, already gasping for breath.

After a long while, he couldn’t manage one more.

Seeing that his face had turned red from the effort, Chen Zhechang said with some disappointment, "Alright, come down, take a break, and get ready for the next round."

Little Black also felt some regret.

He indeed disliked the single bar, preferring leg exercises instead.

Over the past year, he usually did thirty-seven or thirty-eight pull-ups during single and double bars training, stopping when exhausted and not being as strict with himself as he had been when he was a conscript.

At critical moments, trying to push himself harder didn’t help him surpass his peak performance.

"Eh, Special Service Squadron 2, if you want to score high this time, it’s going to be tough!

According to the competition standards this time, doing 30 pull-ups on the single bar scores 15 points, and every additional one adds a point.

pull-ups in the second exercise scores 15 points, and every additional one also adds a point. If you can’t score high in these, how can you make up for it with other results?"

As Chen Zhechang spoke, he couldn’t help shaking his head.

Hearing this, Huang Yong, who was nearby, felt a bit defiant. He had been with the Second Squadron for half a year and felt a sense of belonging, so he raised his hand and said:

"Head Chen, let me try!"

Chen Zhechang glanced at him, then looked at the training log:

"Huang Yong? Transferred from Qing Town?"

"Yes!"

"You’ve competed before, haven’t you? I remember."

"Yes!"

Huang Yong had a proud demeanor and simply didn’t bother saying more than necessary.

Especially since Chen Zhechang had just suggested that Second Squadron wasn’t up to snuff, he was even less inclined to elaborate.

"Alright, get on the bar!"

Without further discussion and with a hint of anger, Huang Yong went straight to the bar.

"One, two..."

...

"Forty-two! Not bad!"

"Forty-three, forty-four! Good, keep going!"

"Forty-five!"

"Forty-six! Don’t come down! Hang on for one more!"

"Forty-seven! Nice!"

"Well done!" Cheers and applause erupted from the sidelines.

Most officers participating in the competition usually score between thirty-seven or thirty-eight and just over forty on the bar. Little Black’s scores weren’t bad, but coming from Special Duty, they weren’t extraordinary either.

But Huang Yong’s performance was already reaching the ceiling of the training team.

Fang Huai watched from the sidelines, a bit stunned.

This Squad Leader Huang had a lot of potential! Had he never given it his all before?

Seeing that he was about to come down from the bar, Fang Huai tentatively shouted, "Squad Leader Huang, Squad Leader Wen can do forty-eight! You can’t score lower than him!"

Fang Huai knew well about Huang Yong’s pride; this shout hit the nail on the head.

However, this comment quietly demoralized those from the county squadrons.

Their information was somewhat insulated.

Wen Jingsong, the only First-class soldier in the training team, that son of the Logistics Minister, could do 48 pull-ups?

This auditing new recruit was unbelievably brazen in his speech!

What did he mean by "score lower than him"?

Do you have any clue? If you can achieve these results in your second year, our squadron would worship you like a god!

Indeed, the remark successfully ignited Huang Yong’s anger.

Dammit, why bring up Wen Jingsong? What’s the suggestion here?

Do the conscripts own the single bar exercises?

At that moment, Huang Yong shouted furiously and somehow muscled up the forty-eighth pull-up.

The crowd erupted into vigorous applause once more.

Even Chen Zhechang praised him, "Well done! Really impressive! Second Squadron has struck gold with this batch of transferred officers!"

But as his words ended, Fang Huai in the back let out a tsk:

"Squad Leader Huang, just tying him isn’t enough, you have to beat him! He might be able to do 49!"