After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 299: Chapter 237: Fang Huai Who Cherishes His Life

All three new recruits burst into laughter.

"Of course it’s because Fang Huai is the life of the party," Han Yong was the first to show a proud expression, patting Fang Huai on the shoulder.

He was prepared to praise Fang Huai to the skies.

He even thought about writing "The Song of Fang Huai."

"Fang Huai is the most capable, he can..." Han Yong was saying.

"Oh, got it."

Wang Peng interrupted again, leaving General Han with a snub.

General Han’s eyes widened as he muttered to himself, "I must be sick to bother with you again!"

Song Lin and Xiao Haishan couldn’t stand it either.

"Wang Peng, isn’t your personality a bit too aloof? Han Yong is talking to you and you’re being so impolite. Who will bother with you in the future?"

Wang Peng looked up, calmly saying, "I don’t think I was rude."

Hearing this, Han Yong got a bit irritated and was about to confront Wang Peng.

Fang Huai stopped him: "Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions."

Having said that, he turned to Wang Peng:

"Wang Peng, no matter how you got along in your previous squadron, here in the Second Squadron, everyone is trying hard to show unity.

Even if you don’t want to unite, at least pretend to.

All of us soldiers of the same year are outstanding, and we all cherish the comradeship among same year soldiers. Don’t let your personal habits make the squad leaders look down on us, okay?"

Fang Huai, in a rare move, spoke earnestly and at length to his fellow same year soldiers.

Wang Peng looked up again, stood up straight, and said:

"Alright, squad leader!"

Fang Huai’s face darkened.

Fellow same year soldiers, and you’re calling me squad leader, what’s the deal, are you trying to kick me out of the group?

This guy is pretty sharp-tongued. freewёbnoνel.com

He’s not the simple and naive type.

But the guys around here are all quick-witted, too.

Song Lin let out a chuckle: "Yo, if you’re calling Fang Huai squad leader, are you calling us squad leaders, too?"

But this time, Wang Peng responded seriously: "Isn’t he the Special Duty Squad leader? Don’t you have to call him squad leader? Are you also a squad leader?"

Song Lin was caught off guard, but Xiao Haishan jumped in:

"Yes, Song Lin is Squad Five’s squad leader, assigned by Captain Ye, and I’m Squad Six’s squad leader!"

Saying this, he made a knowing look to everyone.

Han Yong also laughed: "Right! I’m the Seventh Squad’s squad leader! Call us squad leader then!"

Wang Peng glanced at them and said: "Fine, in a bit I’ll go ask the upstairs squad leaders what sort of squad leaders you are—I hope the squad leaders won’t get upset, though."

Their laughter and banter immediately ceased.

After all, in the eyes of the squad leaders, they were all considered obedient and sensible new recruits; joking among themselves was one thing, but in front of squad leaders, they were pretty disciplined.

At that moment, Fang Huai narrowed his eyes to look at Wang Peng, thinking this guy liked to be clever, and said in a colder tone:

"Wang Peng, your tricks might work in other squadrons, but here, even if everyone is joking around, with me here, it won’t do you any good to tattle to anyone—don’t believe me, just try.

You’d better behave yourself, I’ll be watching you."

These words finally penetrated Wang Peng’s defenses.

He also wanted to be a squad leader, dreaming about it since he joined the new recruit group, but the squad leaders said that before the second year, no matter how good his performance was, he shouldn’t think about becoming a squad leader.

The squadron’s squad leaders said the same, and being the Deputy Squad Leader was out of the question, too.

But Fang Huai’s emergence had broken this iron rule.

It gave him hope but also resentment.

Wang Peng stared intently at Fang Huai and declared, "If you can be a squad leader, so can I! Rest assured, I will surpass you!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just try," Fang Huai snorted with a smile.

You’d better live in the gym to see if you can add to the progress bar of my task.

Song Lin on the side laughed as well.

Damn it, surpassing Fang Huai is my dream, you trying to snatch my position as the second male lead?

...

Half-past eight.

"Fang Huai, the jungle, do you see the ward I dropped? Go get those kills! Kill those three, and we’ll push to end the game in one go!"

"Squad Leader Hu, are you speaking human language, kill three by myself to get the kills?!"

"Ugh... They’ve seen us pushing top so they’ll definitely recall to base. If you lurk around now, just kill the slowest one that comes back!"

"Yo, Squad Leader Hu, you’ve grown a brain, haven’t you? Not bad, not bad."

At that moment, Hao Chengbin also slapped his mouse: "Damn, there’s an ace in First Squadron, he hid in our jungle and killed me!"

Ye Jiahong laughed: "Hao platoon leader, a little squishy like you daring to stray without me? Hey, what do you guys say about reporting an emergency in the First Squadron’s jurisdiction? Think they’d go nuts?"

"Heh," chuckled Hao Chengbin, "you make the call. We don’t dare to; you’re a lieutenant, you’ve got enough stars on your shoulder to get docked twice."

Fang Huai also laughed: "Right, Captain Ye, I hope in my lifetime, I can see you become Platoon Leader Ye!"

Ye Jiahong’s face fell: "Fuck... I’ve been here eight years; even if I turn red as a card, you still have to call me squad leader!"

The clash with First Squadron was in full swing.

The two-way radio Ye Jiahong carried suddenly rang out.

"Squadron Department, Squadron Department, fire alarm! Oil tanker!!"

At this call, everyone paused.

Ye Jiahong quickly grabbed the radio and looked at everyone.

"What oil tank..." Cao Yi’s voice came through the radio.

It broke off for a moment.

Then, Cao Yi’s voice grew anxious: "Guard post, ring the alarm bell!"

"Crap... We were about to win!"

A chorus of groans.

While everyone was still getting up, Fang Huai had already run to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked.

"Damn... quick, quick, quick, there’s a tanker truck at the gate!"

With that, he dashed out of the Microcomputer Room.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately rushed to the window.

Downstairs, a flaming tanker awaited the opening of the big gate, ready to drive in.