After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 415: Chapter 337: The Decisive Battle at 12 Kilometers!_2

"Guiyang Special Service Second Squadron, 11:14 AM, all equipment in check, moving out!"

The teams behind were all abuzz with discussion.

"Guiyang Special Duty? Didn’t they all fail during the corps martial arts competition?"

"You don’t know shit. They produced a martial arts champion—that’s Second Squadron! And they’re gonna be awesome from now on! A full-battalion-level squadron, have you ever seen that?"

"Oh my god, stop bullshitting, a full-battalion-level?"

"Heh, clueless, aren’t you? They’re gonna become an instruction team! From now on, all our various concentration trainings will be at their squadron, and we’ll have to call these guys Instructors, District team leaders!"

Everyone had their sources, some deeply informed and some utterly confused.

But most knew they were awesome without knowing exactly how awesome they were. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

The Second Squadron was usually playful and rowdy at the squadron, but once they were out, they were all heads high, chests out, and serious-faced. Hearing some discussions, they didn’t argue back but rather wanted to prove themselves with strength.

But upon hearing this, the black monkey immediately craned his head to look.

"Crooked day, Old Hao! Hao Chengbin!"

Hao Chengbin turned and upon seeing the face, immediately laughed, dropped his stern look, and blew a kiss.

The black monkey stepped out of the formation to take a closer look at their team and shouted, "Where’s Fang Huai?"

"He’s at the director’s department!" Hao Chengbin shouted back: "Damn it, the 12-kilometer question today was from him! We’ll get him at the director’s department later, beat him up! Let’s go! Waiting for you at the finish line!"

With those words, there was a sense of showing off. Fang Huai making things difficult with his questions deserved scolding, but they were proud to be part of the select few Detachments that could trouble several others.

The teams behind were dumbfounded.

Really?

Truly?

Seriously?

Oh my god, the instruction teams are that badass, with their own slots among the examiners?

The black monkey’s pupils were shaking.

Oh my god, they’re all written in Chinese characters, but why can’t I understand a single sentence?

Fang Huai setting the questions? He’s just a new recruit! What does this mean?

A Thin Sharp Head popped out from the next formation: "Wang Lian! Is that Squad Leader Hao? Is it Fang Huai?"

Another short and stocky man also got excited: "Yeah, yeah, yeah! That’s Squad Leader Hao and Fang Huai! I heard it clear! Guiyang Special Service Second Squadron!"

The black monkey scratched his head and stared at the two, saying: "Damn it, Fang Huai even made it to the director’s department! Yue Tao, Zhao Bing, you guys are physically fit, take care of your brothers, no falling behind! We’ll catch up with them at the front! The Special Duty Team brought their own supplies, they won’t be hard to chase!"

The two immediately responded with excitement: "Yes!"

"Anshun Development Zone Squadron, 11:16 AM, one person missing a belt, three points deducted, move out!"

The black monkey didn’t even bother scolding the one who had forgotten to wear a belt, as he led the squadron’s people out of the intersection, seeing a long stretch of mountain highway ahead of them.

Empty as can be.

The black monkey’s nostrils flared even wider.

"Oh my god... It’s only been two minutes, where are they?!"

...

Military songs echoed all over the hills.

"In the vast sea of people...who am I..."

"One two three four, one two three four like a song, the green army camp, the green army camp teaches me..."

The hearty singing of each team resounded through the woods along the mountain road, fueling their steps like diesel, gasoline, turbocharging, liquid nitrogen acceleration...

The Second Squadron’s shouting was no less impressive.

"I wish it so, may everyone feel the same! Tonight’s like this, may everyone feel the same!"

"I wish it, every one of us wishes it! Tonight as we endure, every one of us endures!"

Just a bit too dry and raspy.

It’s not that I didn’t want to lead in singing the military songs, but Old Cao simply couldn’t sing any longer.

He was having an even harder time than Han Yong.

Although Han Yong ran every day, and his physical fitness wasn’t bad these days—he had slimmed down, could do 23 pull-ups on the horizontal bar, run five kilometers with an empty air tank in just over 22 minutes, and nearly 20 minutes without equipment—ranking within the top 30 in all categories out of the 96 new recruits in the Detachment.

But Old Cao, while still strong, truly lacked running endurance.

The most dreadful thing about the combat uniform wasn’t its weight, but its thickness; it didn’t dissipate heat at all. Many had unbuckled their belts and opened their shirts completely, yet even with a cooling breeze at the front, the back was scorched by the intense heat.

"Give Instructor Cao some support! Ye Jiahong, you take over the commands!"

Hao Chengbin, seeing that Old Cao cared about his pride and was gradually being left behind by the team, quickly called a few conscripts to pull him along, then summoned the likes of Huang Yong, He Zhijun, Liu Jianfeng, Kong Xiangzhong and others who pushed hard to the front—grabbing both equipment and people to assist.

This 12-kilometer race was no less challenging than a marathon—the entire Squadron was like a massive body, pushing and pulling, and only when the last part crossed the finish line would it count as a victory.

Cao Yi, completely drained, felt an infinite sigh in his heart as he watched the entire Squadron come together with more cohesive and united movements.

Over the last few months, the Second Squadron had transformed from an outwardly arrogant unit riding on the reputation of the Provincial Special Duty Team, but inwardly flimsy, into what it was today: a squadron where everyone was an elite, thanks to Fang Huai.

Even now, Fang Huai’s voice urging everyone on during training sessions at Tangjia Mountain and through multiple group drills echoed in his ears.

Fang Huai, a mere Soldier, had managed to influence the entire Squadron. He was the true commander of the Squadron, holding absolute power; how could he falter now?

With a rare surge of fiery blood, Cao Yi took a steady breath and roared:

"Quick, faster! Without Butcher Fang, can we still eat hairy pigs? Huang Yong, carry my air tank for me!

Today... I must catch up to Xixiu District Brigade!

From now on, unless absolutely necessary, I’ll join the daily drills! From now on, let Meng Qiang time the runs! From now on... I will absolutely not drag you guys down!"

Huang Yong laughed, "Right on! Hand me the air tank!"

Meng Qiang’s eyes lit up even more in response.

As a Communication Officer, having to run like crazy every day with a five-kilometer run time close to under 19 minutes was no easy feat!

And luckily as a Communication Officer, he didn’t have to wear a combat uniform, so he immediately shouted, "Instructor, if that’s what you’re saying, I’ll carry the air tank for you! Give me the combat uniform too! I can still hold up!"

"Hahahaha..."

Laughter echoed through the forest.

...

Director’s department.

Fang Huai, leaning on a crutch with one hand and holding a megaphone in the other, shouted:

"Hurry up! Some of you female soldiers stop dawdling, get into your positions! The people are here! Props, bring out the things from the backyard; they can be placed in the factory and on the floors!"

A group of Staff Officers, hearing "things in the backyard," swear inwardly in unison, but nonetheless pinch their noses and go to distribute the "props."

Before long, a foul stench began to spread throughout the factory area.

"Ugh..."

"Ah... ah can’t take it anymore, damn, hurry up."

The female soldiers were on the verge of tears.

"What the hell is this? It stinks so bad!"

"Ah! Mommy! Mommy!"

"Captain Yin Yin! The rats! Ahh~!"

Zhang Zhongting, hearing the chaos outside, poked his head out of the vehicle and caught Fang Huai’s eye, signaling him.

Fang Huai touched his head and shouted impatiently:

"Ah, what? You’ve grown this big and never seen a rat? Get inside! If you don’t, I’ll hang the stinking meat on you!"