After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 445: Chapter 361: I still want to compete with Lin Chong!

Let’s go!

The first leg of the journey was by car.

After all, Chongqing is a municipality, so Captain Hu said they couldn’t disrupt regular traffic, so everyone took a car out of the city.

But this city isn’t easy to exit, wow!

The urban roads of Chongqing, famously known as Settling-Dwelling Avenue, if a foreigner comes and doesn’t live in Chongqing for two years to understand the traffic patterns, they won’t find their way out. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Those who enter Chongqing single, leave with a family in tow.

Typically, city roads are organized into straight paths and left or right turns.

But in Chongqing, there are directions like the left front, right front, left rear, right rear. Sometimes when you cross one road, there are three forks, with options to go up, straight, or down.

Both the driver and the instructors were mostly from out of town. A trip that should take 20 minutes took over an hour to navigate out of the city.

Fang Huai was sitting in the front canopy of the lead vehicle, in the co-driver’s seat, continuously hearing Captain Hu’s calm voice.

"Turn left here,"

"Oh, no, it’s the left front."

After that came the driver’s complaints.

"If you don’t know the way, better not to give directions, right? Just back at that junction, if we had turned right, I’d be on the highway by now!"

It was very awkward.

If it weren’t for the military plates, just on this journey with its left and right weaving and illegal U-turns, the accumulated driving licenses of the driver and instructors wouldn’t have enough points to deduct.

Even so, and that’s now, in the future with more overpasses, one might get on a road and be unable to get off for twenty minutes with no food, probably only able to get out by virtue of fate.

After an hour, everyone finally boarded the military vehicles and got on a highway bound for the continuous mountain ranges.

They were supposed to go to Yin Strip Ridge, but there was a hike halfway there and then time to eat.

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Majestic mountains, fierce winds howling.

When the troops alighted at the base of a mountain, it was exactly five o’clock.

Captain Hu checked his watch, then pointed at a mountaintop and said, "Follow this mountain trail and go up! Move quickly! We must reach the mountaintop by 6 o’clock!"

Everyone looked up to see a small peak a few hundred meters high. Although there was a path, it seemed quite rugged, a winding white road looped around, appearing quite long.

The journey was admittedly challenging, but those who rode with Captain Hu felt like laughing.

The original climbing time was certainly intended to be more than an hour, but Captain Hu’s mistaken directions in the city had caused a delay, so the time had to be shortened.

The soldiers, smiling, shouldered their packs and set off.

Across the flat ground, then came the ascent.

You can’t run up slopes; the steepness makes running impossible, so everyone hurried along while taking in the surrounding scenery.

Although it was a wild mountain, the scenery was actually quite nice, belonging to a mountain forest with very little development.

The air was also very fresh.

It really felt like a tourist excursion.

Everyone was even more interested in the forthcoming Yin Strip Ridge.

Someone from the back shouted loudly, "Fang Huai, aren’t you from Chongqing? What’s Yin Strip Ridge? Why don’t you give us an introduction to your hometown attractions?"

Fang Huai laughed and said, "That’s not really an attraction, it’s a national nature reserve, a gene bank for plants for the State!

It’s the highest point in Chongqing with an altitude close to 2,800 meters. Yin Strip Ridge is an extension of Hubei’s Shennongjia; you know about Shennongjia, right? The wild man, the donkey-headed wolf, the dragon!"

A soldier from the Chongqing Team chuckled, "Right, right, I heard as soon as I arrived in Chongqing that there are lots of dragons here! Bao Pi Long!"

"And there’s also the natural enemy of the Bao Pi Long, the Ri Long Bao!"

"Hahaha..."

Everyone had a good laugh.

Fang Huai was happy too.

It was his first time meeting someone who, without his influence, actively sought reform.

In this life, he had influenced many people.

But in his previous life, he was just an ordinary new recruit. He clearly remembers when he joined the troops, the skills he practiced: rolling up hoses, flicking hoses, one man with two hoses, then one with three, and the more awesome same year soldiers could practice the multi-person hose drill with the squad leader.

Hoses, hoses, and more hoses.

The hose was their wife; they had to fondle it for a few hours every day.

What else was there?

Physical ability training was second; the horizontal bar was another wife, and the running track was like their mischievous son, needing a good kick every day.

The rescue and emergency equipment was mostly just to be started up for morning and evening checks; if it beeped, it was fine, then they’d just wipe it down with a towel until it shone. They knew the equipment, but the only thing they really knew how to use was the motorized chainsaw, as they had to take that tool out to cut grass every week.

And that was it.

Really, that was it.

If Fang Huai had been discharged after two years, the firefighting skills he could remember might have been just those.

Back then, the more exceptional same year soldiers may have known a bit more their first year, but only marginally so.

It boiled down to faster tower climbing, longer horizontal bar holds, quicker running—then the squad leader would praise them as good soldiers with good training.

Besides not shooting guns, they were almost indistinguishable from other troops, and even if someone from the Internal Guard was suddenly transferred in without any knowledge of firefighting skills, he would still be praised as a good soldier. Because he ran fast, jumped high, held long, and even knew how to do the enemy-capturing fist well enough to teach others.

This was the one-size-fits-all military.

But, the core duties of firefighting were different.

What would soldiers, trained under such conditions, do when faced with complex rescue and emergency situations?

Charge, charge, charge, disregarding the danger, with a big gang rushing to the side of the trapped people first, shouting, "Comrade, we are here."

Offer psychological comfort as the first wave.

What if they had no rescue experience or capabilities?

No fear, there were experienced old squad leaders who had seen it all. They would instruct on what to do.

Some old squad leaders wouldn’t know either, then they’d call the government, call people in, call for professionals.

Many squad leaders also didn’t have a systematic approach to their skills and knowledge, mostly relying on experience. When situations arose, they’d hold a meeting for junior officers.