After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 479: Chapter 383 A Place for Cultivating the Mind

The next day.

The tourists at Mount Tai were well-behaved today.

In the early morning, everything was calm.

The trainees had followed the Squadron soldiers for a run around the Eighteen Bends and came back, those who were more confident in English went out with them to study rope bridges, while those with absolutely no foundation stood in front of the Squadron’s gate, on the open ground, frowning and struggling to memorize common phrases.

Hu Peizhou was discussing with Fang Huai at a corner.

"... The conditions the leadership has given me are just about this, when the time comes, you can submit the list to me, I will report it all at once, as for how much they will approve, it depends on your luck."

Fang Huai sneered inwardly.

It’s not about my skills, but about my luck.

How am I supposed to show you luck? Rebirth + system, is that lucky enough?

But, the conditions Hu Peizhou had managed were already very generous, and it was not his place to say much.

He could only ask, "How do you plan to arrange the assessment at Jinhai Lake?"

Hu Peizhou waved his hand:

"This year, our country’s climate is complex and variable, with frequent occurrences of extreme and disastrous weather.

There was a significant flood in the Pearl River region, the Huai River experienced four instances of flood levels exceeding the warning limit, the Chuzhou River saw its second highest recorded flood, and some tributaries in the Yangtze River, Songhua River, Liaohe River basins, as well as some small and medium-sized rivers along the coasts of Zhejiang and Fujian, experienced floods surpassing alert or guaranteed water levels.

The Southwest and South China are all suffering from disasters.

The ice disaster at the beginning of the year, the earthquake in May, truly united the people’s will, but the weakness of our professional rescue force was also revealed.

Leadership is hoping that if there is a third wave of disasters, we must have our own professional force.

According to international firefighting practices and the actual rescue situations in other countries, firefighting should be the primary force in executing rescue operations.

This is where our country is striving to match the world’s powerful nations, and this is why we are able to boldly pursue our ambitions. It’s the fundamental source and the capital needed for policy.

This time, it’s a report assessment.

The leaders from the headquarters will come, mainly to see water rescue. They are not experts in rescue operations, so, our achievements need to have a comparison for them to understand.

I plan to use several professional international high standards as a demonstration for them.

Of course, stability is the main focus, we cannot afford any mistakes, we have to make the leadership feel that we are well in control.

To perform when we need to perform, to gain support, that’s the best way to get things done."

Fang Huai nodded, "I understand that."

Report assessment.

That means not to drain everyone with just one exercise, try to showcase more areas to indicate that in the recent period, under the leadership’s guidance, we have made significant progress and achievements.

The firefighting reform work has been highly effective; just give us the policy and funds, and we will immediately return you a dazzling tomorrow.

Throw away the crutches, and we will take off right away.

A magically realistic progress.

"Captain Hu... there’s one exercise that we haven’t..."

Fang Huai had just opened his mouth.

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"I don’t get it, slowly! Slowly say it! ...Chief of Staff, what’s the use of me asking him to speak slowly if I still can’t understand a word he’s saying?"

Number 11 came over loudly reciting from the Chinese pronunciation chart printed by Hu Peizhou for everyone, while expressing his soulful query.

Hu Peizhou couldn’t be bothered with him.

Fang Huai’s conversation was interrupted and he turned his head to tease, "You don’t have to worry, with your English pronunciation, it would be very difficult for him to understand you!"

Number 11 rolled his eyes.

"You can do it, let me hear you say something? If you don’t have the ability, don’t put on airs!"

Fang Huai immediately twisted his mouth, "old son what all can!"

The pronunciation was pretty standard, after all, he had practiced a lot of English songs before.

But the content...

Hu Peizhou had to mentally translate each word several times before getting the meaning right.

Number 11 was impressed despite not understanding.

"You... you really can do it? What does it mean?"

"Heh heh."

Fang Huai was about to explain.

Hu Peizhou patted his back, "Okay, you have some time, go and talk about our training content with the comrades from Mount Tai, or go memorize some English. Your so-called English is all Chinglish."

As soon as Number 11 heard it, he held his head high, looking excited, "I told you he couldn’t do it, right? Just throwing together some words to fool me! Liar! Do you know what ’liar’ means?"

Fang Huai laughed.

Nima, just by speaking a phrase of Hunan dialect, you’ve developed a sense of superiority.

"I’m a liar? You country thief! Bumping your head! Your mother’s got a treasure! Looking at you now blinds me! ’Tianma Liuxing’ fist, I’ll beat you till your mother sends you back to kindergarten!"

The Hunan slang that General Han often used for cursing came pouring out in a salvo from him.

The pronunciation was spot on.

With Fang Huai’s memory, being in the Second Squadron for so long, he had at least learned how to curse in over a dozen different dialects.

Captain Hu and Number 11, both from Hunan, were stunned.

Fang Huai, with his hands behind his back, uttered, "Son of a gun!"

Then, he slowly walked away.

...

The three days at Mount Tai Squadron were meaningful for most of the team members.

They developed iron feet and iron shoulders, completely abandoning the original "scientific rescue" concept of the training class, plunging them into pure basics.

The next day, everyone ran lightly through the mountain’s 26 ancient architectural complexes, 58 temples, and more than 2,000 stone inscriptions and carvings, which took the entire half day.

Although Mount Tai Squadron was hosting on their home turf, they really couldn’t outclimb the training class.

Since they had to inspect key establishments, the training group dropped their loads, and they were completely unleashed, constantly charging ahead.

Many in the squadron couldn’t outpace them and ran out of breath, but the expressions on their faces were calm and composed.

More than 3,000 snaking steps from Zhongtianmen to South Heavenly Gate, two kilometers of stairs at the top of Taishan, and a ten-kilometer ring road around the mountain—they were their natural training ground, their home.

Apart from climbing, medical, and a handful of forest firefighting equipment, there was almost nothing else here.

The squad’s members all joked, "Here, a person is the most versatile piece of equipment."

Once police dispatch was called, the training class began to get a little anxious.

Among the tourists here there was no lack of unreasonable and demanding individuals; having responded to calls with them several times, after running up thousands of stone steps, they’d find it was just a tourist making trouble, maybe because they didn’t want to climb anymore, or perhaps because they wanted someone to bring them a bottle of water. Some got scared climbing at night and wanted a guide.

Exaggerated.

If you’re scared of walking on mountain roads at night, why the hell did you come up here?

Faced with these kinds of people, everyone in the training class felt like cursing.

But the soldiers of the squadron remained calm and composed, sometimes patiently explaining that false alarms couldn’t be reported, sometimes seeing people genuinely exhausted and helping them down the mountain, and even patting them on the shoulder and saying, "Bear with it a bit."

Not a single member of the training class wanted to endure it.

Even Fang Huai couldn’t help himself, saying, "Curse? How can we tolerate this kind of behavior? How will you work later on?"

But a second stage officer responded cheerfully, "You don’t know how many people we face every day. We literally live in this scenic area. All these are tourists, and the people who come every day are all different. You can’t curse them all. Sometimes you really feel sorry for them. If it’s not an emergency call, just help them out."

That warm attitude made them realize this was a damn fine example of firefighting service to the people.

A group of people had been stationed at this sacred mountain for so many years, they all seemed to have cultivated a sense of Zen.

They would also get anxious when they couldn’t respond to calls quickly enough, especially when people made false reports.

But most of the time, they were as serene as a gentle breeze and floating clouds.

This was the squadron that had won great acclaim for firefighting.

Everyone had seen their hall of honor. Most of those awards weren’t given by the fire department but by the troops, the provincial government, and the city.

There were also many banners sent by people they had rescued, handed over through others, or from those who had climbed the majestic mountain again to bring them in person. There were so many that the small hall of honor couldn’t hang them all, and they had to be neatly folded and locked away in cabinets.

Everyone was a person of honor, but the soldiers of the Mount Tai Squadron, and they, were cultivating different paths.

One cultivated the mind, the other the body.

What really constitutes honor—military commendations, or recognition by the people?

Their hall of honor should be the answer, right?

An exemplary model recognized by higher-ups was within reach and could have a significant impact on them.

During these three days, Fang Huai’s values were reshaped here; looking back at his past mentality, although he was equally willing to rescue people from fire and water, his disdain for certain ignorant individuals was palpable.

He approached some of the public with a mindset, not with the same tranquility. Maybe someday someone would really irritate him, and he could take off his uniform and give them a beating.

In this respect, he wouldn’t be considered a good soldier.

A good soldier under the backdrop of the Chinese military.

On the third day, when dealing with the public, he was noticeably more patient—even though he wasn’t there to meet every demand, he no longer regarded some of them as fools, and could patiently explain things without too much personal agenda.

The Corps Martial Arts Competition in the Guizhou Brigade had dissolved the loneliness of his past life, teaching him unity, and now the atmosphere of Mount Tai was diluting some of the frustrations he harbored from life, the sort of residual irritation at other people’s ignorance.

Many people are like that.

Hu Peizhou watched everything and didn’t give them too much time to experience it all before he was ready to lead them away.

The spirit of this place was something to learn, but there was no need for excessive reflection. He brought them here to see the way, not to cultivate it.

In his eyes, the sharpness of a soldier was also very important.

On the afternoon of July 25th, at 4:30, everyone packed their bags and gathered in the long corridor of the Mount Tai Squadron.

The soldiers of Mount Tai Squadron also assembled to send off the group of soldiers who had astounded them with their exceptional physical abilities.

"Captain Hu, thank you! We’ve learned a lot!"

Captain Sun saluted Hu Peizhou; over the past few days, he had learned the origins of these people, and his admiration for them had grown significantly.

Moreover, they had shared their teaching plans, allowed hands-on demonstrations, and genuinely helped.

Hu Peizhou smiled faintly and returned the salute, sweeping his finger over his assembled subordinates.

"No need to be polite; they’ve learned a lot from you too."

But he added a remark that was genuinely not so polite.

"You have many honors, and they are truly impressive, but you lack the same in competition arenas. I brought these people, who are all top competitors in various levels, and I hope you’ll strengthen your training and that we’ll see your squadron’s presence in national competitions."

Captain Sun was somewhat embarrassed for a moment, "...Limited conditions, willing but powerless."

Hu Peizhou smiled and lifted the corner of his mouth, "Isn’t there the Mountain and Hill Big Team at the base of the mountain? If you’re willing to find a way, there are always conditions. A Soldier King trained under these conditions would truly be admirable."

Captain Sun was momentarily stuck, then thoughtful.

Afterward, he gave a firm nod.

"Definitely!"

The two groups behind them heard this conversation, each with their own insights.

Hu Peizhou stopped speaking, turned around, and shouted:

"Left turn! Target downhill, marching, go!"

Everyone turned left, snapped their feet together, wanting to leave a mighty image for the honored soldiers behind them.

The formation, watched by the people standing by, moved into the distance.

Members of the training class also began to truly admire Mount Tai from their higher vantage point.

What a wonderful place, where life seems simple.

As they began descending the mountain, everyone started to walk carefully, abandoning their formation; it was then someone loudly asked:

"Captain Hu, where are we headed next?"

"The capital!"