After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 523: Chapter 414 Research-based Training Method...and Squadron Management (7K2)_3

But Zhang Yang looked at Fang Huai with a complicated expression in his eyes.

His relationship with Fang Huai had never been particularly close. Now that Fang Huai had suddenly given him such an important training opportunity, he felt very uneasy.

After clenching his teeth for a long time, he still spoke up, "I’m a conscript, and my physical ability isn’t that great, Fang... Captain, you should let Captain Kong Xiangzhong go instead! He has always wanted to go!"

Fang Huai touched his nose and turned to look at Kong Xiangzhong, who was lying on the ground resting.

"Squad Leader Kong, what do you say?"

Kong Xiangzhong immediately stood up and said loudly,

"What’s there to say? Zhang Yang, how can you say your physical ability is bad? Everyone has seen your progress!

And the decisions made by the Squadron Department aren’t things you can just pass on to someone else, right?

You’re only in your second year. Go and learn something useful and bring it back to serve the squadron!"

With that, he walked over to Zhang Yang, patted his shoulder, and laughed, "Don’t waste the opportunity. We, your three peers, are rooting for you guys in the second year! Everyone’s been doing well in their positions! But, well, your unity is lacking a bit—it’s like a heap when you’re together but scattered everywhere when you’re apart!"

"Hahaha..."

With these words, Zhang Yang and Meng Qiang exchanged glances, both feeling a bit embarrassed.

Meng Qiang, Chang Ming, and Zhang Yang had all made progress in their respective positions over the past six months, but they rarely chatted, bragged, or shot the breeze together. They all realized they had issues as they grew but were unwilling to speak up first.

Chang Ming was okay; everyone was willing to chat with him now and then. The loneliest in the squadron were Meng Qiang and Zhang Yang.

One spent his days in the 1.5th floor Communication room, with no one visiting for a chat except cadres needing his assistance unless the Logistics Officer, who was often home nearing discharge, occasionally came back to check on him.

The other was in the combat squad, unable to fit in with the non-commissioned officers or the soldiers, and had little communication with his squadmates without Qi Xiaohui.

Though they were conscripts, they would soon become non-commissioned officers. It was time for them to mature, so people in the squadron seldom concerned themselves with their lives.

Fang Huai observed the two and realized there were some issues but didn’t speak immediately.

There were many in the squadron who didn’t get along well. He noticed it all, but each cadre had their responsibilities and divisions of labor. When he had time, he could chat with Huang Zhongjiu and encourage him to show more concern.

Dealing with such matters would also help temper Huang Zhongjiu’s character.

A squadron, no matter the perspective, was composed of men in their thirties, and even the older soldiers were just young men who also needed to grow.

However, at that moment, another stubborn man gave his opinion.

"I don’t want to go, I’d rather participate in the Martial Arts Competition," Huang Yong said, seemingly having made up his mind.

Fang Huai was speechless and scratched his head, "Didn’t you say you’ll get your revenge next year? What’s the matter, is the bullet already in the chamber and you’re ready to go?"

Huang Yong’s gaze was resolute, "Even if I’m not ready, I want to give it a try. If my performance is still poor, I’ll find the reasons myself. I won’t insist on the national competition, but I should have the right to battle in the Corps Martial Arts Competition, right?"

As he spoke, his gaze fixed on everyone, as if he was ready to pick a fight with anyone who disagreed with him.

As his gaze swept through, everyone hurriedly looked away.

Everyone knew how much extra training Huang Yong put himself through after the last competition.

He was a tough one to handle, almost a freak of nature.

Fang Huai couldn’t help but smack his lips.

Everyone has their own path, and the Martial Arts Competition was Huang Yong’s path.

All Fang Huai could do was to glance at Cao Yi and say,

"Then... let Kong Xiangzhong go."

In reality, his fourth choice for the training should have been Wang Peng. The training would have been best suited for those who needed a boost in their convictions and potential. Of course, choosing Huang Yong was because he was a potential teammate in Fang Huai’s eyes, and he wanted Huang Yong to broaden his horizon.

If Huang Yong wouldn’t go, then ideally, it should be the stubborn and up-and-coming talent, Wang Peng, who should go for some reformation.

But now that everyone was aware of Kong Xiangzhong’s intentions, people had to pay respects to his wishes too.

"Alright, Captain Kong Xiangzhong, you stop preparing the drills and get ready for the training," Cao Yi set the tone.

With that, everyone was pleased.

Fang Huai thought for a moment and then added, "Instructor Cao, there’s another matter I’d like to suggest. I won’t have time to manage the Special Duty Squad anymore, and since Huang Yong wants to train seriously, let’s remove his Deputy Squad Leader position. Let Zhou Tiannu be the squad leader, and Wang Peng the deputy. Squad Leader Hao can mentor them. The squadron is getting new recruits, and with eight squads, we need sixteen squad and deputy leaders. It’s about time we start training them in advance."

Huang Yong immediately raised his hand, "I have no objections, I’ve wanted to step down for a long time! I’ve requested it several times already!"

At this, Wang Peng looked excited, while the other three peers looked eagerly at Fang Huai.

Fang Huai couldn’t help but laugh, "Why are you all looking at me? Get your physical abilities up first! Song Lin, if you’re considering staying, you can be trained too. I’ll have Liu Jianfeng make room for you."

Song Lin looked somewhat eager but didn’t take a stand.

Cao Yi saw Fang Huai getting more involved and nodded with a smile, "That can be done. Let’s have a meeting back at the squadron. If Ye Jiahong has no objections, we’ll proceed this way."

Fang Huai looked around and said, "Let’s all discuss this matter together, which counts as democracy. If anyone has objections, speak now."

Everyone shook their heads.

"No objections!"

Fang Huai satisfactorily glanced at his watch and said, "Good! Then let’s head back to the squadron. While we still have some time, let’s do another round with the tires." frёeωebɳovel.com

Now, there were objections.

"Damn... It’s four o’clock, we’ll barely make it back by four-thirty, and you want to do tires?"

"Captain Fang, can we make this democratic? I want to cast a vote against!"

Fang Huai’s lips twitched, returning to his ’Demon King Fang’ demeanor:

"Democratic my ass! Hurry up and train! At the end of November, the squadron will start taking in new recruits, and there will be a full assessment. If your physical ability doesn’t meet the standard and you can’t participate in the Rescue Sub-team’s training, heh, don’t blame me for putting you in a new recruit class and making you do three sets of 800 before bed!"