After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 580: Chapter 439: The Struggle Between the North and the South_2

The Hunan General Team was right beside them.

Taking a look over there, he saw someone.

Zeng Jieyi.

That name, Chief of Staff Zhou had mentioned it, but even the Chief of Staff got the name wrong, calling him "Ceng Yijie."

Years later after he was discharged, he had seen reports about Zeng Jieyi.

"China’s Good Person" title, National Outstanding Police Officer, National Advanced Individual in Firefighting Training, one of Hunan’s Top Ten Youth Guards.

But never mind, the meat in Hunan’s bowl couldn’t be snagged; Hu Peizhou would have to live chop him if he did. frёewebnoѵēl.com

And also, it was impossible to snatch.

Because he knew this person and was very familiar with him.

Training classes, Number 11.

It was hard to imagine that a firefighter with so many honors was someone who argued with people every day, a total jokester.

Oh man, drooling here.

This guy was a born talent, and in terms of personality, if he came to the Second Squadron, Ye Jiahong and Chen Zhenghai probably would not be lonely anymore.

Moving on to the next.

Guangdong.

There are many impressive people from Guangdong.

National First Iron Man of Firefighting, Xu Sanduo, double champion Peng Zhifang...

Seems like they only enlisted at the end of this year.

But in this life, there probably wouldn’t be a chance for him to rise to fame, his inaugural battle for fame in the National Grand Martial Arts Competition’s Firefighting Ironman contest was something Fang Huai was already preparing to completely undercut.

Shura Field is also a place to make a name.

Fang Huai sighed deeply and continued to move forward.

Shocking.

Some seemingly inconspicuous names were the iron foundation of the future firefighting forces.

He suddenly realized something, actually there weren’t many famous people in national firefighting, some became famous from a certain Martial Arts Competition, but they could have attended several times before that.

It wasn’t necessarily that they had more qualifications than others, maybe they just had more opportunities and were more persistent.

This realization made him decide to change his approach.

Not necessarily picking out those who became famous in the future, the Second Squadron had entirely sufficient opportunity conditions; for talent, he could cultivate it himself.

Opportunities weren’t many, so he had to choose well. Considering specialties was also an option.

With training, even if physical ability wasn’t outstanding, it could be developed.

Even Huang Yong didn’t get to participate. The people here were all selected from thousands or even tens of thousands from the whole corps; none had a weak foundation.

You could also say, everyone standing in this competition field had the chance to make a name for themselves.

Just wondering, if whisking away five elites of this caliber all at once would incite public anger.

The Guiyang Regiment had been fussing for a long time over Luo Ye being transferred to the Chongqing Team.

So, he first had to confirm something: one must not fleece just one house; otherwise, they might really complain to the Ministry.

Speaking of which, Luo Ye’s name was among those of the Chongqing Team this time.

It was said that he participated in the National Grand Martial Arts Competition the year before last and coordinated very well with He Zhijun, their physical abilities also close; it was just because of a poor performance in the hook ladder event that he missed the overall standings.

Hmm, Luo Ye counted as one; it could be worth talking to him. We have the strength now; calling him back is right and proper.

"Fang Huai, everyone’s packed up. Shall we go down and take a look?"

Gui Qiang’s voice came from the stairwell.

Fang Huai waved, "Let’s go!"

At this moment, Jiang Guangwen also poked his head out, "Wait up, we’re coming too!"

Three or four from a Jiangxi room came out.

"Team Leader, are you coming?"

"No, I’m going to rest. The guys from Hunan will be here soon. I’ll come down with them!"

The Jiangxi Team Leader’s voice sounded lazy, showing a lack of interest, as if he wasn’t very excited about the Guizhou Brigade.

Jiang Guangwen came out and looked at Fang Huai with a smile:

"Let’s go, time for some suffering!"

Fang Huai’s mouth curled upward: "What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Guangwen clicked his tongue, "Some of the tougher guys from the northern corps are training down there; a lot of tough characters. We went down this morning to train, but the results from the corps were so fierce, when it was our turn, we were too embarrassed to go on. Our team leader is still waiting for a few hard-hitters from Hunan, hoping to go down together and find a spot."

Upon hearing this, Fang Huai couldn’t help but laugh: "Is it that social?"

Jiang Guangwen waved his hand: "What’s social about that, it’s training, not fighting! It’s about honor!"

Fang Huai found this person pretty upbeat, openly saying anything. Since he was Squad Leader Hao’s local, listening to his accent, which was quite similar to Leader Hao’s, they might even be from the same place, he felt some rapport.

Thus, he advised, "Don’t go for heavy training today, running is fine. Avoid high-impact activities like the barrier course and breaking hammer. Our team won’t be doing them either, watching will suffice."

Fang Huai’s tone, habitually didactic, left Jiang Guangwen momentarily at a loss for what to say, so he just laughed, "The several contenders for championship are doing it, us small fry shouldn’t worry about that. Since you’re not participating, we might as well learn by watching."

Fang Huai thought they lacked a bit of sharpness upon hearing this and turned to see that his teammates had also arrived, so he laughed loudly, "Let’s go! Let’s take in the sights!"

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When about a dozen people from the two corps went downstairs, led by Jiangxi, they started chatting about who from which session had come again this year, saying that this year’s corps Martial Arts Competition was pretty fierce. The Guizhou Brigade wasn’t lacking some intelligence either, so they began to discuss.

The folks from Jiangxi started inquiring about He Zhijun’s competition results.

Most corps Martial Arts Competitions are based on the same events as the Grand Martial Arts Competition, so comparing results gave an idea of where everyone stood.

He Zhijun thought there was no need to hide his own scores, so once he reported them, the expressions of those from Jiangxi changed.

"Damn, you clocked 4 minutes 33 seconds in the Ironman contest?!"

"Holy moly, that’s even tougher than our team leader."

With praise from former rivals, He Zhijun couldn’t help but feel a smidge of pride.