After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 602: Chapter 445: Leave After Receiving the Award

The destiny of a hero lies on the battlefield.

The start of the individual race is but a struggle against oneself.

The fierceness of a martial arts competition can only be appreciated through leisurely text; if one were to witness it in person, they’d only find the scene chaotic. No matter where one stood in the competition field, it was difficult to focus one’s gaze and ears on any single point. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The sound of loud shouting rose and fell in waves. Before you could pay attention, a figure rushed past. Just as you tried to observe closely, something even more rapid and desperate happened nearby.

In the four-hundred-meter supply evacuation, Guizhou happened to be in the same round as Liaoning. Jiang Yonghui of Liaoning ran a time of 1:14.11, but He Zhijun pushed forward with all his might to finish in 1:13.89, shocking the whole field.

He Zhijun collapsed over the fence and vomited as soon as he finished running, the first time it spewed out in jets.

The pressure on those behind him escalated immediately.

In the Southwest, there’s a saying, "Enduring hardship."

It means to struggle desperately, to escape from a predicament without regard for anything else.

The people behind were "enduring" fiercely. When they crossed the finish line, their bodies gave up on maintaining balance and lunged forward, forcing the referees to regroup and hastily learn how to accurately time this "big forward lean."

After confirming that the forward lean was a valid movement, a soldier from the Anhui team thrust his head over the finish line, and after crossing, rolled and scrambled to the ground before rolling several meters forward.

Thankfully, the durability of the emergency rescue suit was quite good, preventing a withdrawal due to injury.

A fictitious competition:

(BGM: Want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun)

Charge, charge, charge, the never-weary soldier, at the sight of the finish line, fiercely screams and releases all his energy.

Upon arrival, he raises his hands high, bellows a mighty roar, and his comrades rush in for a warm embrace.

The reality of competition:

(BGM: One’s own breathing, shouts, occasional boasts, and the rare encouragement)

Oh my god, I can’t do it anymore, my lungs are bursting, my arms are sore, my heart is starting to cramp too, damn it, who’s yelling to speed up? Try it yourself!

There, finally there, damn, damn, don’t touch me, let me breathe, let me breathe!

I can’t breathe!

Of course, they only dared to fiercely pursue those resembling human beings.

Number 1 didn’t act like a human at all.

Before the race, there were also some who were incredibly sharp, claiming they would surpass Number 1.

There weren’t a few of them, after all, his results that day were taken by some as rumors.

Until Fang Huai took to the field, launching with the force of a thousand thunders, he tossed the fuel and water barrels as if they were weightless, carried the dummies as though they struggled on his shoulders, and finished with a cliff-like result of 1:10.67, blowing their minds.

However, he still didn’t break the record.

The corps record was 1:10.2, and it’s said the national record is 1:07, which is quite magical.

Fully dressed in an emergency rescue suit, carrying and holding several to hundreds of pounds, in 1:07.

You should know that after Fang Huai received a second-class meritorious service and strengthened his core strength, he tested his own 400 meters with bare hands, and it was just over 46 seconds, close to the world record—only a "damn" shout away.

That is to say, when the world record holder crossed the finish line, people exclaimed a prolonged "damn," and Fang Huai would arrive right after.

Yet he couldn’t break this record.

This damned four-hundred-meter supply evacuation record would probably require Van Niekerk to join in a month and a half of intensive training before he’d have a chance to break it.

Whether this record is true or false, it probably leaves a sense of reverence in countless national competitions for anyone superhuman.

After this full-force challenge, Fang Huai still failed to break the record, thoroughly liberating himself.

This time, he wouldn’t give anyone the chance to turn the tables. He’d throw them as far as he could.

The next afternoon, he refreshed the Ironman competition record again, finishing in 4:17.82.

Everyone was convinced.

The runner-up, Liao Zhongguo from the Guangdong General Team, was left behind by a full 10.6 seconds.

That entire afternoon, people crowded around Fang Huai, nearly every one of them seeking his advice.

Fang Huai just laughed and said,

"Everyone in our team has made significant improvements. The spots for transfer to our squadron are... three have already been confirmed, only two are left."

Everyone exchanged glances.

Faced with Fang Huai’s evasive response, they wanted to make some cold remarks, but looking back, the Guizhou Brigade was truly first in the group event.

He Zhijun, who had made a name for himself in the national competition two years ago, had become even more formidable this year. Now, his competition with the strong Jiang Yonghui from Liaoning had become one of the few events everyone paid attention to besides Fang Huai.

The two men’s overall scores were neck and neck, with He Zhijun holding a slight lead.

However, neither of them was the previous "third place" boasted by Zeng Jieyi.

Currently, He Zhijun was fifth, and Jiang Yonghui was sixth.

Ahead of them were the outspoken Zeng Jieyi from Hunan, the silent Liao Zhongguo from Guangdong, and another—a second-year soldier from the Shaanxi Xi’an detachment who had hardly interacted with anyone throughout the event.

Their detachment quietly told others that the soldier had spent a year diligently training for the individual martial arts events, enduring blisters on his hands and feet from the relentless practice, all for a burst of fame. He even had his acceptance speech ready, titled "I am young, I strive," waiting to take the stage as a conscript.

Then the news broke out that Number 1, rampaging along the competition, was in his first year.

He was neither as young as Number 1 nor as capable of striving as him.

That young man, who had been prepared to burst onto the scene in silence, now wallowed in his silence and became emo.

Everyone was curious whether the success of the Guizhou Brigade could be replicated, but most of them didn’t know how to respond to Fang Huai’s words.

Transferring to the main corps was a big deal.