Free Web NovelChapter 713: Chapter 485: National Firefighting Forces, 160,000!_3
"First Class Merit, there’s even a higher honorary title above that, but I haven’t heard of anything beyond that."
"But if it’s the highest military honor, then what’s the big deal with a promotion?"
"Reaching the Division Commander’s threshold, you can get promoted directly! You could become a general! Do you know what rank a general is? Provincial level!"
"Does Yang LW know? Up into the sky, not yet landed and it’s an honorary title! From Colonel to General, five years!"
"Tsk-tsk, so young, with boundless prospects! Hurry and take a good look, in another ten years, if you want to see him, you’ll only be able to on TV!"
The interpreters in the crowd, all had a sense of pride as if they had seen through Fang Huai’s future.
This explanation set off a buzz of astonishment, especially among the thousands of new recruits in the courtyard, who looked at Fang Huai and felt his silhouette growing taller and taller.
How tall?
As tall as a philosopher! frёeωebɳovel.com
Fang Huai’s face twitched a bit.
He had never been discussed by everyone at such a public occasion before.
This damn, it was like a frame was suddenly placed on him, and he didn’t know what to say for a moment.
It’s cold at the top! The pressure to maintain a high-profile image has reached its limit, and it’s hard to downplay and pretend to be humble!
But, after the captain finished apologizing, his gaze seemed to light up with a hint of combativeness.
"I heard you’re the national Martial Arts Competition champion of the Firefighting forces! I’d like to learn from you!"
Wow! The national Martial Arts Competition champion!
The surroundings grew noisy again.
A martial arts match?
Martial fights are great! Much more interesting to watch than acting!
A group of new recruits also stared intently at Fang Huai.
Not yet enlisted, and you see a national champion? Does a national champion look like this? No... wings or anything?
Watching those Soldier Kings on TV, you’d think they could almost fly!
When Fang Huai heard this, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes.
"Knowing I’m the champion, you still want to compete with me?"
You’re not thinking of announcing my title and then stepping on me, are you?
However, the captain laughed and said, "The non-commissioned officer who is also receiving the troops with me wants to try his hand against you too. He’s not bad on the parallel bars and wants to test the strength of the Firefighting forces."
Fang Huai looked at the non-commissioned officer standing in front of the formation, a man with a rough visage and dumpling ears, probably from practicing martial arts regularly.
This man, that’s where the captain’s confidence came from, right?
He smiled and said, "Fine, you set the event, but there’s not much time left to hand over the troops now. You don’t have to come, let him come directly."
The captain was decisive too, nodding and saying, "Liu Cheng! Come! I got this chance for you! Show some spirit! You’re also the third place in our regiment’s Martial Arts Competition! If you can beat this firefighting champion, when we get back I’ll report to the regiment commander, we’ll properly reward you!"
Although he was third place, Liu Cheng was outstanding on the parallel bars.
"Yes!"
The non-commissioned officer didn’t drag his feet and headed straight for the parallel bars.
At this, many of the people started walking over to the parallel bars.
It wasn’t far, just at the edge of the courtyard. Fang Huai arrived at the parallel bars, turned his head, and asked simply, "What are we competing in?"
The non-commissioned officer replied with a resonant voice, "The one to eight exercises, how many rounds can you do?"
Fang Huai laughed.
"What’s this one to eight? A complete waste of time. I’ve got no time even for exercise two with you, let’s stick to exercise one! I’ll go first, you win if you can surpass me!"
In the past, he might have thought that exercises one to eight were amazing, but with his current level of physical ability, he realized that the most basic exercise one, mechanical stretching, really showed the level of strength. Exercises two, three, and four were just about refining technique. If he was given a chance to breathe on the bars, he wouldn’t come down for two hours.
"Not much time left, I’m starting! You count!"
Fang Huai didn’t prepare. He took off his outer uniform, leaving just a shirt, loosened his wrist cuffs, and didn’t even take off his tie. He jumped onto the bar and started immediately.
Liu Cheng, who had changed into a camouflage uniform to challenge Fang Huai, frowned a little.
Starting like this?
Even as a champion, wanting to beat him with a tie choking his neck? That’s too dismissive, isn’t it?!
Today I have to let you see...
"Fifteen already! Why aren’t you counting?"
Fang Huai on the bar even had time to talk!
The non-commissioned officer quickly came to his senses and began to shout, "Sixteen... Seventeen!"
The captain was a bit confused, asking those around him, "Seventeen already?"
Someone laughed, "Comrade, you are competing against him, how can you lose focus? He’s doing them very quickly! You missed one!"
The conversation quieted down as a voice nearby grew louder.
"Twenty-six! Twenty-seven!"
Fang Huai’s movements were a flurry of speed and precision.
Surrounding him, there was a buzz of discussion.
"Hmph... That thing, my kid can do a dozen or more, what’s so special about it? I thought a Martial Arts Competition involved a fight!"
"Heh, your kid can do it because his bones haven’t fully grown, and he’s lightweight. Why don’t you try? With your weight, if you could do one as standard as him, I’d say you’re amazing!"
"Thirty-eight and he hasn’t even gasped for breath, that’s scary."
The new recruits not far away were looking at the bar with excitement, completely unaware that it would become their nightmare in the future.
The Non-commissioned officer’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
So did the captain’s.
The more they watched, the more alarmed they became.
Sixty!
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If he didn’t slow down, it wasn’t just about challenging—he was on the verge of breaking the record of their entire division!
Ninety-six! The record was broken!
The more Fang Huai did, the more energized he became. At 110, he finally began to heave heavily.
But he didn’t stop.
One hundred two!
One hundred three!
Finally, at one hundred forty, Fang Huai let out a grunt and sprung down from the bar.
He looked at his hands, and the calluses had developed a layer of white blisters.
Around him, the noise was rampant.
Those who didn’t understand chattered away, while those who did couldn’t find the words to speak.
The captain looked at the Non-commissioned officer, and the Non-commissioned officer looked back at the captain.
They both saw confusion in each other’s eyes.
Who trains like this?! Is this guy even human?
One hundred forty, heard of it, never seen it though!
And so standard! No switching hands, straight up and down! In the military... can anyone really do this?
It wasn’t just them, all the personnel receiving the new soldiers were dumbfounded.
The others just watched for the excitement, in their eyes, this was godly!!
"Are you six... going up or not?"
The captain wanted to ask the Non-commissioned officer if the old record of around sixty had been surpassed.
At least manage half of what he did!
But seeing the Non-commissioned officer’s bitter smile, and the previously resolute expression gone, he already knew the result.
He couldn’t do better, at most 30, and today it looked like he’d lose face in front of all the new recruits.
The personnel receiving the new recruits really wanted to tell them how awesome these 140 pull-ups were, the level of the scene they witnessed today, but seeing the eager looks on their faces, they could only shake their heads and sigh.
Forget it, a newborn calf isn’t afraid of a tiger... no, a dragon!
Let them experience it for themselves later on.
At that moment, Fang Huai had caught his breath, stomped his feet, and looked at the Non-commissioned officer with a half-smile.
"Are you going up or not?"
The Non-commissioned officer remained silent.
The captain, whose commanding presence was gone, finally understood why, as soon as he spoke up, those Firefighting cadres would shut their mouths. It wasn’t because of an August First Medal.
Absolute strength.
His dry throat forced out a question: "How... how do you train? The highest in our division was only..."
He couldn’t finish the sentence, as it would be like slapping his own face.
Grinning with his arms akimbo, Fang Huai said, "How many people are in your division?"
"Just over... around ten thousand!" The captain finally remembered the Order on secrecy and gave a vague answer.
Then Fang Huai scanned the crowd and said,
"That explains it. What does it mean to be a national champion? Sixteen thousand in the national Firefighting forces! Same water, same food, we are all soldiers, and your bar isn’t thicker than ours!
Comrade, don’t treat a bread bun as if it’s not real food!"
