He was reborn and became a firefighter again?

Chapter 19: Humanity and worldliness…Wada Ji’s horse racing

This wave of power has been completely effective.

Who can be better than the sixth squad leader?

Fang Huai looked sideways at Battalion Commander Zhang and found that he also had an envious look on his face.

At this moment, squad leader Pan also showed his protective side, walked up to Zhang Yinzhang and patted him on the back.

"Don't worry, you can do it too!"

Battalion Commander Zhang nodded firmly, looking encouraged.

On the other hand, Squad Leader Hao was walking around with a roster, doing nothing and not caring about his recruits.

Damn it, this critical blow hit me right in the heart!

9999!

"Classes 1 to 4, parallel bars, classes 5 to 9, horizontal bars!"

"Class 5, Zhang Ke, get ready for the horizontal bar!"

Hearing this name, Fang Huai couldn't help but turn his head and look.

This guy should have come with him, a fellow from Chongqing, and he introduced himself to people everywhere in the car.

"He can't do it. His physical fitness is very poor." A voice suddenly appeared from behind.

"Damn it, are you in the fifth company too?" Fang Huai turned around and found that it was Cao Peng.

On the train, that nephew from the Cao detachment.

"Yes! I'm in Class 5! There are only three of us from Chongqing in Company 7! You don't know I'm here? I found out about you early in the morning!" Cao Peng had a disappointed expression on his face.

Fang Huai was quite vigilant, and he was a little uncomfortable with this sudden closeness. After entering the society, this attitude was either to have something to do or to borrow money, so he habitually waved his hands helplessly, looking like he was miserable.

"Hey, it's not easy to survive these two days. I don't have time to look around. The management is very strict."

"Yes!" As soon as Cao Peng heard his complaint, he was immediately led astray.

"Only in the past two days have I learned that the army has such strict control. When the company commander asked me about my family situation, I even mentioned my second uncle, and the squad leader even...hey! I should have known better that I wouldn't have come!"

Fang Huai was delighted to hear this.

This guy is a perfect replica of himself in his previous life.

"When you're out of the squadron, go to your uncle's detachment and see if he can transfer you to a branch. The grassroots squadron is very miserable. If you don't have any patience, you can't stay here."

"Tch." Cao Peng said with disdain.

"Why don't you ask your uncle to transfer you to the Guiyang detachment? If you can stay, I can!"

What the fuck?

Fang Huai's eyes widened and he quickly patted him to tell him to keep quiet.

"My God, how do you know..."

Cao Peng looked proud: "Before I set off, my uncle called me and said that Zhang Zhi's nephew was coming with me. His surname was Fang. Your uncle would be busy. It was my uncle who handled your enlistment. Yeah! They are old comrades-in-arms and have been in the same squadron, so they have a very good relationship! How about I talk to you about this?"

Fang Huai felt that he was being teased for the first time since his rebirth.

This guy is really a master at pretending to be confused. We chatted for hours on the train, and I thought he was a familiar person. After a long time, he knew everything.

"Hey, don't say that! I don't want to be treated like you and get some special treatment!"

Fang Huai smacked his lips and let go of his guard.

If for a long time someone was so close to me because of their family relationship, then I couldn't act too distant.

I just felt something was wrong. I had never had such a conversation in my previous life.

Maybe my memory is not deep, I forgot some trivial things about the new regiment.

Thinking about it carefully, most of the things I can remember about the military in the past were those that aroused great emotions. At that time, I was still thinking about when I could arrange a phone call to hear Huang Jiaojiao's voice. I specially left a photo of her to show off to my comrades. When I mention my girlfriend, I can’t stop talking about it.

So stupid.

Youth is all about being treated like a leek.

"Next, Cao Peng! Get ready!"

"Arrived!" Cao Peng replied loudly, then patted him on the back.

"Wait for me! I can't pull a bar. I'll get off the bar as soon as I get up!"

Fang Huai:......

Surprisingly, it took more than three minutes to get down.

This guy was actually forced to put one on the table and put it up.

As expected, the fifth squad leader gave Cao Peng special treatment. He didn't let him get off the bar, so he jumped onto the bar. He grabbed his hand directly, clamped his legs around his waist, and hung him for more than two minutes, making him grin.

The fifth squad leader also smiled and said loudly to the recruit squad leader in Fang Huai's previous life: "Xiang Zhiyuan! This is your squad leader's nephew. Do you want to come and help practice?"

The recruits were in an uproar.

Relationship soldiers!

The second squad leader Xiang Zhiyuan chuckled: "Cao Zhi? Practice hard! Give him extra training at night! Otherwise, the leaders will say that we don't know how to take care of people! The relatives of these leaders are all in need of training!"

When Fang Huai looked at Zhiyuan like this, his heart felt cold.

At that time, I was in Xiang Zhiyuan's class, and I was also the one who was taken care of by him.

There is no way. Generally, after the recruit period, the related soldiers go to the agency and do civilian work. When something happens to the grassroots squadron, they act like dogs, pretend to be powerful, and do not respect the squad leader. Sometimes, in order to appraise the merits, They will also link their connections to the grassroots squadrons and take up spots in other squadrons, which is more hateful.

It just so happens that some agency soldiers are relatively familiar with the work arrangements of each leader, and are also involved in auxiliary management work. They deliberately mess up things and give the leaders the opportunity to give you troubles.

For example, if there is a video roll call of each unit at 7:7, and the announcement is made at 10:, they will deliberately delay it for a few minutes, and then notify you at the end, leaving you in a hurry and having no time to react. A group of people will hurriedly show up in regular clothes when the time is almost there. In the video, everyone in the squadron is already seated. In the eyes of the leader, this kind of scene means that your squadron leader has failed to manage things well, and you have no chance to argue.

Appeal?

Why should I be the first to notify you?Your name came up last. Any questions?

Not happy with me? Next time, cut off the surveillance video of your guard occasionally napping and send it to the mailbox of the cadre responsible for reporting. Do you believe it?

Disastrous consequences may occur when the names of grassroots cadres are placed in front of leaders during promotions.

And if you have a good relationship with someone, if there is an emergency training or an inspection by the leader, and they see the inspection vehicle going out, they will say hello to you in advance. You may be able to do some hygiene in advance and notify the sentry to tidy up your appearance. He stood up energetically and notified the veterans and squadron cadres who had taken leave beyond the allowed limit to come back quickly. Everyone escaped a disaster.

They really don't have the ability to make things up out of thin air, but they can put a magnifying glass on the leader's eyes when inspecting a unit, or a fill light that shows brilliance.

In view of all this, the grassroots leaders cannot offend, they can only support them enthusiastically and tell the veterans, hey, damn it, just bear with it, it’s all human nature and worldly wisdom!

The veteran is outspoken, but he is also very unhappy in his heart. He is unhappy with these people who have "special abilities".

Therefore, when many veterans hear the words "relationship soldier", their eyes are either disgusted or glowing green.

It's a pity that Fang Huai has been out of the army for a long time and only understood these truths after suffering many beatings from society.

"Oh, shit, my hands are bleeding!" Cao Peng walked back to Fang Huai and complained in a low voice.

"Come on, it's a good thing to hang up. With the calluses, I can hold on more firmly next time." Fang Huai smiled and comforted the fellow, but his eyes were fixed on the horizontal bar.

Cao Peng noticed the look in his eyes and bared his teeth again and said with a smile: "What, are you really ready to fight with them in Class ? I just heard from your squad leader that you... how many can you pull?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried it."

Cao Peng reached out and squeezed his arm, then shook his head immediately.

"You can't do this, you don't have as many muscles as I do!"

Fang Huai rolled his eyes: "That's just fat of yours. I just want to grow a streamlined body with explosive muscles. I'm not interested in big muscular men."

"Hey, look at our class Chang Kun, who used to be in the high school physical education class. Can he compete with that muscular man from Class 8?"

Fang Huai was stunned.

"Chang Kun? Kunming's Kun? The one in Stephen Chow's "The Nine-Rank Sesame Official"?"

Cao Peng clapped his hands: "Yes!"

Fang Huai couldn't help showing a smile: "This name is taken apart...it's quite awesome, and it sounds more comfortable than the name Zhang Battalion Commander."

"How to decode the word Chang?" Cao Peng was also stunned.

"There is no need to split the character "Chang"."

"Kun...fuck, brother, you are a veteran! Hahaha..."

……

Chang Kun from Class 20 practiced swinging, waves.

Classes 6 and 7 also had a few strong men emerge, all with scores of around 17 or 18.

All the squad leaders are overjoyed, this year is really awesome!

Some people who have some say in their squadrons have already begun to select talents for their squadrons.

They send the list to their squadrons. If their detachment is assigned to some of them, the squadron cadres will try to get them. There are also some who have special skills, and the squad leaders will silently note them down.

"Twenty!" There was an exclamation from the other side, and the voice gradually became louder.

Battalion Commander Zhang went up.

Zhao Bing stood aside, frowning.

"Two one!"

"two two!"

At this moment, he finally stopped. This guy looked very familiar when he saw the waves, and he did twenty-two in one breath.

Depending on the situation, you can still get a few on the bar.

Fang Huai was also a little nervous. After thinking about it, he secretly changed his position and came to the side of Zhao Bing.

They lost, and at worst it was the squad leader's face that lost.

How much is two taels of face worth?

If Fang Huai loses, he loses on the mission!

If you want to win the single and parallel bars events reliably, you have to look at how the system calculates results.

Today, we have to pull two rounds on the horizontal and parallel bars. The way we calculate the number of runs is that only the highest result is counted.

What about the system?

Does it only count the highest one, or does it count as long as one round is won?

He's not afraid of anyone on the horizontal bar or wave swing. That's his strength. He knows how to swing it smoothly.

But on the parallel bars, he wasn't sure, and he still doesn't know how strong he is.

Parallel bars... It's best to place your hopes on the second round to increase the probability of winning. If that guy works so hard, he will definitely have no energy in the second round and won't be able to do a few.

Even if the system wins in the second round, it will count, then push your strength to the second round of parallel bars and win for sure.

Tian Ji races horses.

"Twenty-seven!!"

"Hey? Stop it! Hey! We can obviously pull two more!"

The recruits in Class 8 all have a Versailles-like pity.

Twenty-seven! One person can equal most of the grades of the class!

And they ranked second in their class, sixteen!

Who else?

How can I be proud of you? How can I be proud of you?

"How many can you pull?" Zhao Bing started rubbing his hands.

Squad Leader Hao was the first to call him to fight, and he was a little stressed.

Fang Huai smiled: "How many can you pull?"

Zhao Bing said with a frustrated face: "This is my first time! I don't know!"

"Then can I know?"

Fang Huai asked back, and now both of them were speechless.

"Hey, try your best. I guess apart from the two of us, it depends on whether Jiang Peng can pass ten." Fang Huai patted Zhao Bing and put some pressure on him.

After thinking for a while, he added: "Swinging is very simple. Just relax your arms and hold on to the bar. When you come down, don't resist the inertia... Do you know what inertia is?"

Zhao Bing looked helpless: "Brother, I went to high school! ... Sophomore year of high school!"

"Haha...come on."

"Zhao Bing! Prepare to attack!"

"Yes!"

Hao Chengbin also came over at this moment and said to Zhao Bing.

"Pull well!"

Zhao Bing nodded, raised his hand and shouted hello, in a ready posture.

Everyone realized that this guy was the king of Class 9.

"Go to the bar!" the sixth squad leader yelled.

Fang Huai quickly said loudly: "Hold on to the bar first, and the first one will start swinging!"

Zhao Bing swung his feet forward and started to wave.

Pan Zhaohui held his hands and stepped forward, looked at Hao Chengbin, and smiled narrowly.

"Old Hao, the boss of your class still relies on the second child to teach you?"

Seeing Zhao Bing in the distance, Hao Chengbin thought of Fang Huai's ability in the morning and encouraged Fang Huai.

"It's not certain who is the boss, right, Fang Huai?"

This was the first time in his thirty-four years of life that Fang Huai had received this kind of trust. Although it was all due to Old Bidden's scheming, he still couldn't help but be excited for two seconds.

"Ahem, thanks for the squad leader's encouragement! I will work hard!"

Pan Zhaohui leaned back tactically and glared: "Huh? This guy is really good at talking!"

Then he remembered something: "Didn't you faint just this morning? Can you still have a bowel movement?"

Fang Huai stood still and said, "Report to the class monitor! I fainted from hunger in the morning. After eating, I'm done!"

Hao Chengbin laughed and patted Fang Huai on the shoulder again.

"Being able to pull them over even when they're fainted is what you're capable of!"

Pan Zhaohui was laughing at first, but suddenly he got upset and said with a crooked mouth: "You're just bragging. If you can pull off twenty people, I'll lose a pack of cigarettes to your squad leader."

As he said that, he felt a little disadvantaged again and turned to look at Hao Chengbin.

"Old Hao, do you want to bet or not?"

Hao Chengbin and Fang Huai were immediately speechless.

You've said it out loud, and it's become a bet again. In terms of thick skin, you are the one with the thickest skin.

d(￣_￣*)===b

"What are you betting on?" Hao Chengbin said with interest, holding his hands.

Hao Chengbin didn't ask Fang Huai if he was sure. He felt that he was a gambler.

"Black foot pole!" Pan Zhaohui took the opportunity to rob.

Here, a pack of expensive cigarettes worth 45 yuan (Fu), also known as black-footed cigarettes because the butts are black, is the highest etiquette used by Guizhou fire veterans to receive guests.

If they give you a black-legged pole to smoke when you meet, it means that they think highly of you.

Of course, this black-legged pole also has other meanings in Guizhou.

Foot pole, in southwestern dialect, refers to the entire leg.

Black foot pole refers to wearing black stockings at night...the very cheap kind, good news for workers and peasants.

There is not much difference in price between buying a pack of black-legged poles and consuming one black-legged pole. Their main focus is on quantity.

"Old Pan, I find that you are becoming more and more unrealistic." Hao Chengbin became a little timid when he heard the black-legged pole.

Fang Huai smiled and didn't want to disturb the two referees' off-court betting.

The squad leader of Class 8, really the squad leader.

This guy seems to have a strong desire for revenge.

"Do you want to bet or not? Aren't you very confident?" Old Pan was embarrassed, and Hao Chengbin couldn't bear to hurt the recruit Danzi's heart.

"Okay!" Hao Chengbin said impatiently.

When the words fell, Zhao Bing had already come down.

Hao Chengbin was just talking and didn't pay attention. He was stunned and said to Zhao Bing.

"how many?"

Zhao Bing looked sad and wiped his sweat: "I'm sorry, squad leader, my hand slipped...Twenty-two."

Pan Zhaohui smiled and said, "I'm never sorry in life! You've done your best!"

As he said that, he turned to look at Fang Huai with a smile.

"Young man, come on! Go and win your squad leader Hao's cigarettes for me!"