They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 167 How about a big bet?

"No need, leader. I can do the competition. The squad leader is old after all."

Fang Huai felt quite guilty if Captain Hao really came.

Although he doesn't believe that the grassroots armed police squadron can be much better than the fire department when it comes to fighting.

Most of the people in the army who have practiced top boxing and kicking skills are in various teams that specialize in fighting.

Armed police special operations, field fighting teams, the People's Liberation Army's Bayi Sanda team, etc.

The training of most people in the army is still for war, not to improve their personal skills.

When it comes to how high the force value of special forces is with their bare hands, it depends on the situation if one can fight seven or eight.

Are special forces front-line special forces?

Is the other party really too weak?
It still depends on whether the seven or eight people who are besieging him dare to kill him.

I really met several desperadoes who were relatively resistant to beatings. Their fists were of no use, only their feet were useful. If they ran fast, they would be finished if they couldn't catch up with you.

Since the founding of the Republic, hand-to-hand combat and close combat training have become less and less, and most of them have been training with firearms.

In the past, I generally practiced very hard.

The first batch of soldiers who experienced large and small battles after the founding of the People's Republic of China were the most ruthless in close combat. They were killed.

Wherever he can stab him, he learns killing skills.

Until the 80s, the moves were very fierce, and he used them as hard as he could.

He had seen the Eighteen Black Dragon moves practiced by the armed police in the 80s.

Half of the moves are head slaps, chin thrusts, chest slaps, crotch picks, eye pokes, sneak attacks from behind, etc.

At least it's a skill that hurts people, the kind of injury that causes disability.

Anyway, if you go to a regular fighting match, after one set, the referee will take out several red cards.

I don't tell you the rules at all, and I have really developed body memory. I can't hold my hand back. If I play that way, it will cost my comrades a lot.

So I stopped practicing later.

What he is practicing now is just some relatively basic fighting skills and grappling.

The purpose is mainly to subdue people.

Flying kicks, front kicks, leg sweeps, ground techniques, etc., there are some movements that ordinary people cannot do, but the training of ordinary troops spends less time on them, and lacks the guidance of experts. Compared with fighting masters, they are a little tougher. But there are too many gaps in the action.

...

but.

There are at least a hundred people there.

It's hard to guarantee that someone has professionally practiced other skills before joining the army.

In a previous life, there was a squadron from Fanghuai County who came from Shaolin.

It's not the Shaolin Temple, it's the Songshan Shaolin martial arts school. Zheng'er Ba Jing has been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

The waist and horse are integrated into one, and one punch can really knock the person holding the sparring gear off his feet.

In this life, Chen Zhenghai, a boxer in the Second Squadron and the fattest non-commissioned officer in the squadron, was beating loudly in the gym upstairs every day. The sound was low and powerful, and the vibrations were huge, and it sounded cruel.

Of course, he also snores very hard. In the special service team, Wu Di grinds his teeth and snores, which is a feat.

In short, boxing is afraid of young people.

What if Squad Leader Hao is dealt a harsh blow and goes back with a bruised nose and a swollen face... that's not good either.

Thinking of this, Fang Huai's face was inevitably a bit resentful.

From now on, when you go out, you should try not to mention Squad Leader Hao’s name.

The squad leader can't squat on the toilet all the time.

"Brother, don't be afraid. Even if your master is here, we will compete in a civilized manner. We will stop at the point."

From a distance just now, he couldn't see Fang Huai's attack clearly. The captain noticed Fang Huai's expression and concluded that he probably wasn't very good at fighting, and that he probably had some luck.

Fang Huai really doesn't know any moves and has little fighting experience.

But martial arts in the world are nothing more than speed and strength, and Fang Huai has both, as well as prediction.

He punched down with the force of 56 horizontal bars.

"Haha, leader, it's enough for me to come. Whatever you want, I can do it."

When the captain heard this, he crossed his arms and spoke louder:

"What are we coming for? That's what your instructor Cao is coming for! He told us when he was still the deputy squadron leader!

At that time, we were drinking together outside, and he said: He must personally train a group of soldiers to challenge our squadron!
The year before last...you said it was the beginning of spring, right?

It’s been two years and there has been no movement. I almost forgot about it, but I didn’t expect that he would still remember it! "

wipe.

When Fang Huai heard this, his momentum immediately dropped by half.

After a long time, we are not a teacher of justice at all, but a provocation from someone else's sect!
Fang Huai couldn't help but ask: "Leader...how many new recruits do you have in your squadron?"

The captain replied: "16."

Fang Huai was speechless.

Damn it, Lao Cao really doesn’t have any B-words in his words. If he hadn’t met himself, how could he fulfill his ambition?

The base numbers are three times different, so you are playing with the probabilities.

The new armed police internal security corps has to do physical fitness.

"Leader, we don't have many subjects in common, just the horizontal bar, rope climbing, and running... There's no space here, right?" Fang Huai looked around and asked.

The captain pointed to a long hemp rope hanging on a large hanging platform in the distance and said:

"Aren't you good at climbing ropes? Show it off and let us learn?

Ours is not your 12-meter rope, it is 18 meters, and it is suspended the whole way, and there is no building like yours next to you to step on..."

"That's called the training tower, leader." Fang Huai corrected:

"Also, although you are tall, it does not mean that you are strong. Ours is 12 meters, but we are fast!
And we don’t allow people to step on the building, that’s a foul.

As for these two subjects, you can let you recruits crawl first. I will help you flush the ground first. After they finish it, I will go and do it, so as not to delay going back to eat. "

"Hey, that sounds pretty loud, young man, can we do both together?"

Fang Huai was speechless and said: "Boss, just give me a 10-minute break. Director Cao doesn't want us to rest on weekends. I won't be able to go back until I fully vent my energy!"

The captain laughed loudly: "Sensible! You are much more sensible than the recruits in our squadron. We have to force you to practice! Okay, young man, if you are my soldier, I will make you the squad leader!"

Fang Huai curled his lips and said to Sun Jingwu: "Squad leader Sun, get out of the water, let's flush the ground."...

Helping other units flush the ground is also a common job for fire fighters.

Friendly units, administrative departments.

Soldiers are responsible for working hard, and leaders are responsible for uniting all forces that can be united.

This is the same principle as the two words in "firefighting".

Those engaged in "elimination" and those engaged in "prevention" are not the same group of people, but without the dedication of "elimination", there will be no power of "prevention".

Don't ask the young men who serve as police officers in the grassroots squadrons why they have to go through so many certification procedures. They are only responsible for serving the police.

They don't understand either.

They may not have seen those application forms and inspection procedures even once from the time they joined the army to the time they were discharged.

What they know about fire inspections is just how high a floor is and how much pressure is required for water to flow out. They check to see if there is a climbing platform in the community. They drive the fire truck there and follow the fire prevention staff to cooperate with what they need to test.

The inspection tasks that are really implemented by the grassroots squadrons are to check whether there are fire extinguishers in the shops along the street from time to time and whether the wiring layout is messy.

...

It took a full hour and a half to make the entire compound look like new.

Fang Huai also helped water the pile of greenery.

I hope those weeds will grow taller and those in blue clothes will be better hidden during the next drill, lest they jump out again and tie up any passerby.

He's not Galen, just practicing these grass Q's.

But when Fang Huai and the others rushed to the ground, the armed police soldiers next to them also had longing expressions on their faces.

Firefighters are so powerful.

Clean up this area.

Hundreds of them had to clean the huge courtyard all afternoon. Four of them, one holding a water gun and another holding a hose, while the other two took breaks, finished the job in a few hours.

During this period, some people also wanted to come up and hug the water gun. Fang Huai accepted it with a smile and gave them time to take turns to experience it.

As soon as the results came up, Han Yong and Xiao Haishan, who were holding the water hose, became weak and relaxed a little.

Sun Jingwu in the car silently increased his pressure.

The armed police sergeants experienced a small flying stick and got completely wet.

Someone nearby couldn't help but laugh: "How strong are you? You can't even hold a water gun! Let me come, I can hold you by myself!"

As a result, when the man came up, Han Yong withdrew.

"Two more! Two more!"

The man started shouting crazily. He was lying on the ground and was dragged everywhere by the hose. He did not have a waterproof combat suit. When Sun Jingwu relieved the pressure and stood up again, his underwear was dripping with water.

Fang Huai smiled mischievously beside him.

You have experienced our equipment. Will you also give us a trial of your equipment later?
...

Pack up the hose and arrive at their training ground.

Four new recruits are here.

Fang Huai took the lead, and three soldiers of the same age were unwilling to be left alone.

The new recruits of the armed police have all begun their second round of training. The large platform, like a diving platform, should be the place where they train for rope climbing and rappelling.

Urban soldiers, whether they are rescuers or performing other tasks, have to face tall buildings.

At this moment, a recruit was at a height of about 10 meters. He could no longer climb up. He had done everything on his hands all afternoon. It was good to be able to climb up the second time.

"Brother, come!" The captain saw Fang Huai coming and waved with his training book.

Fang Huai's four-man column walked to the platform and formed a single file. They all turned to the platform, stood astride, and then came out of the queue.

As soon as he got out of the queue, he looked back and saw that the three recruits were alone compared to the two rows of 8+7 recruits.

Fang Huai even wanted to call Sun Jingwu out of the car to make up the count.

"Leader, let's do one round, shall we? Who can make it up in the second round?" Fang Huai asked with a frown, looking at the recruits hanging above, unable to get up or down.

The captain was happy again now: "Oh? Are you scared? Some of the new recruits in our squadron have gone up in both rounds!
Zhou Quangen, come out and tell him your training results this afternoon! "

A dark and thin recruit immediately stepped out of the queue, looked ahead, and said loudly:
"Report to the squadron leader! This afternoon, the first training, rope climbing, 29 seconds!
The second training, horizontal bar, 22!
The third training, rope climbing, 62 seconds!Report completed! "

The recruit's report was high-pitched and powerful, reverberating throughout the training ground.

oh...

Fang Huai was a little surprised.

Look at people...

The password for this report is more formal than mine.

But with these results, don't act like a arrogant little cock.

16 people take turns practicing. How long is the rest time?
If you can do it continuously and achieve this result, that would be a bit interesting.

"This...there's nothing comparable." Fang Huai said.

The captain thought he was cowarded, so he smiled and said: "Well, I told Director Cao back then that there is no comparison. You fire recruits are not trained as hard as us!
But I think your skills are pretty good, so why don't you guys stop comparing your physical abilities? I'll call a soldier later and come to the ring with you for some fun?Being a soldier but not practicing martial arts is not fulfilling your duty!

However, if you don’t want to come, that’s fine, just climb the rope back. This is your strength after all. "

Every word of the captain's words stirred him.

If this person could be sent by Cao Yi, he must be quite strong. He knew it in his heart.

Just kidding, that is the firefighting special service squadron. Although there are few people, the personnel are selected. They are just an ordinary squadron. Will he despise it?

However, if this kid dares to accept the challenge in the ring, today we will make this recruit go home completely defeated.

Who knows, these words are exactly what Fang Huai meant.

Fang Huai raised his hand and glanced at the time. It was only four o'clock.

Confrontation in the ring is nothing more than deciding the outcome at the end of the day.

After thinking about it, Fang Huai smiled and said: "Leader, you may have misunderstood. What I mean is that they can't compare with me in terms of physical fitness."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the captain's face froze.

However, the discipline of the armed police's queue was indeed strict. No one said a word, and everyone looked straight ahead.

Fang Huai looked at him and said nothing, then smiled and said:

"How about a big bet?"

(End of this chapter)