They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 337 Go to the vegetable market

Zhang Zhongting in the front row was silent for a while.

There were only four words in his mind.

Don't bother.

Fire drills are different from those of the People's Liberation Army Armed Police. All rescuers wear bulky combat uniforms, and rescue tools vary in size. Wearing full combat uniforms, the load is already very high, and you also carry so much equipment. Why? He may be able to walk on his feet at all times.

Moreover, it is mainly a matter of imaginary enemies.

Firefighting is rescue. No fire drill is supposed to operate under the circumstances that need to be concealed from others. Moreover, in today's traffic environment, all roads lead to Rome, and there is no need for the emergency march project at all.

It is not that there was no emergency march. Most of the first batch of more than 1200 special service officers and soldiers entering Sichuan at that time were in the earthquake zone during the emergency march.

But this is a large-force exercise, not for special services.

He has been "part-time" at the headquarters for several months. He naturally knows the physical condition of the province's officers and soldiers. Not everyone can meet the military's physical fitness requirements, otherwise the headquarters would not issue so many notices and criticisms every year.

And as far as the passing line is concerned, reaching it is nothing.

Of course Fang Huai knew better, because he was a member of the army that brought down the army in his previous life.

It can be said that with the current training intensity of the Second Special Service Squadron, even one day in the ordinary squadron can make them wail for a week.

However, it is under such conditions that they should be given more strength.

A real earthquake is far more cruel than a ten-kilometer run with arms. You can't even get through the foreplay, so there's no climax.

Seeing that Lao Zhang ignored him, Fang Huai leaned in the back row again, holding the walking stick with both hands, raised his eyebrows, and sighed:

"Hey... something really happened. I have to work very hard to survive it."

Zhang Zhongting in front felt a little itchy.

He knew that this turtle grandson was definitely going to make him uncomfortable. When he came, he made up his mind and wouldn't listen.

However, after changing several positions in succession, I still felt a little uncomfortable under my buttocks. Unhappy, I pressed the electric seat back hard and tilted the seat all the way down.

"Hey, hey, hey! You're crushing my foot!" Fang Huai shrank back in fear.

Zhang Zhongting leaned back on his seat and smiled happily.

Fang Huai cursed more than once in his heart, but he didn't dare to curse out loud. After all, he was under the roof, and he was still riding in Lao Zhang's car. He only regretted that he had just gotten into the car, why didn't he be gentle and courteous and let the leader come to the back row? sit.

Zhang Zhongting sat in the front row just to lie down and sleep. There had been a lot of things recently and he was tired after a long day. Now, he really fell asleep.

However, after sleeping for a while, Zhang Zhongting sat up straight again.

It's like a fake corpse.

The seats were adjusted back again.

Picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Well, Xiao Zhou, let me inform each team that the pull-out time will be advanced two hours. Well, the end time will remain the same, it will still be two days. It depends on the completion time of the subjects."

"Add a...twelve-kilometer emergency march, complete equipment, and simple rescue tools.

Special service team, with baggage.

You ask the director to plan the route and drop-off point. It should not be so easy to walk, try to restore the real environment, create elimination and attrition on the road, the route should be along the road, and try to let the medical team follow the car. "

"Don't worry about the report. I will call Mr. Wu to report."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhongting turned around and glanced at Fang Huai.

Fang Huai, who straightened up to eavesdrop, immediately leaned back happily and stretched. Then he raised his hands, touched the ceiling of the car, and said with a smile:

"Capture Sansuoli!...Long live the Chinese People's Volunteer Army! Long live the [-]th Army! I just regret that I am not at the right time!"

Squad Leader Qiu, the fourth-term sergeant who was driving, smiled.

Zhang Zhongting also smiled.

The Volunteer Army resisted U.S. aggression and aided Korea. This was what they, the veterans, had heard about since childhood, and it was also what they admired and admired when they joined the army.

Ice Sculpture Company, 113rd Company of the 337th Regiment of the 3th Division, the predecessor of the [-]th Steel Company, the [-]th Interleaved Company...

There are countless groups of real heroes, even heroes and martyrs.

Those stories inspired countless Chinese soldiers and frightened foreign enemies.

In a fight, hit with one punch to avoid a hundred punches coming.

In an exercise, if these warriors in the peace era can really show even one ten millionth of the courage they had in that battle, that is what they can only dream of.

When this was mentioned, Zhang Zhongting got a little excited and suddenly felt that he was too careful and should really give them more strength.

After a long while, Zhang Zhongting shook his head and said with a smile:

"You kid, you have inspired me... If there is a real war, asking people to mobilize before the war is not only our misfortune, but also the enemy's misfortune."

……

One to the scene.

A rotten factory building with four rows of old houses.

In front of them was an open area suitable for gathering, and behind them was a wilderness of low hillsides.

Fang Huai leaned on his walking stick and exclaimed, "The place has been chosen well."

There weren't many cars, just two buses, a few command vehicles, and a few excavators parked in front of the building, carefully digging out some ruins.

But there were a lot of people, two to three hundred in total, half of them were military uniforms and migrant workers. Some were setting up in factories, and some were digging gasoline ditches in the mountains.

Everything shows the expense and seriousness of this performance.

Zhang Zhongting looked back at Fang Huai who couldn't help smacking his lips, showed a smile, and walked towards the command vehicle.

What I play is real.

The driver, Squad Leader Qiu, came over, smiled at him, and took out a box of Hard China.

"Can't you smoke?"

Fang Huai smiled and shook his head: "Quit, thank you monitor."

"Quit it." Squad Leader Qiu lit one on his own, puffed out smoke, and said to the factory:

"It's a big production... We used to be soldiers at the grassroots level, but how have we ever seen this kind of battle? The drills were for each of our squadrons to take turns to demonstrate equipment in a small dilapidated house. In addition to testing technology, it also tested our acting skills. One test question, Before we went up, we had to watch other squadrons do it several times, how could we be serious about it? Now... times have changed."

Fang Huai shook his head slightly.

Times have just begun to change. The next exercise will be the real battle.

In some training bases, there are actually inclined floors built for earthquake drills, and actual combat drills integrating air and ground. In one situation, there are many kinds of equipment to choose from.

How high-end?

One kilometer of front, ten kilometers of preparation.

Not to mention saving people, it can also be done by changing the landscape of the disaster site.

With more and more high-tech, the problem is not the person who writes the questions, but the person who creates the questions.

However, the actual rescue, even fifteen years later, is still more relevant to the drills of this era.

Mainly relying on people to carry equipment into the disaster scene. The micro-operation capabilities of high-tech automation equipment, urban terrain, and policy restrictions are far from reaching the point where mechanical automation can rescue. Otherwise, firefighters cannot call firefighters, but should Called "Fire Operator".

Maybe, there will be such a day.

At that time, firefighters may take off their thick combat uniforms, bid farewell to the sweaty training ground, and conduct machine operation training every day.

What technology brings may bring happiness, but of course, there will also be regrets.

Fang Huai looked at everything around him and was actually very interested. He walked around with a crutch.

The people from the fire department next to him also looked at him with a bit of curiosity.

Of course, Fang Huai couldn't stop talking when he looked at some people preparing for the scene, and his expression became serious.

"How is it possible to prepare equipment like this? You asked workers to prepare all the mortises and tenons for them and let them use them directly? Are these things possible at the earthquake site?"

"Add two steel bars to this place! The curved ones, preferably the ones with a little rust! There are them in the wasteland next to it. Cut two and weld them together. If you get cut, you'll get tetanus! It's real. Only then can you be more careful!”

"Just leave the broken glass by the window! Everything has been cleaned up, what are the people here doing?"

All the way here, I thought about it all the way.

He had only been out of the earthquake zone for a month, and he had a photographic memory. When he looked at the scene up close, he felt that there was still a big gap between it and the real earthquake building.

The level of danger is also much lower.

However, a captain who was commanding next to him became a little impatient when he looked at the crutch on his shoulder and the crutch in his hand.

"Private, which detachment are you from?"

Those present at the scene to prepare today are all machine soldiers brought by various detachments, police squadrons, or seconded. Almost all of them have never participated in earthquakes.

Those veterans who entered the earthquake zone in the early stage were basically the targets of this exercise, not the director team.

The captain was one of the second batch of reinforcements that entered the Anshun detachment in the later period, besides the 108 people.

Although the Guangyuan he entered was not a severely affected area, it was still one of the hardest hit areas. He had seen quite a lot of earthquake buildings. Otherwise, he would not have been responsible for the on-site layout.

This private actually came over and pointed at him.

Normally, Fang Huai would just forget it and turn a blind eye as he would not offend this person.

But today, he was extra serious.

Fang Huai stood up on crutches and said: "Report! Guiyang Detachment, Second Special Service Squadron!"

The captain was a little surprised.

"Why are you from the Provincial Special Service Squadron here today?"

At this moment, Squad Leader Qiu, who was smoking a cigarette behind him, threw away his cigarette butt and was about to step forward to explain.

A leader got off the command car, and it was Captain Li of the Southwest Guizhou Detachment at the scene of the Wangmo flood.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly glanced at Fang Huai with a frown.

Then, he smiled: "You are that one..."

"Report, Guiyang Special Service Second Squadron, Fang Huai!" Fang Huai repeated.

"Ah, yes! First-class hero!" Li Zhi smiled, stepped forward, and said:

"Young man, last time I saw you, I didn't know about your achievements in the earthquake zone. Someone told me about it afterwards, so it was kept secret."

First-class hero, damn!

Are these legs... made by a first-class artist? Sure enough, first-class merit has to be received while lying down!

To receive first-class merit... then half of the foot under the plaster should be missing, right?

This person can actually walk on crutches, with a disabled body and a strong mind!

The faces of the surrounding machine soldiers all showed Risby.

Fortunately, Fang Huai didn't know what they were thinking, otherwise he would have been scolded again.

"Reporting to the chief, I think they are not very well prepared and I would like to correct them!"

At this moment, Zhang Zhongting finally revealed half of his body from the command vehicle and waved:

"Shiyong, that's my nephew, Fang Huai!"

Li Zhi's eyes widened: "It's weird, Zhang Zhi's nephew? The tiger father has no dog son! You still go into battle as father and son soldiers! We must win, we must win!"

After that, he patted Fang Huai's shoulder heavily, turned around with a smile, and walked towards Zhang Zhongting.

"Zhang Zhi, you are an incredible nephew. Last time we were at Lewang Reservoir..."

Zhang Zhongting smiled at Li Zhi, turned to the captain and waved his hand: "Let him handle the scene! This kid can't sit still. He has been to Beichuan and Hanwang! Listen to him!"

"Yes!" The captain saluted immediately.

The people around him were also silent, and they all looked at Fang Huai with reverence in their eyes.

The captain looked at him too.

"...Fang Huai? Tell me, how to do it? We will listen to you."

Fang Huai then took the crutch and walked a few more steps.

I took a breath of air, feeling slightly inadequate.

Turning around, he smiled at the captain and said: "Send someone to go near the vegetable market and collect some of that rotten meat. It needs to be smelly, the stinkier the better. Then find a humid place and stay there for a night. There are no rats or bugs." Something like that, let people catch some."

The smiles of everyone around him disappeared.

(End of this chapter)