They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 459 Is he really called No. ?
During the long night, the mountains and forests on three sides of the school added a lot of insects to this late September night.

Fang Huai was gathering his thoughts on the way back to the dormitory. The shadow under the night light was just a little tall, not too special, but what he was thinking about would be enough to shock the entire fire brigade once it was revealed.

However, this figure alone has attracted the attention of two people.

Two girls in long-sleeved uniforms walked toward the Military Service Club.

One person said: "Wow, you are a young elementary school student."

The other person looked dazed: "...Fang..."

I didn’t call out all the names because I didn’t have a deep memory. I was nervous and forgot them for a moment.

The figure hurried past, only frowning at the road, not looking directly at them. The pace seemed slow, but it was gone in a few seconds.

"Zhang Dan, do you know him?"

Zhang Dan's eyes turned back and stared in the direction of Fang Huai entering the dormitory building. It took several seconds for the girl who spoke to get a response.

"Well... from our main team."

"Ah? Then why don't you call him? No, I've seen all the freshmen in the Guizhou team this year, but he's not there."

The girl was very convinced that the man was tall and handsome, with fair skin. If she had ever seen him, she would never forget him.

"Really, it's him... Oh, his name is Fang Huai!"

Zhang Dan finally remembered the name. When he called it out, he was a little loud and a little anxious. He was angry that his love at first sight was not so deep, and he forgot his name when they met.

At this time, Fang Huai, who was walking to the door of the dormitory building, heard someone calling his name. He finally came to his senses, turned around and took a look, and found the person who was staring at him, but there was no expression on his face. He turned around and walked in. building.

That was Zhang Dan, he recognized it.

However, he has seen the pretentiousness of female soldiers. The time in the military academy is so tight, he does not have the energy to deal with these bodhisattvas, so he just pretends not to see them.

……

Fang Huai knew almost nothing about the military academy in his previous life. When he got here, he listened here and there and asked about the rules here.

Fortunately, there were no bad people among the people in the dormitory. Everyone was friendly. Fang Huai took the initiative to talk to someone, and no one ignored him.

After everyone had washed up, before turning off the lights, they sat together and started playing bullshit.

Jin Guotao's nickname was Brother Tao. This nickname was stolen from the squad leader Yang Tao. Because the pronunciation of the word "Tao" in the two people was the same, there could not be two "Brother Tao" in one dormitory, so the district captain became Brother Tao. Everyone gave the squad leader another nickname, "Man".

Because Yang Tao often brags about B and says, "Men should do whatever they want."

Brother Tao is also quite satisfied with this nickname.

There was also Sun Ning, who came from BJ and was born in Tigan. Everyone said that he had great connections in Beijing and was also strong, so they called him "Big Brother".

The boss seemed to be used to this nickname, but he repeatedly told him not to yell blindly when the leader was around.

The other three have no nicknames yet, Luo Chuanhong, Zhou Long, and Xu Jiang.

Xu Jiang was the one who refuted Fang Huai in the classroom. Because Fang Huai's first impression was that he was boring, he suggested that everyone call him "boring donkey".

Fang Huai was not someone to be bullied. He observed Xu Jiang for two seconds and immediately gave Xu Jiang a nickname.

"Why did you cut your hair? The top of your head is pointed. From now on, let's call you Soaring Cannon."

Everyone looked at Xu Jiang and saw that the bullet was indeed not cut properly and was pointed at the top, so they laughed and agreed.

According to them, the training at the military academy may be more rigorous than that of the new corps, but it is by no means the same level as the squadron. There are not many night trainings, and the fixed training is one and a half hours from 4 to 5:30 in the afternoon every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. hours, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons are queues.

However, the training aspect is the responsibility of the student brigade. The brigade sometimes makes appropriate adjustments according to the school's requirements and is very flexible. For example, if there is a group for exercise recently, there will be more groups, and there will be additional training in the morning exercise class. If the overall physical fitness is not up to standard, just Do more physical fitness.

It is also possible to be merciful and move freely.

As for other skill training methods, separate training classes will be arranged.

This intensity may be quite torture for ordinary students. After all, many of the students who can pass the exam are machine soldiers. But for their Eighth Squadron, this arrangement is just to maintain their physical fitness. If they want not to regress at all, You have to strengthen yourself.

The difference in physical fitness here is even greater than that of the new corps. Take the horizontal bar, the weak ones can only pull two or three, while the strong ones can pull dozens.

Talking about this, squad leader Yang Tao asked:
"How is Fang Huai's physical fitness? Our class has excellent physical fitness!"

Fang Huai just smiled: "Just train you to rush forward. I can't hold you back."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

"Tch, why are you pretending to be mysterious! When you get to the training ground, my brothers will teach you how to behave!"

……

The next day.

What wakes you up in the morning is no longer a whistle, but the familiar wake-up call on the radio.

The horn sounded for about half a minute, and soon after it ended, someone yawned for a long time in the corridor.

"what……"

At this time, Fang Huai had finished washing his face and came out of the bathroom with a basin.

The process of getting up here is the same as in the squadron, first go out for exercise, then wash up, and then eat. If you follow the process, you will have to queue up in the bathroom and fight for the two dozen faucets with hundreds of people on the floor.

Time is precious. There are four classes in the morning. If you finish cleaning up early, you can go early.

Returning to the class was already a spectacle.

The lights are on.

The six people in the class have all put on their clothes and pants, but their collective movements are very unified: leaning on the edge of the bed, feet on the ground, lying on the bed with the upper body reclining, and covering their heads under the quilt, each holding a hand. Belt, use a posture that allows you to get up and go out immediately, and fall asleep for precious sleep.

Fang Huai was amused. These people cherished time more than he did, and they really didn't let go of a second.

Ten minutes later, after quickly finishing the quilt, the whistle sounded.

"Ju~ju, ju~ju, go out and do it!"

Old Paoer Jin Guotao popped his head out of the quilt in an instant, jumped up and shouted: "Let's go, let's go!... Let me wipe, Fang Huai, have you folded the quilt?"

Everyone looked at Fang Huai's bed with blurred eyes.

Fang Huai was already carrying out the last step of tidying up the house: wiping the sheets.

Suddenly, someone cursed.

"Damn, you're so energetic!"

"Fang Huai...you got up so early?"

"Damn it, Menlu, are you here to rectify us? This is a military academy, not a new corps!"

Fang Huai turned his head and twisted his mouth speechlessly:
"I just got up 20 minutes earlier than you! Just a little faster! Sky Cannon, I don't call you Menlu! If you really like nicknames, just call me No. 1, that's what everyone calls me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"number 1?"

"I'll wipe it, No. 1 shou Zhang?"

"Who gave you such a naughty nickname? You didn't choose it yourself, did you?"

Xu Jiang, who had just been given the title of "Sky Cannon", laughed and came over to grab Fang Huai's shoulders:

"I see, you want to be the district captain, right?"

Fang Huai felt the funny atmosphere in the room and couldn't help laughing. He cursed with a rare sense of integration:
"Oh no, it was really taken by someone else. Many people call it that. I lied to you about my grandson!"

Yang Tao, the male squad leader, laughed, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Okay, okay, let's call you Life No. 1!"

Everyone else laughed.

"Haha... yes, Life No. 1, please replenish your brain!"

"Wipe it." Fang Huai gave everyone the middle finger.

Whoever needs brainstorming will find out later.

...

Exercising early in the morning, the amount of training is hard to complain about.

After four and a half laps, it was already almost 20 minutes. The pace was like an old man walking, but the air was not good, there were too many people, the dust was big, and everything was eating away at the dust.

After the run, the teams were taken back to their respective dormitories by district, only to find that some district teams were led by cadres with stars on the bars, while others were students. The cadres lead the district team from ordinary students. They cannot serve as district captains in the first year. After the second year, they will be selected among the students.

The power of the district captain is really great. The squadron leader didn't even take a look this morning. The entire second district team was brought back to the dormitory by Jin Guotao. They did fifty push-ups. He ordered to disband and went back to the building.

However, while everyone was doing push-ups, a few female soldiers came over and pointed at their formation, talking and laughing, which made everyone in the second area team do push-ups more standardly, faster, and stood up. The posture is also exceptionally upright.

Even a slight footing.

Fang Huai glanced at the group of female soldiers from the corner of his eye, and found that Zhang Dan was standing among them. His eyes were so good that he even saw her looking shy among the chattering of the female soldiers, and he suddenly felt troubled. Don't look over there again.

With Yang Shaoqing, other women's excessive attention to him is just a burden. However, it is not easy for him to take the initiative to point it out. When the time comes, a group of female soldiers scold him for being sentimental, and it is not easy to answer.

Just wait for the right opportunity.

……

7:40.

Blow the whistle and leave the teaching building for class.

"We, soldiers! What's the difference..."

The second district team sang songs, carried the uniformly distributed briefcases, and walked majestically into the teaching building and arrived at the classroom on the third floor.

Although they are both in the eighth squadron, the first district team and the second district team are not in the same grade. The first district team is a sophomore and the second district team is a freshman and they do not have classes together.

Recommended students only study for two years, and there is no junior year.

Most of the classes here are in the classroom of your own district team, which is the one for evening self-study. Sometimes there are big classes in the big classroom.

After entering the classroom, he waited quietly for a few minutes. At eight o'clock sharp, a young lieutenant colonel came in. Jin Guotao immediately got up and ran to the podium, shouting:
"All rise!"

"Look to the right!"

"Look forward! Count!"

After a while, Jin Guotao looked at the teacher and asked for instructions:
"Comrade Teacher! Bring the students from the Second District Team of the Eighth Squadron of the Second Brigade to the classroom for class! There should be 47 people present, but there are actually 47! Please give instructions!"

The lieutenant colonel looked down and said, "Oh? Are you really full today? Has the missing person been filled?"

Fang Huai was suddenly embarrassed.

Co-author Jin Guotao's previous reports were all "should be 47, but actually be 46"?
Would you mind drawing hatred from me?

"Report! Fang Huai of Team Nine is on a business trip and has returned to the team!"

The lieutenant colonel glanced at Fang Huai, looked at him again, and then nodded: "I heard, No. 1, with excellent results. When you get to school, keep your past style and train actively! Sit down!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Fang Huai.

Who is this? I heard that a well-established religious official actually said that he had "outstanding achievements"?
Class 9's spirit exploded, and even Jin Guotao hesitated for a moment.

Damn it, is his name really No. 1? ?

Number 1 that all religious officials know? !

"…sit!"

Everyone sat down with full curiosity. If Fang Huai hadn't been sitting alone in the back, many people would have wanted to go over and ask what No. 1 was.

It sounds awesome!
However, the religious leader didn't seem to be interested in explaining. He picked up the book in his hand, looked through it, and started writing on the blackboard.

Fire assessment.

This class was a firefighting tactics class. Fire assessment was also an important content. Four yellow words fell on the blackboard. Soon, everyone stopped looking at Fang Huai and paid attention to the content of this class.

The religious official wrote again:

1. Building structure

2. New building materials

Then he turned around, threw the chalk on the table, and clasped his index fingers on the table.

The first sentence is to ask questions.

"All of you here are veteran firefighters, but you probably haven't been commanders yet. Can anyone tell me what issues the commander of the first disposal squadron should think about first when a fire breaks out?"

Everyone looked at the blackboard and felt that the answer was already on it, so some people read along.

"Building structures, building materials..."

But the religious minister shook his head: "Don't be clever. This is just the content of today's lecture. I will give you one minute to answer freely. If there is no answer I want, I will start to call the roll and give each person two answers. Everyone has been a firefighter for several years. I can’t think of either answer, so don’t blame me for not giving credit.”

As soon as these words came out, there was silence below.

Even some people who fell asleep as soon as class began to open their eyes.

Fake sleepiness: coffee, tea, energy drinks.

Really wake up and doze off: In class, the teacher will ask for your name immediately.

At this moment, some began to think of answers quickly, while others were calm and calm, becoming true masters of probability.

Damn it, panic, forty-seven people, how could they possibly point to me?
"Report, arrive near the scene and observe whether there are water supply fire hydrants along the road!"

The first respondent appeared a few seconds later. The religious leader nodded slowly, but then clicked on the blackboard:

"Well... let's give you a reminder. It's related to today's content and the fire assessment after arriving at the scene."

Now, everyone understands.

Not many people answered just now. It's not that they don't understand the fire scene, but they know too much and don't know where to start.

Once the topic is clarified, the answer will have a direction.

"Judge the size of the fire and the situation of the trapped people, and decide whether to set up a critical attack team!"

"Find the source of the fire!"

"Determine the position of the water divider during internal attack!"

"Set up a cover team and conduct gate control!"

Everyone answered and supplemented actively, and the religious leader kept nodding his head, but there was still expectation hidden in his smile.

A minute passed, and about a dozen people answered, and everyone fell silent because these students, who had previously served as squad leaders, all shared their general knowledge of the fire scene.

Fang Huai was also flipping through the book, looking for relevant content, ready to see what unique insights there were in the book.

However, the religious priest's voice interrupted his train of thought.

"No. 1, your name is... Fang Huai, right? Please tell me."

Others were immediately relieved.

Everyone talked a lot, and when called again, they could only repeat what they just said.

Fang Huai stood up, not surprised that the teacher called him, because the teacher just looked at him with obvious interest.

"Report, uh... I think that all fire factors must be boiled down to the three elements of the fire, air, heat, and combustibles. To control the fire, the main thing we changed is two of the elements, air and heat. In addition to extracting the flammable For moving combustibles, all our actions must be based on changes in air and heat. As for specific actions, there are many, and I cannot answer without describing the specific conditions of the fire scene. "

"Hmm..." The religious priest folded his hands and smiled, saying:

"A rather flattering answer, but you didn't answer the question I asked directly. What I asked was what questions should the commander of the first disposal squadron think about first when he arrives at the scene.

I also said that it should be combined with fire assessment, so I am asking you, the commander should assess a fire from several aspects.

There are relevant theories on this issue.

The tactical points of fire assessment are divided into three questions. "

As the religious priest spoke, he turned around and wrote on the blackboard:
1. What do I have? (tactical resources)
2. Where is it going? (How the fire develops)

3. How do I stop it? (Prevent the spread of fire)

Then, he lightly hammered the blackboard with his hand twice and said to Fang Huai:
"Sit down, Comrade Fang Huai, the leader has shown your plan to our teaching and research team for us to evaluate.

I read it, and your views are indeed unique. It can be said that you are very foresighted about the development of the times, and you have made full use of the scientific and technological products of the new era. However, your problem is that your theoretical system is insufficient, so your plan is a bit messy and has no direction. Sex, so for theoretical things, I suggest you take less time off and study hard here.

Our teaching and research team can provide you with guidance. "

As soon as these words came out, Fang Huai's face darkened.

Holy shit, you want to pick my peaches?

(End of this chapter)