"Number 1, how the hell do you know so much?"
"Learned, of course. Just studying with you guys."
"I don’t think so. Look at how Number 1 reacted when he first saw the helicopter—those stats, he knew it all. He must dream of being a pilot!"
"Well, of course, how great would that be? Hey, wouldn’t it be aweso if people could fly? Sotis, when I see so idiots jumping off from upstairs, I genuinely wish I could give them a pair of wings."
"Jumping off from upstairs? Like suicide jumpers?"
"No, from our Squadron."
——Fang Huai’s dream was to give his comrades a pair of wings.
Even if not as flexible, it might reduce so regrets.
...
Once off the helicopter, Captain Hu was already waiting on the ground.
He began with a seemingly deadly task.
"Two kiloters from here, Shennongjia Luojia Bay Forest Fire!"
"Everyone, get on the vehicle, stow your backpacks, put on your firefighting rescue gear! Each team, follow the road signs to your respective destinations, and complete the water deploynt task! In 20 minutes, the fire will start to spread, and the amount of water needed for firefighting will gradually increase. If the fire is not fully controlled within 90 minutes, the task fails!"
Upon hearing this, everyone chuckled.
Water deploynt task.
A patent of exercises—just spray water at a place, the amount of water determines if the fire is out, like playing house.
This kind of thing, isn’t it just a performance to report the training results of new recruits?
minutes, to run two kiloters in full combat uniform is too simple. If allowed, we could even carry a 50-pound pack!
But everyone wasn’t so naive. The task was too simple, and quickly the smart ones started talking:
"Captain Hu, can we call for a helicopter to spray water?"
Hu Peizhou shook his head: "This is the People’s Ard Police helicopter; it doesn’t carry a water bag and can’t assist with firefighting."
"The fire trucks’ water storage is enough, right?" So began to wonder about the potential need to replenish water.
"There are no fire trucks." Captain Hu spoke again.
That startled everyone.
"Then how do we deploy the water?"
Hu Peizhou pointed to the troop carrier again:
"The portable pumps on the truck! Carry them yourself! And the hoses! Each fire spot is about three hundred ters from a water source! Decide for yourself, how much to take! Dismissed!"
Damn.
Crazy.
A group of people imdiately rushed to the back of the truck.
Damn it all.
That’s a large-scale portable pump! The 180-pound kind! No wonder it can pump over 300 ters!
There were hoses and intake pipes too!
ters, plus so bends, would need at least 20 rolls!
The portable pump, at least four n needed to carry it, and for the rest, three and a half rolls of hose each!
Two kiloters?!
The taste of sprinting up ten floors in full combat uniform, plus two rolls of hose—everyone knew that well.
Three to four rolls of hose for two kiloters...
Suddenly, everyone realized this two-kiloter run was going to be lethal.
And they had to complete the task of manually carrying a portable pump for 300 ters...
"Quick, quick, quick! Group five, carry it down!"
"Those who can carry four rolls, take four; those with three, take an extra intake pipe! Move out!"
"Get your empty calls on first!"
There was a clattering sound from the two vehicles at once.
"People upstairs, help our group get so hoses down!"
"Just throw them all down, let’s divide them up!"
"Tighten the hoses, they’re likely to fall out when you run!!"
"Those who are ready can go ahead!"
So groups were also trying clever tricks.
"You can place seven or eight rolls on the pump. This way, part of the hoses can be laid on the pump, and six people can carry it!"
"Number 32, Number 36, you guys with better physical endurance, take three rolls each, reach the endpoint, then co back for another run!"
"Let’s go! We’re running out of ti!"
Fang Huai also grabbed four rolls of hose and shouted loudly:
"Fast! Fast!"
But as everyone quickly dashed towards their objectives, he didn’t leave.
"Ah... honest guy." Fang Huai held four rolls of hose and walked to the helicopter door, smiling at Hu Peizhou.
"Full of tricks." Hu Peizhou scolded with a smile and boarded the helicopter.
Fang Huai followed onto the helicopter and dropped the hoses on the ground.
"Can you bla ? The first and foremost duty of helicopter rescue is rapid response capability. The helicopter is right there, and everyone got off it only to obediently start running. They won’t rember this lesson if they don’t suffer a bit."
The two chatted, the helicopter door closed, and the aircraft started up again.
When the helicopter took to the skies once more, the group that was frantically running on the ground suddenly realized sothing was wrong.
"Where’s Number 1?"
"Behind! He had four rolls of hose!"
"Bullshit ’behind’! Damn, he’s on the helicopter!"
The helicopter specifically circled above everyone’s heads, while Fang Huai waved at them from the window.
The people below held their breath.
"Fuck, you can take the helicopter?!"
"Didn’t soone just ask? The helicopter can’t help!"
"Damn! It was said that there’s no water bag, not that it can’t help transport! You idiot, just running with the hoses! I was just about to ask!"
"Who’s the idiot? Number 11 started giving orders first!"
Below, there was cursing, bla-shifting, and chaos.
Bobcat rolled his eyes at Lin Chong.
"Damn, we’re all instructors, why does Captain Hu get to fly? Stirring up envy is my strong suit, right?"
But Lin Chong glanced at the sky and said,
"Old Hu needed him for sothing."
...
On the plane.
Hu Peizhou sat by the window with a docunt bag, glanced below at the long line that resembled an ant moving house, and said,
"Don’t always do that. You were brought in as an instructor for two reasons, one to lead by example, and the other for your organizational skills and your way of thinking."
Fang Huai, sitting opposite him, smiled and said, "You’ll see, after these ten tasks, everyone will learn the ability to utilize all available resources."
Hu Peizhou also smiled, raised his hand, and handed the docunt bag to Fang Huai.
Fang Huai took it, opened it, and looked through a few pages.
"Training plan?"
"I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, heading to BJ, leadership wants to go over," said Hu Peizhou concisely.
"Regarding that matter, leadership has given a response, they want to have a departntal eting and asked to go over in a few days.
As for the training class here, this week, you’ve shown your practical ability, and I agree with your ideas. Go ahead and do it, I’ll be away for a while, you and Chen Qingzhao will take over for a bit. I’ve spoken to Chen Qingzhao, aside from marching, you can adapt the training plan as needed."
Fang Huai’s heart surged.
I’m in charge of the training class?!
However, his face showed no sign of it. He flipped through the docunts again and asked,
"I can change them? What about the performance comparison? Not doing it?"
Hu Peizhou looked at him and said, "It’s not important anymore. Since you have chosen this path, the training class will no longer be used as a reference."
Fang Huai raised his eyebrows, his thoughts returning to that important matter, struggling to contain his excitent.
"The plan hasn’t changed, right? Wouldn’t it be better if I accompanied you...?"
Hu Peizhou looked at him, wanting to say sothing, but then held back and shook his head.
Fang Huai saw the aning in his eyes and imdiately cald down.
Indeed, sitting at that table, even if only standing, he was far too casual as a Soldier.
Wasn’t collaborating with him because he couldn’t show his face in public?
Sigh, promotion, promotion.
The two were silent for a long while.
It was Fang Huai who broke the silence,
"Taking this opportunity... can you bring up the matter of personnel replenishnt with leadership?"
Hu Peizhou laughed.
This kid is always looking to snag benefits for his Squadron, be it funds or personnel, just like Li Yunlong from "Bright Sword."
No telling how much property his Squadron will accumulate by the ti he’s done. When there’s a chance, he’d really like to have a look.
"You want to cut from others, be careful they might get back at you later. Personnel issues aren’t urgent; let’s first nail down the task. Within the whole corps, transferring Soldiers is a minor matter. With your uncle there, once it’s successful, you can go to your corps to find a solution, right? No need for orders from above. But if you want too many, it’s inevitable that other Detachnts might not be happy."
Upon hearing this, Fang Huai chuckled, brought his knees together, rested his hands on them, and scooted closer to Hu Peizhou, adopting a more humble deanor and whispered,
"Hu... Chief of Staff, if this were just a matter within our own corps, I wouldn’t have brought it up with you."
All of a sudden, Hu Peizhou had a bad feeling.
His eyes then widened.
"You actually want to poach from soone else’s corps?!"
Fang Huai grinned bashfully and nodded.
...
By the ti a group of n, puffing and panting, arrived, Fang Huai had already connected the hoses and had been sitting on the ground waiting for half a day.
The fire began to spread within 20 minutes; these n had already run for half an hour on the way.
Five targets, with holes the size of a palm in the middle, and behind them, the forest.
The water bladders behind each target, because of the delay, had increased from one to two.
Everyone wanted to vent their frustration, but each person was already gasping for breath, and judging by Number 1’s half-smiling expression, they expected him to tease them once the fire was out.
"...Squad 4, get to work!" Number 20 yelled.
Not just Squad 4, other squad leaders also got moving, assigning tasks to their group mbers.
Fang Huai wasn’t slow either.
Seeing that nobody ca to question him, he could only grumble inwardly that these guys had wised up and didn’t co looking for a scolding.
He slapped his butt, stood up, and quickly arranged, "Numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, lift the pump and connect the hoses! Dajiu Lake is right behind you! The rest of you, start with the four hoses connected on the ground, attach both ends to the hoses! I will handle the water gun in a bit!"
While speaking, he helped lift the portable pump and rushed towards the small lake behind them.
The hand-lifted motor pump water supply drill had always been a mandatory item in various major competitions and one of the four events in the world championships. Its actual combat significance was also extraordinary.
In situations where a fire truck cannot reach, using a portable motor pump to connect to lakes and water sources for supply, or to act as a mobile water source in the countryside for pressurization, plays a role in ergency firefighting.
However, such a large pump, even if only a self-priming pump with lower efficiency, could reach at least a hundred ters in lift, almost eliminating the need for serial transfer and pressurization.
Lift isn’t about the length of the water supply but the height the water can reach.
Yet, a 300-ter long water supply line is indeed extravagant. The longest standard drill in current firefighting involves quickly getting water out to control fire at the initial encounter, up to 400 ters.
"Once the hoses by the pump are connected, you can start drawing water! Make sure you clear the intake! This isn’t a water bladder; there’s lots of trash in the lake!"
"Number 3, co here to be my assistant, shoulder the water gun, and ensure water volu over the target! The water bladders are right below the holes, try to lift them higher!"
"Water is here! Water is here!"
At the famous Dajiu Lake in Shennongjia, a group of firefighters was busting their butts working quickly.
Having co here and not worn this uniform, touching the water gun again felt familiar to everyone.
This event wasn’t originally scheduled, and the Firefighting Combat Suits they had prepared were not expected to be used until the fourth week or later.
But, Fang Huai gave them a chance to reconnect with an old friend.
Even though it was exhausting, everyone was vigorously engaged.
Even Lin Chong, an old comrade in firefighting, bravely took the front, holding the water gun up.
Everyone was curious about live ammunition; Lin Chong was handling real guns every day in anti-hijacking operations. Wouldn’t he fondly rember this iron water gun?
"Lin Chong, let’s have a competition!"
Fang Huai smiled challengingly at Lin Chong, who was lining up next to him.
Lin Chong snorted but did not answer.
However, he raised the nozzle high and shouted,
"Increase the pressure from behind!"
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