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Having said that, he surpassed them and went downstairs.

The soldiers from the Second Squadron all wore smiles.

Zhao Jinchen walked past Hu Hongzhi, who looked utterly baffled, and also patted him on the shoulder.

"Squad Leader Hu, I’m counting on you!"

Chen Zhenghai also stepped up and patted him, his face revealing a hint of teasing:

"Little Hu, work hard after you’re transferred to the county squadron! Sooner or later, you’ll be back!"

Ye Jiahong added his pat too: "San Er, all the comrades of the Second Squadron will always rember you!"

"San Er" was the new nickna that Ye Jiahong had given Hu Hongzhi, an upgrade from the previous "Hu Han San."

"Dean Chen" was the nickna for Chen Yuanzhang.

People from the Second Squadron, along with the soldiers from other units who got on well with the Second Squadron, would be assigned nicknas by the few nickna-emperors of the unit.

A cultural trait of the Second Squadron was to pile on the teasing all at once. At this mont, each person wanted to give Hu Hongzhi a pat on the shoulder and throw a playful insult his way – Hu’s shoulders were about to be patted flat.

Hu Hongzhi’s face was twitching so much he could have generated electricity: "Son of a b*tch, Dean Chen, if you’re coming, just co, but what’s the aning of stepping on my shoulders? You think I’m made of paper? Or do you still think it’s last year’s whole corps martial arts competition? If I don’t give you a thrashing today, you won’t understand why flowers are so damn red!"

...

Corps Training Base.

The soldiers were training hard on the playground, while the air bottles of the representative team mbers were all full – the empty bottles used in competition were a good seven or eight pounds heavier.

With heavy manikins and laden combat uniforms, one soldier vomited off to the side after a sprint but had to keep fighting. This sight moved and distressed the coaches greatly.

Old Randy, though not knowing what Communist soldiers are, nor understanding "dedication to mission, esteem for honor," his expression of furrowed brows, garnished with occasional thumbs-up, vaguely insinuated to the soldiers that the foreigner was praising them.

Fang Huai’s complete Ironman Quadrathlon performance especially made Old Lan continuously shout "aweso."

During the rest period after training, Fang Huai, in combat uniform, stood with hands on hips while shaking off his hands and feet, chatting beside the playground with three coaches.

Old Lan’s mouth was ceaselessly moving, speaking quite fast, causing the interpreter, who had worked in the municipal foreign affairs office, to strain a bit.

"Fang, your firefighters’ training differs greatly from ours. I’ve seen California firefighter competitions where they focus more on skill developnt. Most physical training takes place in gyms with professional equipnt carefully managed for safety, nowhere near as dangerous as this.

Look at this Ironman Quadrathlon training; it puts a lot of strain on the spine and joints. With the overload and the impact of the obstacle board, I guarantee, most of them will suffer from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, bone problems, and gastrointestinal diseases after they reach 40-years-old.

Also, your... drill training standards, they don’t seem to emphasize efficient water use, it’s just about using manpower to fight fires, which I think doesn’t et the professional requirents of a firefighter.

Your so-called internal attacks, having people risk their lives... in situations where the exterior of the fire isn’t yet stable, that’s also not in line with safety work standards."

Fang Huai, after listening, smiled.

"The California firefighting competition you ntioned, I’ve seen it, and it’s indeed very professional with high practical relevance, but it’s only suitable for Arican architectural features and firefighting equipnt coverage, which we cannot fully adopt.

For instance, the subject using a pickup truck carrying people and supplying water for fire extinguishing through fire hydrants significantly shortens the ti to reach the fire scene and start water use, allowing fire extinguishing in the early stages of a fire, way more efficient than our rapid police dispatch system, but do you know what our country’s fire hydrant coverage is like right now?

In most cities, we can’t et the requirents to place one hydrant per minimum 1000 square ters for buildings, 500 square ters for residential projects, or 800 square ters for factory buildings.

Far from it, actually.

Our road traffic conditions and firefighting station coverage are also lacking for early fire control.

Our national conditions are different, Randy.

Our competitions aim to exercise the soldiers’ physical fitness and equipnt proficiency. Real firefighting learning for firefighters happens in the battles themselves.

Moreover, our country’s firefighters receive far less individual training than yours in the United States, but apart from not undertaking dical aid, the duties they have to perform are far more nurous than those of your country’s firefighters.

Many tasks that would be handled by specialized rescue teams in your country are what we’re doing, and often, it’s extrely dangerous, so all the training instills a courageous spirit into the firefighters. We use this spirit to compensate for the inadequacies in equipnt and materials, which is an act of necessity.

Like during the Korean War, our outdated weapons and equipnt were supplented with this spirit, and we managed to defeat your powerful ard forces.

I admit that your firefighters have richer theoretical knowledge, but objectively speaking, under our military system and with such training and ideological indoctrination, our firefighters are more... Fearless in the face of death, can that be translated?"

The interpreter stopped speaking and smiled, shaking his head: "I can use ’fearless.’

Fang Huai said contentedly: "Right, fearless is better."

After listening to the translation, Randy nodded slowly. However, he then countered:

"But I think your training doesn’t need to be so harsh, your firefighters deserve respect and shouldn’t wear out their bodies with training that doesn’t fit ergonomics."

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