What was the situation back then, what kind of equipnt did we have?
In the years following the reforms, how was the technology developing? How much money did the State invest in firefighting funds?
In those years, we got helicopter detachnts, drones, remote control combat vehicles, mountain firefighting motorcycles, and modular transportation...
Personal equipnt and equipnt that cos with the vehicles were beyond comparison to the past.
With such a gap in conditions, how could our tactics possibly compare?
If the conditions were the sa, would active-duty firefighting be any worse?
Now, there is proof.
The localized firefighting system in Shenzhen had so serving from ’84 until ’08, wasn’t their experience plentiful?
Or, still under the police system, the official fire service firefighters, numbering over 900 personnel, a full 24 years, is this experint not well-conditioned enough? Isn’t the scale big enough? Isn’t the duration long enough?
Issues with retention—later generations of firefighters had such high resignation rates. At least in active-duty service, one had to serve a minimum of two years, but in the local system, people could leave anyti they wanted.
But these are stories for another ti.
This kind of comparison made Fang Huai even more firm in his stance on keeping the current system.
However, he was worried that even General Luo, soone so well-inford and confident that firefighting couldn’t possibly beco localized, was proven wrong when the transition still happened.
Going against the major trend is a difficult path to take.
Fortunately, General Luo’s thoughts on reform were mostly aligned with his, and he greatly appreciated Fang Huai’s other initiatives. Fang Huai lacked background support, and General Luo needed an operator, making their partnership very solid.
...
January 6th.
"Dong dong qiang, dong dong dong qiang..."
The Second Squadron’s team finally arrived.
Without a water gate ceremony, the bus drove into the squadron, and a crowd greeted them with the sound of gongs and drums as they alighted.
"Damn! Zhang... Zhang Dong? You ca too?"
"Lao Bi! Holy shit, it’s been so long!"
A busload of people got off, and it turned into a massive reunion scene.
Sa-year soldiers, old comrades, teammates from the sa training... a total of 18 people.
These 18 people, plus the original 30 of the Second Squadron, Lian Xu and Yin Wen who were transferred later, and the five from the Grand Martial Arts Competition—a total of 54 active-duty soldiers.
...and I’m not mistaken, the Logistics Officer was discharged.
The Logistics Officer was lucky. When the logistics work of the Second Squadron was about to get complicated, he handed everything over to the unlucky Squad Leader Fang and returned to his hotown.
Temporarily, the Second Squadron had no four-term non-commissioned officers, and Squad Leader Fang, with 12 years of service, beca the oldest ghost in the squadron.
With 54 slots filled, the four guys who had just reached the rank of First-class Soldier were so happy they could hardly contain themselves, because they knew that the squadron was complete with 60 n, and it was obvious for whom the remaining six slots were reserved.
Damn it, six new recruits, each of them could play with 1.5 of them!
"Let tell you, Wang Peng! I don’t mind you taking two new recruits, but the Communication Squad, you must leave one for !"
General Han was beside the crowd, dividing the territory with Wang Peng in a gleeful manner, and signing a verbal contract for the "benefit distribution" that would take place in a little over a month.
The dragon slayer becos the dragon.
Song Lin, with his head held high, had also forgotten how he used to complain about the inequities of the military system while hiding in the pickup truck and sleeping with everyone, how terrible a certain squad leader was and how they tornted them. Now he was also starting to maintain the status of a beneficiary:
"That settles it! Wang Peng gets two! Han Yong gets one! Xiao Haishan and I will play with three! Don’t ss with our new recruits later! Especially you, Wang Peng! We have already made concessions!"
As he spoke, Xiao Haishan nodded vigorously and added, "Right! Those three, the two of us will train them on our own!"
Wang Peng wanted to argue, but his eyes flickered, he saw sothing, and a sly smile appeared on his lips, saying:
"Hey, the new recruits are here. What do you plan to have them do?"
General Han imdiately relaxed, putting his hands on his hips and saying, "I’ll have them pour water for my feet!"
This got Song Lin and Xiao Haishan thinking as well.
"Definitely the kitchen! We’ll just sit in the kitchen and supervise, and if they do well, we’ll give them cigarettes!"
"Tsk, you don’t know how to have fun! Tasking! Package our shifts! They’re too lucky. Six people taking over a shift! This year, with Fang Huai gone, and Wang Peng coming, in front and back, we only had four people!"
Wang Peng just shook his head, smiling without saying a word.
Han Yong imdiately felt displeased, "Wang Peng, don’t pretend! You’re not thinking the sa thing?"
Wang Peng coughed, "Not at all! Of course not!"
Right away, the trio felt sothing was off—this wasn’t what he used to say!
There’s a catch!
Just as General Han was about to turn around, Cao Yi, who had been quietly standing behind the three for a while, raised his hand and delivered a big slap to the back of his head.
"Pia!"
"Foot bath!"
Then, Song Lin and Xiao Haishan got theirs.
"Pia!"
"Cigarettes!"
"Pia!"
"Taking shifts!"
Each got a hard slap, causing the three to lower their heads and cover them up. Cao Yi then began to glare at them with a lecture:
"You guys think you’re pretty clever, huh? All the bad habits I explicitly forbade, you all learned them, didn’t you? Do you want Captain Zhao to make you re-experience them?!"
The trio scurried away with their heads in their arms.
"I’m wrong, I’m wrong! Instructor, just kidding!"
Wang Peng stood still laughing, really wanting to ask: Does your head still ring?
But standing next to Cao Yi, Fang Huai, with a beaming smile, suddenly reached out. His arm, like iron pincers, clamped around Wang Peng’s head.
"PiaPiaPia," he hit Wang Peng’s head several tis, scolding:
"What do you think you’re, so kind of saint? Betraying comrades! Entrapnt!"
Wang Peng defended himself with hands over his head.
"No... no, I was wrong!"
Han Yong turned from sorrow to laughter, "Fair, Fang, fair!"
Fang Huai glared at Han Yong, pointing at him, "Fair? You spend all day in the Communication Room ssing around with ng Qiang, how much have you learned from the ’Political Economy’ book I found for you? I’ll test you tomorrow! General Luo said if you don’t study, it’s alright to hit you, scold you, and even punish you physically!"
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