Chapter 263 - 206: Training Unit? Instruction Team?

Last night, the leadership of the Fire Brigade Headquarters held a meeting for three hours.

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The next day, at 9 o’clock.

Vehicles from various detachments arrived at the Training Base, including, of course, the white stretch Ferrari with a bucket style from Special Service Squadron 2.

Cao Yi was also notified to be present, standing in the first row of the team.

One by one, the leaders entered, and the soldiers quietly composed themselves.

Everyone knew what was about to happen.

These past three days, everyone had heard the name Fang Huai until they were numb to it. He didn’t just stop at the individual competitions; he even took on the team competitions.

Everyone just wanted to hear his name one last time before hurrying home.

But after returning home, they still needed to have a good talk about this person.

Everyone knew that after this event, the name Fang Huai would echo through all the detachments.

Some might not accept it, saying that if He Zhijun, Luo Ye, Huang Shan, and others hadn’t been transferred away, this new recruit wouldn’t have had such a rampant rise, but nobody could say he wasn’t strong.

Life is full of ordinary and fleeting encounters, and while most people create ripples, big or small, on a placid water surface, occasionally a boulder like Fang Huai comes along, able to stir up a thousand waves, and the amazement it brings is certain.

As the Athlete’s March played once again and the music slowly faded, Director Xu in the center finally began to introduce the attending leaders.

Fang Huai sharply noticed that although his uncle’s position and seating hadn’t changed, when the leaders were introduced, his uncle’s name was now called earlier, just after General Luo.

This was a signal, a clear sign authorized by the Head of the Corps, far from the speculation that others had in the past.

Many people present noticed it.

Especially Wen Jingsong, who had hoped to showcase his skills in the Martial Arts Competition but remained inconspicuous, wore a look of melancholy reminiscing about his glorious past.

Standing in the first row, Cao Yi looked back at him with a smile in his eyes.

Fang Huai understood what that meant.

His uncle was about to be promoted, and the chance for advancement was even greater now.

But what Cao Yi didn’t know was that on the day the competition started, his uncle had already told him that Boss Wu had made his stance clear: as long as Fang Huai brought honor to the whole corps in the national Grand Martial Arts Competition, the corps would support him.

This was something that people uninvolved might just hear and forget, but those who were part of it would ponder the implications carefully.

There was no specific ranking required, only to bring honor, which already showed very clear support.

Fang Huai really didn’t know what his uncle might have said that could get Boss Wu, the about-to-be successor, to take a stance, nor did he know whether the signal released by the corps for his uncle today was like this in his past life, or if he had somehow altered a part of the timeline.

The intricacies of the human heart are often inscrutable.

But the words that followed from Boss Wu struck the Special Service Squadron 2, and even the entire Guiyang Special Duty, dumbfounded.

"...We aim to build a modernized, standardized firefighting force, be guided by ’hard standards,’ focus on ’spirit,’ forge an ’iron body,’ and cultivate ’hard skills’!

We need some ’role models’ with unique features!

This time, Guiyang Special Service Second Squadron has performed excellently in the Martial Arts Competition, and the Corps has decided to turn the Guiyang Special Service Second Squadron into a model training unit for the Corps, assuming more extensive and significant physical and skill training tasks for firefighting soldiers across the province! We hope..."

Stunned.

The crowd was astonished.

Those who understood mulled over the words again to confirm.

This time, Squadron 2 had won big.

Taking on the training tasks for the whole province... this was to turn Squadron 2 into a miniature Training Base!

Was Squadron 2 going to be upgraded?

Cao Yi, standing at the front, was internally experiencing a storm of emotions.

He finally understood why he had suddenly received orders last night to recall He Zhijun to Squadron 2.

This was to establish an elite team of instructors!

And among this team, the rapidly rising Fang Huai might also be considered by the corps leadership.

The First Squadron was in tears.

Why not us?!

Of course, it couldn’t be the First Squadron, since their barracks hadn’t been renovated yet. Even though in the planning, the future barracks of the First Squadron would be larger than those of Squadron 2, it was still just a plan.

Currently, they simply couldn’t accommodate so many people.

If the barracks of the First Squadron had already been renovated, then it might not have been He Zhijun being recalled to Squadron 2 this time; perhaps it would have been Fang Huai being transferred to the First Squadron.

"Below, we will commend the advanced detachments for their performance in the Martial Arts Competition, starting with the Anshun Brigade! In this competition, the Anshun Brigade, with 18 members, achieved the highest average score..."

The same outcome as in the past life had not changed.

This time what was shameful was the entire Guiyang Regiment.

Although everyone had probably figured out the results already, when the Headquarters officially announced it, there was still a hint of disappointment.

The elite from all the detachments had been outshone by their top performers.

Yet the overall average score of their detentions turned out to be the highest.

Hao Chengbin remembered what Wei Lijie had told him downstairs the day before the training started, about scientific training and pre-competition "maintenance," and he couldn’t help but ponder.

In recent years, the Anshun Brigade’s competition performance had really been mediocre; they didn’t have many standout talents, and the overall level was just above average.

But this time, their detachment won the championship.

The word "scientific," which most people normally scoffed at and even knew before the competition that the Anshun Brigade had hired professional instructors for training, practicing things like circadian rhythms, sports meals.

Hao Chengbin was not the only one who had ridiculed them.

But when they truly reflected science in their results, everyone fell silent.

"This time, we commend the individuals who have excelled in the Martial Arts Competition from the Guiyang Regiment, Fang Huai! From the Liupanshui Regiment, Lian Xu! From the Zun Y Team, Gui Qiang!"

At the last moment, the corps leadership thankfully did not use the phrase "Headquarters’ Fang Huai."