Chapter 476 - 380: Encounter with the Olympics_3

"No idea! I’ve been doing this for over ten years, and so many people have asked us, but we can’t explain it! Young man, when you go up the stairs, walk diagonally! Don’t walk like that! Your knees won’t take it!"

"What is ’your knees won’t take it’?"

The porter pointed at his knee.

Everyone laughed.

"Uncle, does anyone help you carry the loads usually?"

"Yes! Eh... but we don’t let them! They insist on helping us carry! They can’t walk properly and it drives us nuts! If you guys help, I feel at ease!"

Upon hearing this, everyone straightened their spines a bit more.

This was trust in the People’s Armed Police!

...

If they hadn’t been from the Southwest Training Class, this trust would have been wasted.

After half an hour, it was time to switch shoulders with the carrying pole.

The pole swung back and forth, pressing painfully on the shoulder, and the knees also started feeling the pressure. Specialization is key; the locals here at Mount Tai weren’t carrying loads for nothing.

The surrounding tourists seemed to have changed shifts as well.

Those who had made it this far all held the same trekking poles that were snubbed at the foot of the mountain—sold for 10 yuan at the bottom, 20 at the middle, and 30 at the top.

They probably all bought them for 20 yuan.

Their expressions, too, had evolved from the uniformly wild ones at the base to a varied display.

Along the way, some were lying on the ground crying, some were using their hands and feet to climb the stairs, and some sat on planks sliding down step by step, begging-like, with hands propping themselves up.

Ahead of them, a young couple was talking.

"Honey... I really can’t climb anymore!"

"Baby, just hold on a little longer, once we reach Zhongtianmen, we can take the cable car!"

"I can’t, I just can’t climb anymore!"

"So... shall we go down?"

"Going down is even further! I heard someone say there are firefighters on the mountain! How about you call 119 and let them carry me down?"

As the woman spoke, she looked back at them.

The training class behind them all had darkened expressions.

Listen, thank you.

They briskly passed by the couple without giving them any chance to ask for help.

Fang Huai was speechless too.

What the heck, why is the ticket office at the bottom of the mountain in this day and age?

Future planning is better, indeed!

Place the ticket office midway up the mountain, let them experience half of the climb first, and if they can’t handle it, they go down on their own.

Mount Tai doesn’t take the ticket money from quitters.

That way, the firefighters wouldn’t need to carry them down.

The current ticketing mechanism has resulted in a bunch of people who lack the physical strength but lament the ticket cost, insisting on struggling upwards.

At that moment, the man from behind suddenly shouted, "Baby, look, aren’t those coming up firefighters?"

Everyone turned around abruptly.

Indeed, they were.

Several people in Emergency Rescue Suits hurried up from below, carrying a stretcher with a man who had taken off his shoes and was groaning non-stop; he seemed to have suffered a fracture.

They were on a rescue mission, and the rest didn’t plan to interfere.

But as they passed by the couple, the woman ran into the middle of the path and blocked them.

"Hello, hello! We can’t get down, could you please help us?"

The one leading the stretcher sized them up and said,

"Sorry, but we have other victims to rescue right now! If you go up to Zhongtianmen, you can take the cable car and ropeway down!"

Having said that, they continued moving up with the stretcher.

At this point, Hu Peizhou from behind loudly called out, "Somebody go help carry the stretcher!"

Immediately, several men stepped out from the back of the line and went forward to support the stretcher.

"Bro, let us take over!"

The men were stunned, noticing that they had the People’s Armed Police armbands but their chest tags were all numbers, unsure of which pseudo-army unit they belonged to.

"Are you... Internal Guards?"

Hu Peizhou yelled their identity, "Firefighters! We are from the Southwest Comprehensive Rescue Training Class, I’ve phoned Instructor Huang earlier! We’ll be staying in your squadron tonight!"

Upon hearing that, the men’s faces immediately showed relief.

"That’s great! There are too many people today! We’ve received 6 calls for help, going up and down the mountain! Our squadron is overwhelmed! Now that you’re here, could you help out?"

Tsk tsk tsk, worthy of being the nationally famous model squadron, eh! Six calls for help at once!

Seeing their anxious faces, the group teased, "If we help you with the police dispatch, do we get meals?"

"Of course! Absolutely!"

"Hahaha... Okay then! Just six calls! We’ll take care of them all!"

(Chapter two will be late, if I finish writing before sleep, it’ll be posted; if not, it won’t be later than 10 a.m.)