It was past six o'clock in the evening.

Spring City, Kunming, Eastern Suburbs, Xiaoshiba.

When I came by taxi, I felt that my vision was gradually desolate, not only the old railway, but also full of various factories, auto repair markets, loess on the road, and smoke and dust in the air.

The conditions are not very good.

"Here we are."

The car was still moving, but the taxi driver's voice rang out.

Fang Huai glanced at the meter, 52.30 yuan.

"Master, is it too expensive?"

Fang Huai spoke with a Yunnan accent that was not very confident, and wanted to bargain again.

The driver shook with laughter and pointed to the traffic supervision phone in front of the co-pilot.

"You can ask me, the system (this) is in the country, almost 30 kilometers from the airport! Seeing that you are wearing a military uniform, it would be good if you didn't increase the price! ”

Fang Huai was a little embarrassed, so he had to pay the price and get out of the car.

"Uh, I'm sorry!"

The driver seemed to want to complain, but looking at the camouflage uniform on his body, he also maintained restraint and left directly.

School, just on the left.

The eight big characters of "Kunming Fire Command School" on the door post with gray characters on a white background are dancing with dragons and phoenixes, but they are a little mottled with fading.

However, the pillar has been torn down to one side, as if a new gate is to be built.

The guardhouse at the entrance is connected to a small two-story building, and inside, you can overlook a group of seven or eight-story teaching buildings, and the greenery is excellent.

As far as the eye can see, the school is surrounded by mountains on three sides.

This school is like a big hole dug in the edge of a vast mountain.

Fang Huai secretly regretted it in his heart.

When he first went to Yang Shaotian's school, he once complained to Brother Yang, saying that the main campus of Chuanyin was not as big as the high school they studied.

Now that I think about it, it's too early to spray.

Although the school is small, it is not broken!

If Yang Shaotian comes here to find himself, he can't laugh?

When I got here, I knew the dilemma of firefighting talent training, and the only military school that belonged to firefighting looked like this.

However, you can see that it looks like the second squadron inside, and there are excavators carrying out crazy renovations here.

Kunzhi 91 years to build a secondary school, for the western ten provinces to enroll, in 2000 changed to a junior college, for the national fire force enrollment, 02 years relying on the Langfang Armed Police College to recruit fire command students, in August this year just restructured into the fire bureau directly under the fire department.

It seems that the bureau is finally willing to give money.

"Eh, you didn't bring your student ID?"

The senior soldier standing guard at the door saw his epaulettes and asked.

Fang Huai nodded: "Well, comrade, I'll come over to report." ”

The senior soldier was taken aback: "Report? Reported today? ”

Fang Huai sighed for a while, and said: "Yes, I am Fang Huai, a student of Tigan, and the bureau leader specially approved me to ask for leave, I just came over after being busy today, can you take me to the place where I am reporting?" ”

He deliberately flaunted the relationship, and also wanted to have less trouble in the future.

Before he came, he specifically asked Huang Chongjiu, the only one in the second squadron who had read the Kunzhi, and Lao Huang told him a lot about the Kunzhi.

Many of the school's teaching squadrons are related soldiers, in charge of sentry, picket, mailroom, and infirmary, because they serve as pickets, usually nostrils are facing the sky, it is extremely difficult to get along with, and the students scold a lot.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the senior soldier looked him up and down with his eyes again, looked at the camouflage bag in his hand, and thought about it again and again, and felt that he had never seen him.

It was reported on August 20 that the school officially started at the end of August, and it is only now coming.

There must be a relationship, a big relationship.

"Register a name, go over there, the cadet brigade reports... Are you a escort student? ”

Fang Huai shook his head: "It's not an escort, the soldier has made meritorious contributions." ”

When the senior soldier heard this, his face brightened a little.

There are fewer and fewer people who are directly promoted, and whether there will be any from next year is not good, and now the whole school has only one class, and it is not full.

"Then you should go to the Eighth Squadron of the Second Brigade, there is the escort squadron, you register first, and I will show you the way after boarding."

"Okay, thank you."

Fang Huai followed him into the guardhouse and made a note, and the senior soldier pointed him in the direction.

"There, do you see? The white house, there is the dormitory area, go in, the second row, and go directly to the office of the political commissar of the second brigade Luo. ”

Fang Huai was stunned when he heard this.

"The Second Brigade... Commissar? ”

He didn't understand this logical relationship.

"You just go, oh, if there is no one, or you go to the main building to find the school affairs office, the management department, they will also take you there, hurry up, after dinner time, there will be no one in the school affairs office for a while."

"Oh... Okay, thanks. ”

Fang Huai immediately carried his bag and hurriedly walked inside.

The layout here is a bit similar to the training base of the Guizhou Corps, except that the road at the door is longer.

There are a lot of buildings, there is a large playground, and there is a training tower on the side, but it looks much older and smaller than the training base.

The doorway area was still a little empty, but inside, it was full of people.

There are camouflage in regular clothes, and there are also groups of three or five, but the people here walk much more regularly than other units.

There are picket units, it is not the same.

However, looking closely, there were several pairs of male and female students at the edge of the playground at a distance, as if they were about to leave, fully combining the blatant and the sneaky.

This is the first thing Huang Chongjiu mentioned when he introduced Kun Zhi to him: the grove on the edge of the playground, it's late, don't go if you have nothing to do, sometimes you encounter something, it's embarrassing, you know when you clean up public health.

Huang Chongjiu's face was not good when he said it, obviously there was a story.

Fang Huai was not a voyeur, and he did not have the cells of justice from heaven on his body, so he naturally lost interest in the playground that started every night, and just glanced at the training facilities on the playground and stopped looking.

However, I always thought that the high walls of such a strict compound, even if I fell in love secretly, it must be Plato, the revolutionary soldier washes his trousers, and his children and grandchildren flow with the water.

Unexpectedly, some things are not absolute, and there are other places for children and grandchildren to go.

Happier than Lao Tzu.

With a long sigh in his heart, Fang Huai continued to walk quickly to the dormitory area where everyone returned after dinner, the place was easy to find, there was a sign at the door of the dormitory of the second brigade, and when he entered the building, he instantly felt that there were really many people here, and he glanced at the first floor, some rooms with open doors, each of which was a solid ten people, just this floor, at least fourteen or fifteen rooms.

Five floors.

Except for some offices, hundreds of people are bigger.

Five brigades.

There are really a lot of people in Kunzhi, and looking at it this way, there are more than 3,000 students.

In three grades, more than 1,000 people were admitted in a year.

32 corps.

This also shows the weakness of the Guizhou Corps, he had been admitted to school for a few years in his previous life, and the top 20 ordinary students of the corps went to military academies, of which the top 7 went to Langfang (undergraduate), the 8th was transferred to the Coast Guard Academy, and the last 12 went to Kunzhi.

The backbone of the squad leader, the escort students, almost a total of 10 Kunzhi places.

There are only 22 people in Kunzhi, which is far from catching up with the average.

Fang Huai also knew why there was a brigade, the political chief was actually the political commissar, and the number of people in this brigade completely exceeded that of a fire brigade, and all of them were cadres.

Grabbed a student and asked, before going straight to the roof of the building and finding the political commissar's office.

The commissar is not there.

The captain's office next to him was closed, the lights were on, and Fang Huai immediately knocked on the door.

"Report!"

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, it didn't look like an office, like a dormitory, with a bed, and a colonel was writing at a desk that wasn't too big.

"Hello Captain, I'm here to report."

"Report?"

The colonel looked up and glanced at him, "Are you the Tigan student?" ”

Fang Huai said rightly: "Yes!" ”

The colonel didn't ask much, and wanted to take the walkie-talkie on the table, but after thinking about it, he walked to the door again, and shouted with confidence:

"Wu Niandong!"

In the corridor, a student immediately shouted at the end of the corridor on the other side: "Squadron Wu! Jiang yelled at you! ”

In a room over there, a captain came in a hurry.

"Jiang Da!"

The colonel said to the captain: "The people of your squadron are here, take him to get something first, and report to the academy." ”

A brigade is a large group of several hundred people, although Fang Huai is very special, but the captain doesn't seem to have the heart to pay attention.

Captain Wu looked at Fang Huai and helped him carry a bag.

"Come on, our squadron is on the fifth floor."

"Yes!"

When Fang Huai arrived at the new unit, he re-upheld a cautious attitude and never talked nonsense.

But when I got to the "squadron headquarters office", there was a lieutenant colonel sitting inside.

"Liu Jiao, the one who asked for leave in Class Nine is here."

Captain Wu's words made Fang Huai confused again.

The squadron instructor is also a lieutenant colonel, and he often serves as a deputy regiment of seniority medals, but the squadron leader is a captain.

However, after thinking about it carefully, I found the clue.

If there is a detachment below, then the management cadres will be needed too much, and it is not convenient to centralize management.

So there are only brigades, no detachments.

Then the brigade is the regimental level, the political chief officer corresponds to the regimental level, and the squadron political chief officer corresponds to the battalion level (or deputy regiment).

But I heard that the squadron leader wants to lead the team out for exercises, and young cadres are needed, so he did not raise the rank, and the squadron leader is at the company level, which is the same as at the local level.

In general, except for the squadron leader, all the others were raised by a whole level.

"What's your name?" Lieutenant Colonel Instructor Liu asked.

"Report! Fang Huai! ”

"Why did you take so long off?"

"Report! Our squadron is a pilot squadron that has just been approved, I am the person in charge, and there are more things, so the leader asked me to do a good job in the squadron! … Instructor, I may have to take a leave of absence to go back in early November. ”

"Oh..."The instructor also just learned the specific situation, and he was a little surprised.

The leader arranged that the call was made to the level of the principal and the school political commissar, and they only knew that it was the leader's approval.

But when the instructor heard this, he still frowned and scolded him:

"In your case, you always have to ask for leave, don't come, the impact is not good, just take the final exam."

Fang Huai: ......

He wanted to say: Then I'll go?

"Report to the instructor, I want to learn, but the task is too heavy, and I dare not complete the task assigned by Director Chen personally."

He doesn't like to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but pulls the tiger's skin to make a banner.

Pulling the tiger skin, he also has confidence.

If you want to pull, stretch the largest, and stack the buff all at once, so as not to trouble later.

As soon as these words came out, the squadron leader and the instructor all looked at him and stopped talking.

It was Director Chen who opened his mouth, and they really didn't dare to answer.

What's the origin of this kid?

You know, the photos of the previous director inspecting the school are still hanging on the propaganda board next to the teaching building, this term, I haven't been here until now, and there are many related households in the whole school, but none of them can be related to this level.

As for the ability to make the director interested, it is impossible, only in it, can I know what kind of barrier exists between an ordinary grassroots soldier and cadre and the level of the director, and the director even looks at them as management cadres with the same eyes as grassroots soldiers.

If you want to be able to talk, it's a relationship.

Thinking of this, Liu Jiaoyu asked, "Hmm... Director Chen, the pilot of the batch? ”

"The report, no, the pilot was approved by the director, and Director Chen asked me to make a plan."

Good guys, two sentences, two directors.

The instructor was a little afraid to ask, but he was thinking in his head, Fang Huai... Which leader has the surname Fang?

"Hmm... Since you have the ability, it's good, come here, study hard, Kunzhi is a glorious school, has trained more than 8,600 grassroots commanders for fire fighting, since as a member here, there will be achievements in the future, don't forget to drink water and think of the source, return to your alma mater. ”

"Yes!" Fang Huai immediately said.

Strictly speaking, my alma mater is Guizhou Radio and Television University, and you don't even give me a graduation certificate here.

However, the instructor's attitude of begging for food when he sees anyone makes Fang Huai a little sad.

Universities are proud of how many well-known figures they have cultivated, and these celebrities are also an important force in promoting the development of the university, and it is the first time he has heard that the university has focused on publicizing how many grassroots commanders it has trained.

It's not easy to get some resources for fire education.

They are all junior college students here, and their future development is limited, and the current senior leaders of the fire department are either transferred from other units or graduated from Langfang, and they have nothing to do with Kunzhi.

And the history of Kun refers to is not long.

It has only been more than eight years since the school was promoted to a junior college, and the first batch of graduates has only been five years, and most of them are platoon-level cadres when they go out.

The instructor looked at Fang Huai again, and was not sure if this unfathomable student could bring some resources to the school, so he thought about it later, and said:

"Well, Captain Wu, you take him to Class 9, arrange the district captain, and take him to the teaching building to get something."

"Good! Xiao Fang, come with me, you guys are in class nine, there are only six people in the class, and you can still choose a bed. ”

"Yes!"

Fang Huai saluted, and followed the captain to the class.

Wu Niandong turned his head to look at him, feeling that this person seemed to be a stuffy gourd, and his eyes were not curious.

The others have just come to the military academy and completed the identity change from soldiers to cadres, but they are very excited, Kun Zhi is a soldier and a student, especially this escort and cadre squadron, they are all old oilmen of the army, but they are not as shy as local freshmen, and many people start to brag as soon as they come, and they are very familiar.

However, according to his level of relationship, there is really nothing to be excited about studying in a military school.

Hey, there's someone behind it, it's different.

Wu Niandong thought about it, and said as he walked:

"Fang... Huai, right? The management of military schools and local corps is different, and the instructor and I have no time to manage some trivial things, if there is any problem, you can first find the squad leader and the district captain, our squadron is divided into two district teams, and the fifth to ninth class is the second district team.

Oh, you're late, squad leader and district captain, we've already chosen, the district captain of the second district team, it's in your class, Jin Guotao, who has participated in the national competition and won an excellent ranking, everyone respects him very much... By the way, do you have any thoughts on running for the position? ”

Fang Huai's name is very famous, but it is not famous enough to easily radiate into this school in the southwest border, Wu Niandong was a little wary of this mysterious person, and looked at him with a tender face, for fear that he would be like an ordinary college student, and regarded the management positions of class leader and district captain as a university student union, and wanted to run, and then disrupted the existing management order, so he first said "Everyone respects him" before asking him "Do you have any ideas".

If you have an idea, you can't rely on relationships, it depends on whether everyone respects you or not.

Fang Huai couldn't help but laugh.

"Captain, I just want to study hard, and I don't have the energy to participate in management."

(End of chapter)