This night’s commotion was simply due to Old Huang and Old Liu from the neighboring First Squadron bringing a bunch of non-commissioned officers to let off steam.

The Second Squadron’s development was way too fast, so it was no wonder the folks from the First Squadron had to brace themselves to catch up. Hence, these past few months hadn’t been easy for the comrades of the First Squadron; in terms of physical ability, they actually hadn’t fallen much behind the Second Squadron.

But no matter how tough it got, they couldn’t possibly have the gall to beckon the construction crews that were working on the Second Squadron’s backyard mountain and snatch them away. The comrades from the First Squadron watched as the already larger Second Squadron expanded once more towards the Back Mountain, and the envy nearly spilled out of their eyes.

It’s been said that the First Squadron would relocate to a new base for quite a while, but everyone knew that it wasn’t easy to move.

They were right next to the District Public Security Bureau, and if they moved, who would take care of the miscellaneous tasks for the bureau? Who would wash the cars, hose down the grounds, or help the leaders’ families move stuff?

The odds were, they’d just expand and renovate as well.

And when it came to resources, there was just one not-so-large water tank, and a bunch of small subsidies were trickling into it. Everyone had long straws and was sipping slowly, but this year the Second Squadron out of nowhere mustered the strength to pick up the tank and show off to everyone, performing a "dragon’s suction."

Thud thud thud...

With a single gulp, they drained the remaining water until it was upside down.

After finishing, they shouted, "Not enough, ah."

The head of the corps threw in a scoop.

The bureau added another scoop.

Actually, all of it was practically being fed directly into the Second Squadron’s mouth, and the others really couldn’t get a share of it.

Having shown off again.

What the fuck, does the First Squadron still want a drink?

The Detachment’s leadership bellowed, "You Special Duty guys have drunk so much already, don’t you have any conscience? Are the other brothers from around the city and counties not drinking anymore?"

And it was crucial, as soon as they were out, people would say with envy, "You Special Duty guys are awesome this year! All kinds of resources are leaning your way, you guys must be stuffed, right? When are you going to share some with your brothers?"

The comrades from the First Squadron were in tears, almost willing to show everyone their guts.

I only ate half a bowl of rice noodles!

Old Teacher He also found it difficult to carry on, so last night in the canteen, he shouted, "Although it’s only the Second Squadron that’s expanding, it’s still our turf, you brothers from the First Squadron are welcome to come and train here after it’s all built! The new training equipment of the Second Squadron, you can also use it, and they even have a professional Rescue team training, you guys from the First Squadron can..."

The more he spoke, the more those from the First Squadron really wanted to cry.

Realizing he couldn’t console them anymore, Old Teacher He simply raised his glass, "Cheers!"

Then he looked at Cao Yi.

It’s your turn to say something.

Cao Yi also had a headache, resorted to a heart-to-heart moment, like a compassionate Buddha.

"Brothers from the First Squadron, we are all part of the same Big Team. Once we step outside, we all share the same face! In the future, whatever you need, just let us know. Skill training, equipment, we’ll deliver it to you! The Training tower, the traverse, feel free to come and use it!"

Huang Yi just chuckled and got to the heart of the matter, "Alright! We don’t want anything else, just send Fang Huai over tomorrow."

The Second Squadron quickly shook their heads.

"No, no, that won’t do. Fang Huai is immovable, you can only come and use him, but other things are open for discussion."

As they were leaving, Captain Huang, who was clearly drinking a soft drink, staggered a bit as if drunk, clutching Hao Chengbin’s hand tightly, patting it over and over.

"Captain Hao, Cao Yi didn’t treasure you when he had the chance, but we like you! Come over, come tomorrow, bring... Little Fang with you, our squadron may not be big, but feel free to mess around as much as you like!"

Hao Chengbin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Damn, my apprentice has become more prestigious than the master.

Cao Yi quickly stepped in, grabbing Huang Yi to drag him out.

"People from the First Squadron, your captain is lactose intolerant! He got drunk on peanut milkshake, quickly take him home!"

Only when the folks from the First Squadron had cleared out did Fang Huai put his hands behind his back, gazing at their fire truck and heaving a long sigh.

"Damn it, I was just thinking about poaching two guys from the First Squadron, and that’s obviously not happening now. If I consider Liu Shoulin, Yan Changhong again, I bet Old Huang would lead a protest right at the gates of our Second Squadron."

Old Cao was secretly amused inside.

"You really dare to dream, it’s enough already. When are Lian Xu and Yin Wen arriving?"

Fang Huai stroked his barely noticeable bluish stubble.

"Originally they were only willing to let them come after the Corps Martial Arts Competition, but we can’t wait that long. Now we’re preparing for the National Martial Arts Competition. This year, the competition format emphasizes the team aspect even more, with 10 events including only 4 individual soldier disciplines. I talked to Captain Zhang this afternoon, and those who are part of the national contest team must undergo training together in advance.

A team is made up of 9 people in total, and there may also be one substitute in case a regular team member gets injured, so a total of 10 people. Actually, the Head of the Corps has already decided on six or seven spots, the rest are left open to inject fresh blood. After the Corps Martial Arts Competition, they’ll finalize the selection.

He Zhijun, myself, Lian Xu, we’re definitely going up.

In the 6 team events, Underground Rescue Technique needs 4 people, Rescue Skills Comprehensive needs 4 people, High-altitude Mountain Rescue Drill needs 3 people, for these three disciplines, each representative team needs to be prepared with two teams, and the results are combined. I plan to pair each of us three with a sparring partner for some synergy before the selections.

So I told Captain Zhang that Lian Xu needed to be at the Squadron by tomorrow. As for Yin Wen, he’s lacking a bit, and probably won’t make our Corps team, so it doesn’t matter if he comes later... Ah, if Tao Dongdong could come, that would make four and I could set all the signalers for the three drills. But it’s impossible for them to let him go now.

Nevertheless, once the Corps Martial Arts Competition is over, all the selected team members will immediately undergo a rapid selection and come to our Squadron for concentration training in preparation for the National Grand Martial Arts Competition."

"Hisss..." Hearing all this, even Cao Yi started to feel nervous.