"Dong dong dong qiang, dong dong long dong qiang..."
A few second-year soldiers and two non-commissioned officers were vigorously tormenting the cymbals and the big drums.
Instructor Cao Yi and Squadron Leader Ye Jiahong stood under the vehicle and shouted.
"New comrades, disembark!"
The vehicle entered the squadron, stopped in front of the fire truck garage, and two rows of old soldiers stood on either side of the vehicle.
Fang Huai glanced over.
Not many people, huh?
Were there thirty?
Four new recruits got off the vehicle, and it was only then that two fire engines, one on each side, moved to the front of the door.
Cao Yi waved his hand, and three old soldiers in firefighting combat suits got out of each vehicle, swiftly laid out hoses, and each produced three multi-functional water guns, which they turned on mid-air to create a blossoming pattern.
Six streams of water intersected to form three arch-shaped columns.
