Gui Qiang laughed, He Zhijun laughed, and so did Wei Lijie, who was dragging the hose behind him, as well as Wang Maofa, who was arranging the hoses.
"Damn, you're kind of making fun of us, aren't you? We're just a bit worse than you, how much worse can we be? You're in the middle, hugging the hose and still able to drag us along? Over here, no matter how fast you are, we aren't scared!"
Fang Huai scratched his head.
Well… he had to think differently about these people. It was no use; he couldn't offer the kind of help that allowed him to keep up with their fast pace.
"Heh, alright then, I won't help you guys anymore. Speed it up, don't dawdle when we get to the bridge. As soon as the hose is on my shoulder, the whole team needs to move!"
"Hahaha... if you're fast, we're fast!"
...
By the second round, Cao Yi had come down.
He had intended to watch the elite soldiers for amusement, but to his surprise, he couldn't help but shout when he saw them crossing the bridge.
