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The end of August, commonly referred to as the 'Autumn Tiger.'
By nine o'clock, the blazing sun was already scorching with great intensity, not a hint of moisture in the air.
This year's Grand Martial Arts Competition, perhaps because there were no seats for firefighting leadership at the Olympics, or perhaps the live and broadcasted coverage on television wasn't satisfying enough, the leaders from the Ministry had not yet departed.
Two deputy commanders from Tianjin had also arrived.
There were at least seven or eight pairs of wheat ears on the stage.
Below the stage, everyone was fighting madly.
When else would they get the chance to perform in front of a row of stars watching them sweat it out on the field?
If not today, then when?
This scene made the road to victory, long cultivated by the Guizhou Brigade, full of hardships.
For the first time, they realized that drawing an early lot was also a kind of happiness.
Get it done and retreat, continue to the next item.
