Fang Huai, facing the high-spray position eagerly waiting for water, was also in a fluster, "First use a rope, and pull it up by manpower!"
"But it's impossible to move! A 400-pound barrel!"
"...I'll arrange a few who can pull it over for you! He Zhijun! Shen Danian! Huang Yong! Go help them!"
Fang Huai pressed the two-way radio without letting go, directly pointing out a few names at the Second Squadron's position.
But those soldiers were all stationed at the front of the water output, completely immovable, looking back at Fang Huai with difficulty.
Fang Huai silently waved his hand at them.
Sure enough, a tactic of reverse psychology worked, as Chief Cong's scolding rang out.
"What are you eating for?! What can't you lift when it's just a few hundred pounds? Aren't you all tough during normal training? At the crucial moment, you give up?!"
"We need to add ten more barrels... Regimental commander! No need for reinforcements! We can do it!"