Chapter 753

Fighters.

Before you know it, the fourth act of "The Red Helmets" has reached the final part.

is extremely compact, and the tension is pulled to the tightest plot, so that all netizens even forgot to send comments.

The plot continues.

Faced with the explanation of the person in charge of the tank farm, Secretary Chen groaned slightly, and then turned his eyes to the fire commander on the side.

"Can you go in?"

In the face of his order, the cheeks of the fire chief trembled.

"Yes, but it will take time. I can't let my soldiers go in when the water system isn't ready. ”

"But what we lack most now is time!"

Faced with the hesitation of the fire commander, Secretary Chen slapped the table fiercely.

But then, he sighed.

"I'm sorry Lao Zhou, I'm in a bad mood. You know what the consequences will be if the fire is not controlled. ”

In the face of Secretary Chen's helplessness, Zhou Wenlong, the chief commander of the fire department, took a deep breath.

He knew that it was not that the local authorities did not take the lives of firefighters seriously, but that the situation had indeed reached the point of exhaustion.

More than a thousand people from the entire Amagi Fire Brigade have now been mobilized here, but in the face of the fire that has been uncontrollable, even if the number of people triples again, it is still overstretched.

"If you want to draw people, of course you can.

But the question is...... An explosion had already occurred in the No. 103 oil tank just now, and the crude oil in the oil tank was now boiling and burning! The boiling crude oil continued to overflow, and a flowing fire field with an area of several thousand square meters was formed around the No. 103 and No. 106 tanks.

Secretary Chen, in the current situation that the water supply system is not ready to stop, all the units involved in the rescue are still in a state of fighting their own battles, and they are all using their own fire water sources for rescue.

Go in, of course you can go in. But when the water supply is not guaranteed, what will I do after I get in? How can you let my soldiers come out?"

As Zhou Wenlong questioned in a deep voice, all the people in the temporary headquarters fell silent.

"Didn't you say there's a team around Tank 103?"

At this time, the person in charge of the enterprise on the side mentioned it.

"Why don't you get close to it and let them close the valve?"

The manager of the oil depot didn't expect that this proposal made Zhou Wenlong only give him a cold look.

"From the perspective of exercise physiology, people can sustain up to 40 minutes of high-intensity and high-fear physical exertion. This squadron was the first to arrive at the fire, and it has been in the midst of the fire for more than two hours in a row! Do you know the situation at the scene? Do you know what kind of efforts they have to make every time they take a step forward in that environment? What is the difference between letting them in now and sending them to death?"

In the face of Zhou Wenlong's questioning, the manager of the oil depot did not speak, and pinned his gaze to the side.

In the comment area of the fighter, seeing this scene, netizens who were silent in the plot finally couldn't help it.

"Fuck. This manager really doesn't have a backache when he talks standing up. You can do it, you can do it!"

"Damn! Infuriated by the manager's understatement. Do you think braving a fire to close the valve is the same as asking your roommate to bring you a bottle of Wahaha? Stupid! If I were the commander-in-chief? I'm going to let him into the fire and lead the way!"

"As an extreme sports enthusiast? said that the lines of this drama really worked hard. I don't know about firefighting, but as far as extreme sports are concerned, in a situation of high tension and high concentration? The limit of a person's continuous physical output is half an hour. More than half an hour of continuous physical expenditure of extreme sports, all looking for death. Such an extreme project? Red Bull doesn't sponsor it. ”

"I really can't imagine that firefighters can resist the fire for hours and hours, and I can't think of any other explanation than will. ”

"Front? And faith!"

"Tears? As an ordinary person? Didn't see the first few scenes of the fire? Maybe I'll think the same way as my manager. Anyway, it's close, so let them go and close it. But seeing the firefighters doing their best in the fire dozens of meters high? After being swept away by the reaction force of the water gun, soaking wet but instantly dried by the fire, I really couldn't make any demands on them. They've done what 99 percent of humanity can't, they've crossed a limit that 99 percent of humans can't, what more could they ask of them?"

In the midst of a sea of commentary, Act IV enters its final section.

Although the commander-in-chief angrily reprimanded the manager of the oil depot, it was clear that the manager's proposal had moved the leaders present.

"Lao Zhou, is it possible to let this squadron give it a try?"

Looking at the embarrassment and pleading on Secretary Chen's face, the commander-in-chief closed his eyes deeply.

Picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Xiao Chengdong squadron, Xiao Chengdong squadron please answer when you hear it!"

The picture turned, and it was the fire.

At this time, the seemingly boundless fire had already crossed the improvised cement embankment and burned before the No. 42 tank, which also had an oil storage capacity of 100,000 cubic meters!

The cement embankment is less than 20 centimeters, and the flames emitted by the accumulation of a large amount of crude oil are no longer 30 meters or 50 meters, but as high as 100 meters!

Water cannons and foam cannons simply can't hit the top of the fire wave.

It was in such an environment that the firefighters who were guarding the six water hoses used water guns and foam guns as shovels to shovel the roots of the fire waves!

Under the action of the high-pressure water cannon, the fire wave creates a hole like a surf.

More than sixty people stood in the "hole" of the fire wave, and above their heads, like a mountain of high tongues of fire, swept everything they could see.

All the people could no longer distinguish each other, and under the light of the raging fire, there was no difference between the captain and the warrior. The only sign that can distinguish identity is the helmet.

The black ones are the corporate fire brigades that came to support, and the red ones are the fire squadrons.

Other than that, there is no difference.

That's it, the helmets are seizing positions inch by inch!

"Shhh...... Please answer!"

It was at this time that a murmur sounded on the shoulder of a helmet.

A black hand stained with crude oil grabbed the intercom and pressed it.

"I'm Xiao Chengdong!"

"This is the temporary command center! I'm Zhou Wenlong! Xiao Chengdong, I now order you to gather manpower to form a storming team and enter the pump room next to tank No. 103 to close the valve of the oil pipeline!"

Under high temperatures, the signal of the walkie-talkie is not very stable.

But Xiao Chengdong still understood the command center's order.

This is a decision made by almost all leaders with guilt, but there is not so much red tape in the fire.

There are no words that can only be found in TV dramas like "the people of the motherland are looking forward to your return," and there is no such common saying as "where is the valve? Why is the valve closed?"

Knowing that he was going to die, the soldier's answer was only one word;

"Yes!"

The picture was frozen at the moment when Xiao Chengdong pinched the walkie-talkie.

In the blazing firelight, there was not a trace of timidity on his face.

Behind him, dozens of firefighters staggered, some gritted their teeth and leaned forward nearly 45 degrees against the water dragon. Some knelt directly in the boiling crude oil, using their shoulders against the body of the person in front of them, while others simply lay on the ground, holding boiling boiling water with their helmets, and splashing them on their comrades to cool them down.

In hell, it is difficult to hide pride!

As the camera froze, the fighter comment area exploded again!