The car drove slowly, and if you want to go to Nancheng, you need to pass through the high-tech zone, and naturally you will come to the place where the fire broke out a few days ago.

Ye Fan knew that the driver deliberately took a short detour to get here, but he didn't dismantle it, and the speed of the car slowed down when it passed by the gate of the factory where the fire had occurred.

"Is this the place?" Ye Fan asked.

"That's it!" The driver turned his head and replied, "It is said in the news that the fire that broke out here at night was not extinguished until about six o'clock in the morning of the next day!"

"Why did you bring me here?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

"I thought the boss wanted to come too!" replied the driver with some restraint.

Ye Fan looked at the driver through the rearview mirror in the center of the car, it looked like he was not old, only in his fifties, his round face made it difficult for the years to leave traces, and his appearance was extremely honest, or ordinary.

"You're the fairy slave of the Jingzhou Inn......"

"Ahh

Ye Fan didn't care about the driver's surprised expression, he turned his head sideways to look at the factory with the door closed and the scorched earth and ashes inside the door, the chimney of dozens of meters in the distance was a layer of black ash from the inside to the outside, and only half of the walls of the workshop that exploded were left, even the red bricks turned into black bricks, and a pungent smell could be smelled in the air, he could imagine the tragedy of the crowd's resistance to the disaster at that time.

The flames unscrupulously spread its minions, trying to encompass all the places under its rule.

Cries, shouts, sirens, all the cacophony of sounds distorted in this fire, people's sense of terror and tension was infinitely amplified, and the red light burning in the darkness was like a call from death.

Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, they are all people who walk against the light.

He didn't know why the fairy slave had brought him here, but he knew that he must have to do something himself.

Suddenly, a slight voice pierced his ears, "Snort, snort!"

The sound is very small, almost inaudible, but now Ye Fan has long been better than before, and his hearing is much better than ordinary people, and this voice is not like an ordinary sound, but more like the sound of a heavy iron chain dragging on the land, somewhat familiar, déjà vu, as if ...... It does not belong to the world.

He hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car, found a convenient reason to go, opened the car door, and left after hearing the sound.

The driver looked at Ye Fan's departing back, his expression was a little depressed, and he muttered, "I just want to help them, even if the boss wants to blame!"

The big man, who had always seemed to be in a fugue, suddenly replied, "No!"

Ye Fan easily crossed the fence that blocked him, he entered the factory, his voice became clearer and clearer, he continued to walk deeper, there was a seal here, there was no trace of anyone else, and there were some residual ashes everywhere in his eyes.

The white shoes under his feet were already covered with black marks, and he didn't care about the mess, and he hurried forward, bypassing a few more buildings, and finally found the source of the sound.

I saw that in front of a building, there were seven firefighters carrying water cannons to extinguish the fire, and there were eleven comrades on the ground not far from them who were half-leaning against the wall to rest, they should have just been replaced.

The soldiers were in front of a raging fire, and the sky above the fire was covered with layers of smoke clouds, and the heat could burn almost everyone.

Ye Fan, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but worry.

Pillars of fire soared into the sky, fist-sized oil eggs burst out like stones, and from time to time bursts of white light burst out, making it impossible to open their eyes, and the asphalt of the road under their feet had already burst into lumps.

The previous soldier at the head said encouragingly: "Brothers, if you work harder, there is only one last source of fire left!"

Everyone in the back immediately replied in unison: "Yes, I promise to complete the task!"

This was supposed to be the last ignition point, and although they could feel their exhaustion in their tones, the warriors still kept moving their hands and meticulously completed the final task.

A strong pungent smell came to the face, the firelight was even more dazzling, the air on the whole side seemed to be scorched, the thick flames and black smoke sat in the final struggle, and several soldiers carried the water hose and slowly moved forward step by step.

It's like the longest and most tragic battle.

After another ten minutes, the flames were finally all extinguished, they took off their protective masks, breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the heavy water pipe, some people sat directly on the ground tired, some were crying, that was because the gray smoke was still choking, some people were laughing, it was the joy of victory.

Someone turned on the walkie-talkie and reported the latest situation of the fire to the command center in the distance.

Some people started laughing: this morning I finally didn't need to train!

Someone leaned against the wall in a daze, he was the youngest, and perhaps this was the biggest and worst fire he had ever experienced in his life.

The older man also slowly leaned against the wall, sat down beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and just said one word, just get used to it!

The morning sun finally came out, covering the smoke and dust, and sprinkled over their heads, reflecting the faces that were so dark that they could barely see their facial features.

Someone laughed and grinned, but he never thought that even his teeth were black, and he only heard him shout loudly: The sun is so beautiful!

Someone laughed again, and then shouted: Zhang Weijie, you are the most beautiful!

Everyone burst out laughing together.

Even the youngest warrior withdrew his helpless expression, a slight smile on his face.

Ye Fan couldn't help but have an idea, it turned out that they were such a lovely group of people!

But look at their hands again, they were full of blisters and blood stains from the blisters bursting, black and sticky to his hands, which were extremely dazzling in the sun.

The soldier who had just taken the walkie-talkie to report the disaster ran back and shouted, "Assemble!"

Several people who had only sat down for two minutes quickly stood up next to each other and lined up in two columns!

"All of them!

"Look ahead!"

"Take a break!"

"Count!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

……

"Report to the platoon commander, the second platoon of the fire squadron of Xihu District, Jingzhou City, should have 30 people, but it has actually reached 18 people!

"Our platoon extinguished a fire source in the southeast corner of the CP factory in accordance with the instructions of the superiors, and after 73 minutes of hard fighting, the extinguishing task was completed at 6:35 on September 2!"

"Now after receiving the latest instructions from the superiors, our platoon can return to the team, I know that everyone has also worked hard all night, so everyone quickly pack up the equipment, focus on inspection, don't miss it, go back and clean up!

"Scatter!"

Everyone shouted loudly, and finally there was a look of joy on their faces, and they began to retrieve the used equipment on the scorched earth.

Occasionally, there would be a few laughs, discussing where to go for a bowl of beef noodles and two large meat buns.

Suddenly, a soldier leaning against the wall to pack up his equipment shouted: "Platoon commander! Platoon commander! There is still an open fire here!"

When they heard this, their hearts were lifted at once, and they gathered towards the man.

"Where?" said the platoon leader.

"There!" the soldier lay down and looked through a small hole in the wall, "there's an open fire burning outside the factory!"

The platoon commander pushed him away, and he also took a look, there were indeed flames burning in the ground outside the wall, and he couldn't think about the emergency situation, and shouted: "Bring a fire bottle and smash the wall open!"

As soon as a few people went out, they heard the platoon commander shouting: "It's an uncut gas pipeline! It's dangerous! Everyone should quickly withdraw first!"

The words just fell!

Just listen to the loud bang!

The flames burst out in an instant, and the smoke billowed out!

……

Even if Ye Fan on the side knew that these were illusory scenes, he couldn't care about anything else when he saw this, so he hurriedly rushed up, but he hit his head directly against the wall!

Looking up again, holding his vertigo head, he turned around, and a row of soldiers wearing firefighting uniforms appeared in front of him.

These men have dark faces and closed eyes,

But their faces, Ye Fan is very familiar,

He was the youngest,

His teeth are the whitest when he laughs,

His name is Zhang Weijie!

They are the seven people who have just rushed to the front!

And now there is a thick and heavy chain attached to their feet,

Beside them were two onicha who had seen at Gyeongju University that day, one holding a chain and the other holding a plaque!