Guo Huitao is the chief of the combat training section of the Yingkou Public Security Fire Detachment, born in 1977. In July, he was leading the attack team to conduct a fire fighting competition training in Shenyang, and he had not seen his fiancée Che Chang for a long time.

Guo Huitao is 33 years old and Che Chang is 29 years old, both of whom are older youths. The two of them often quarrel after they get married, because they can't see each other. Firefighting is like that, firefighting is a big deal. There is no pattern to when the fire is on, and it is impossible to have a pattern. Firefighters are also active soldiers, and it is also their duty to obey orders, and the leader will fight wherever he directs, without the slightest hesitation and fatigue. These things are not fully understood by people who work locally. Fortunately, Guo Huitao and Che Chang have a good relationship, Che Chang is a middle school mathematics teacher, knowledgeable, gentle and generous. On the fire, Guo Huitao silently said a lot of words to Che Chang in his heart. He saw that the color of the flames was getting lighter and lighter, and the explosions were becoming more and more frequent, and he knew that the possibility of survival was very slim, and the person he wanted to see the most at this time was Che Chang. Guo Huitao enlisted in the army in 1994, and his military experience has been 17 years, and he knows in his heart that this time is the limit. In his heart, he thought about his relatives, relived the kindness of the world, and sorted out his successes and regrets. In fact, the fire field has no time to think about these things, but with a little free time, these things will come out of my head and meet you. If it weren't for the face-to-face struggle with death, the human mind would not have become so deep.

On July 16, Guo Huitao had just returned to Yingkou from the Shenyang training ground, and he and Che Chang went to the street to buy things and prepare for the wedding. Guo Huitao answered the phone and heard the reinforcements in Dalian, and his heart was stunned. The Dalian detachment is well equipped and has many soldiers, and it still needs reinforcements from other cities, what kind of fire is this? He only took the mobile phone charger and came out when he went home, and he didn't say anything to his parents, and he didn't say much to Che Chang, only about a business trip.

The Yingkou City Public Security Fire Detachment arrived at the fire scene in the middle of the night. Guo Huitao is the head of the combat training section, and he habitually observes the terrain and fire. He found that the war zone where Yingkou was located was extremely unfavorable. The No. 103 canister that burst into flames was on the hillside, and the flowing fire rushed down and gathered in the Yingkou war zone. And here again, there is OTD. Guo Huitao doesn't have to think much to understand that the success or failure of the battlefield depends on the Yingkou Theater, and a good fight can turn the overall situation around, and if he can't stand up, he will lose everything.

The fire had already climbed up to tank No. 37, and the Yingkou detachment did its best to beat the fire on tank No. 37, otherwise the adjacent group of tanks of high-risk chemicals would be dragged into the fire.

The earth is shaking all the time, and most of the burning oil pipelines are 900 mm or 700 mm thick pipes, and the radiant heat reaches thousands of degrees, making it quite difficult to attack. A 20-ton water tanker truck can run out of water in five or six minutes. The water truck has to run every five or six minutes. The hardest part is not the water, it's the foam. The 209-kilogram foam barrel was carried by people in the early stage. Guo Huitao and his comrades-in-arms put water guns and foam buckets, and their physical strength was already overdrawn. At that time, people relied on willpower rather than physical strength to support, and after a little slowdown, they got up and continued to fight. When they extinguished the fire on the wall of Tank 37, they found that there were other tanks that had been hit by flowing fire, and to be honest, they didn't know how many canisters there were, and they didn't know where they were. It was dark, the fire was big, and the explosions were constant, so I could only grit my teeth and bury my head in the desperate fight.

In 2001, Guo Huitao served as the deputy squadron leader of the Gaizhou squadron. A deli forgot to turn off the fire when boiling old soup, and a fire broke out. Guo Huitao snatched out three large liquefied gas tanks of 50 kilograms and five small canisters from the fire in one go. At that time, the canister was taken out of the fire in one go, and the battle was won. Now the situation has changed, the large reserves of crude oil tanks are 100,000 tons, and the small tanks of high-risk chemicals are 5,000 tons. Can't run, there's nowhere to run, and you can't run.

The next morning, when it was dawn, Guo Huitao looked around and felt that it was no different from the bombed battlefield of World War II, with thick smoke billowing out, fire raging on the wreckage of the tank wall, scorched earth covered with foam, steel bars burned and bent, and oil pipes burned.

Guo Huitao still felt happy in his heart. The Yingkou position fought hard to ensure that the high-risk chemical tanks did not explode and burn, which is the most fortunate result. The second is fortunate that there was no oil in the pump room when it exploded, and it was oil vapor that exploded. If there is oil, it will fall like a flood of fire, and the low-lying land of the Yingkou position will definitely suffer heavy casualties, and the 83 officers and men of the whole detachment may not survive. The third one was fortunate to have eaten at noon. I couldn't swallow the lunch box in my hand, but when I served the rice, I suddenly felt the warmth of the world. Having food to eat and water to drink shows that there is still a lot of hope for survival, and life is still with you.

For Guo Huitao, his biggest blow on the fire ground was hearing the news of Zhang Liang's death. The battle has been won, the comrades-in-arms have returned to the world, and the beauty of life has shown smiling faces on the horizon, but hearing the news of the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms is really a blow to the head.

Many young fighters wept for Zhang Liang. They leaned against the car, hugged foam buckets, and wiped tears from their faces with their hands. The black ash on his face was washed out of the grooves by tears, revealing red flesh. Those who have not experienced the battle cannot understand why Zhang Liang's sacrifice caused the collective sorrow of the 2,380 active-duty officers and soldiers in the fire. They didn't cry on the fire, they didn't cry under the threat of death, and they were in tears at the moment. Guo Huitao doesn't know how to describe his feelings, grievances, sadness, weakness, everything. Zhang Liang's death made them very painful, although their bodies were already dehydrated, but tears were flying in stride, rushing out. Tears fell on the scorched earth burned by the fire.