Zhang Cong is the deputy squadron leader of the Tiebei Squadron of the Jinzhou Public Security Fire Detachment, born in 1985 and enlisted in the army in 2008. Zhang Cong graduated from Shenyang University of Technology, majoring in industrial engineering. During his university years, he received national, provincial and school scholarships, and ranked first in his major. When Zhang Cong gathered the officers and men of the squadron and drove two foam cars to the exit of the highway, all he thought about was to make meritorious contributions. The bigger the fire, the more difficult and dangerous the battle, the more opportunities for meritorious service, and he secretly made up his mind that he would perform well when he went to the fire and come back with a meritorious service. The military merits of the fire field are more tangible and more valuable than the rewards received in school.

When he arrived at the fire at 4 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Cong saw waves of fire everywhere and thick smoke billowing everywhere. His psychology of making achievements was a little weak, and he suddenly remembered his mother. Zhang Cong's father died in 2008, leaving only one relative in the family, his mother, who was an only child. At this time, his mind flashed the scene of the sacrifice of 14 officers and soldiers in the Huangdao oil tank fire, and he thought that if he sacrificed, only his mother would be left alone to live, and his heart was very sad.

When you arrive at the fire, you have no choice but to charge, and the more you are afraid of death, the Grim Reaper will find you. Zhang Cong is a cadre of the squadron, and he knows that first, he must set a heroic and tenacious example for the soldiers, and second, he must protect the lives of the soldiers. In the fire, it is necessary not only to be brave, but also to be sober, these are two things that he repeatedly reminds himself.

The Jinzhou City Public Security Fire Detachment is located on the side of Tank 103, taking over the defense area of the Dalian City Public Security Fire Detachment, and is responsible for fighting the oil pipeline flow fire, the sewage pool fire and the pump room fire.

The Tiebei squadron sent out two foam guns to extinguish the fire on the west side of the pump room. The glass in the pump room was shattered, the roof was gone, and the walls were crooked. It is said that people should not be close to the fire, but far away, the range of the foam gun is not enough. The huge pumping room is crisscrossed with pipes and fire. Zhang Cong rushed forward with a foam gun, and as he walked, the wall collapsed with a bang, only a foot away from him. The wall fell, but the people were safe, but the deflagration in the pump room kept happening, and once it exploded, Zhang Cong trembled in his heart. Burst and tremble. When I was at the scene, I couldn't detect any part of the explosion, I only felt that the explosion sounded around me, and I thought I was finished. The number of explosions has increased, and Zhang Cong is less nervous, or he is used to it. Throughout the battle, he did not flinch. The squadron cadres retreated, what did the fighters do? I can only go out and rush forward.

The fire in tank No. 103 burned out the valve on the southeast side of the tank, and the crude oil flowed out, and the air was burned. Discovering this new fire, Zhang Cong led the soldier Zhao Long to ride on the protective embankment and put out the leak with a foam gun. The embankment has been burned by fire, and it is unbearable for people to ride on it, but this is the best position, and it can only be fought here. Zhao Long controls the foam gun, and the pressure of the gun makes people untenable, and people are easily carried down by the pressure of the gun. Zhao Long clung to the hot concrete wall with his legs, and if he didn't grasp the strength well, he would fall down and fall into the bubbling clump filled with crude oil.

From the moment they entered the fire, Zhang Cong and the officers and men of the Tiebei Squadron fought continuously for more than ten hours. In one explosion, the shock wave knocked him down, like pulling onions on dry land, his hands poked the ground, and the crude oil was poured into his gloves, and his hands were burned, and his legs were broken so that he couldn't get up for a long time.

Recalling this battle, Zhang Cong said that he was scared at both ends, and when he first entered the scene, it was clear that there was a fire in front of him, and the fire truck drove in, and he was afraid. After the battle, imagine that if I sacrificed, my mother would be left alone in the world, and I was afraid. When the officers and soldiers withdrew from the fire by car, the citizens of Dalian saw them off, and Zhang Cong burst into tears, as if he had just realized that he was still alive. Coming down from such a cool fire and still alive, Zhang Cong feels that he has realized the value of life, and he is very great.