Hu Yongjie, a non-commissioned officer in the first phase, is the deputy squad leader of the special service squadron of the Yingkou City Public Security Fire Detachment. In the 7.16 firefighting battle, he was only 21 years old, and he had made three third-class merits before, and he was a native of Heze City, Shandong Province.

When the Mercedes-Benz came to the fire, Hu Yongjie in the car saw that there were leaders standing on the side of the road, and at this time he was up and down. The soldiers all looked at the faces of the leaders when they encountered problems, the leaders on the roadside were all anxious, and Hu Yongjie was scared. When he saw the head of fire rushing like a crazy wave, squeaking and screaming, Hu Yongjie understood why the leader's face was so ugly. He didn't understand what kind of fire in the world could burn like this. Unless the sea turns into fire, it can be so wild.

Hu Yongjie and Meng Xiangbo made foam cannons together. The leader ordered to extinguish the fire around tank No. 42 first. They pushed forward meter by meter, and the hose was all stuck to the burnt asphalt from the ground. They shouted and moved—one or two! One or two go! Walking is harder, more difficult than crossing the river beach of the Yellow River, and there are not waves around him, but flames. The big explosion happened, and the air wave pressed them all to the ground, Hu Yongjie pressed the cannon with his chest, and he thought he had sacrificed. After death, it turned out to be like this: I couldn't open my eyes, my ears were buzzing, but why was there a cannon in my hand? Hu Yongjie can't figure it out, let's die if we think about it, anyway, we are soldiers. At this time, the roar of Chief of Staff Xu Yongjiang sounded in his ears:

"The cannon goes two meters further!"

Hu Yongjie knew that he was still alive, he suddenly stood up, and fell down again. Got up again, and fell again. Combat boots were stuck with asphalt.

Pulling out his boots, he and Meng Xiangbo shifted their positions to extinguish the fire of the Flange group. The fire at a height of more than 20 meters was baked at a distance of 50 meters, but fortunately, the range of the foam cannon could suppress the fire head of the flange group. During the battle, the hose was not long enough, so Hu Yongjie went back to get the hose. He stepped on the asphalt and staggered around. At that moment, I thought: if I can't put out the fire, that's it. He looked around, the smoke, the flames, the twisted steel bars, and sighed that a man could die in such an unfortunate place. Retrieve the hose and keep playing. Hu Yongjie and Meng Xiangbo had no one to replace them, and they fought the foam cannon from the night of the 16th to the night of the 17th, and their hands never left the cannon.

The two of them only had half a bottle of mineral water in their hands, and they took turns drinking it, and they didn't finish it for a day or two nights. I can't bear to drink it, moisten my lips even if I have drunk it. The bread was full of black oil, and they took it and ate it, no matter this or that, there was black oil on their teeth and mouth, and they were so hungry.

After a person has something in his stomach, he begins to feel sleepy, how can he not be sleepy without resting for two nights a day? When they were sleepy, they sat on the ground and tried to sleep for a while with foam cannons in hand. But I couldn't sleep, the power of the foam cannon was too great, and as soon as the hand was released, the muzzle of the cannon rolled.

At this time, the second big bang happened. The explosion was like an explosion in people's hearts, and their heads felt like they were flying, and their internal organs seemed to be thrown out. The human body cannot withstand strong vibrations. Hu Yongjie came to his senses, and tears couldn't stop flowing. He thought, if he dies in battle, who will feed his father and mother? My father and mother are only in their 40s. Thinking of this, Hu Yongjie's tears flowed more and more, and he almost cried. Chinese pay attention to their children to provide for their parents' retirement, and Shandong people talk about this even more. I died in the fire at the age of 21, wouldn't I pit my parents? Hu Yongjie's tears fell in strings on his clothes, and turned into steam on the hot muzzle.

Hu Yongjie and Meng Xiangbo were too close to the fire, and the most unbearable thing in their long battle was the fire. The high temperature of crude oil is thousands of degrees Celsius, and the insulating clothing is baked as hot as iron. What does the human body feel like in a red-hot iron sheet? That's it. His face seemed to be roasted, and he scooped up the stagnant water on the ground and poured it on his face, puzzled. Drink the water from the foam cannon to quench your thirst, it is hot and bitter. Touching clothes is hot, touching helmets is hot, and even your face is hot. Wet your whole body with a water gun. After the clothes were wet inside and out, it was like wearing a layer of iron armor, which was particularly uncomfortable. No matter how hard it was, Hu Yongjie and his comrades-in-arms persevered. The hardships endured by Hu Yongjie mentioned here are the hardships of all officers and soldiers on the front line. In fact, Hu Yongjie himself is more able to endure hardships, and the children of the old areas of Shandong have no hardships that they can't endure. In 2009, Hu Yongjie participated in the competition and won the first place in the whole detachment and the second place in the province, which is an honor of hardship.

From the 18th, the 83 officers and men of the Yingkou detachment had time to sleep. Hu Yongjie slept on the platform of the factory train station, with his boots on his head. At that time, they only felt sleepy, and some people fell asleep while eating. The officers and men slept near their fire trucks and immediately got up to fight as soon as there was a situation. When they left the fire, they took all their household garbage with them and sent back the bricks that were used as pillows to be arranged.

Hu Yongjie remembered that after the fire was extinguished, a small black dog appeared in their position, following the chief of staff, Xu Yongjiang. Wherever Xu Yongjiang goes, it follows. The puppy is oily black and especially attractive. The warrior bathed it with water and found that it was a snow-white puppy. Hu Yongjie picked up the dog, and the puppy looked at him with innocent and pure eyes. Hu Yongjie asked: "With such a big fire, how did you survive in the past few days?" The puppy looked at him with a choked sob. Hu Yongjie, a person who usually doesn't like to cry, hugged the little white dog and shed tears again.