At noon on July 15, Wang Jianzhong, deputy squad leader of the Caitun Squadron of the Xihu Brigade of the Benxi City Public Security Fire Detachment, received a call from home, saying that his father was critically ill and wanted to meet his son.

Wang Jianzhong was born in 1990, and there are twin sisters at home who are studying in Zhengzhou University. I remember that my father was born in Zhengzhou in the year he enlisted in the army, and it was leukemia. When his father sent him to be a soldier, Wang Jianzhong suddenly found that he was so thin that he was out of shape, but he didn't know what the disease was. His father hid his illness from him and let him serve with peace of mind. Wang Jianzhong's home is in Pingqiao District, Xinyang City, Henan Province, which is a rural area. When he returned home to visit his family in the second year of enlistment, he saw that his father's hair was all gray and he was too thin to recognize. The father told his son that he was sick and resigned himself to fate. Relatives and friends gave money for his two sisters to go to college, and his father said that he would be grateful to his relatives in the future.

On July 15, Wang Jianzhong asked for leave from the team. On the morning of July 16, the team approved him to take a leave of absence. Wang Jianzhong bought a train ticket back to Xinyang in the early morning of the 17th, bought things for his family, borrowed civilian clothes from his comrades-in-arms, and waited to get to the station with the train ticket in hand. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he couldn't, thinking that he would not know if he would see his father alive when he returned home. Wang Jianzhong has a belief: his father loves him the most, and he will definitely close his eyes when he goes back. He prayed in his heart to God that his father would hold on for two more days, and the two would meet.

Sitting, it was dark, and at 22 o'clock in the evening, the alarm bell in the team sounded, and Wang Jianzhong wore civilian clothes to participate in the emergency assembly. The captain briefly explained the task, and then named the team to organize reinforcements in Dalian. When the captain clicked on "Wang Jianzhong", he glared in his heart, hesitated for half a second, and replied loudly: "Here!" He was selected to reinforce Dalian, don't say anything, Wang Jianzhong quickly changed into a fire-fighting uniform, boarded the car and rushed to Dalian.

During the journey of more than 6 hours, the comrades-in-arms talked about the fire, saying that the oil tank had exploded. Wang Jianzhong silently missed his father. His family was in difficulty, and the whole family depended on his father to set up a stall and sell vegetables. When he was in junior high school, Wang Jianzhong was playful and didn't like to study, and his father sat on the side every night to watch him do his homework. Now, the more Wang Jianzhong thinks about it, the more guilty he feels. Now I understand the reason and want to repay my parents' kindness, but I have no chance. As soon as he thought of this, Wang Jianzhong would cry. But he never imagined that this time he went to the fire scene and lost the last chance to say goodbye to his father. But there is no choice when you are a soldier, and obedience is your duty.

When he arrived at the Dalian fire site, before he arrived at the position, Wang Jianzhong smelled the smell of burning, and the red fire trucks turned black, and the body was full of oil. They arrived at the fire at 4:30 a.m. and advanced directly to the side of tank 103 to cool tank 106.

At that time, the flange group on the side of the No. 103 tank exploded, and the flames jumped out five or six meters high, and the foam seemed to have no effect on the fire. Therefore, the offensive must not be stopped for a moment. They fought from more than 4 a.m. to more than 10 a.m., and they had already seen the results. The detachment leader called everyone down to take turns eating. As soon as Wang Jianzhong pulled out, he saw the extinguished flow under his feet and stood up vigorously, two meters high, and rushed in all directions. The surroundings turned into a sea of fire, exactly like in the morning. Wang Jianzhong picked up the gun and continued to fight, first covering the car to retreat, otherwise the tires of the car would be burned and turned into a pile of scrap metal. The cover car withdrew, Wang Jianzhong and his comrades attacked inside, and if they didn't attack, there would be no place to stand. Played for an hour. The area of the position expanded, and he stood on the pipe to fight, fighting in close combat with fire. Interspersed with the transport of foam barrels, in cooperation with the attack of his comrades, he fought for about an hour, and the fire burned again from under his feet. More than a meter high, it is about to burn its eyebrows, and it burns all the way in. Wang Jianzhong's mind was a little in a trance, so he just stood and shot with a gun. Suddenly, he felt someone spraying water on his face, and he woke up to see that he was standing in the middle of the fire to extinguish the fire.

It was like this for a day, from early morning until night. In the evening, the second batch of reinforcements replaced them to rest, Wang Jianzhong and his comrades-in-arms came to a university campus to eat, after eating and sleeping, just fell asleep, the Benxi detachment position rekindled the fire, they killed the general, and saved the night.

At the most urgent moment, Wang Jianzhong temporarily forgot about his father. The fire eased slightly, and his father's face immediately appeared in front of him, full of white hair and emaciated, lying under the quilt waiting for him to return. My father was only 47 years old, and after getting sick, he was hospitalized in Beijing Tiantan Hospital and Zhengzhou Cancer Hospital for a month.

On the fire, he remembers being suddenly called down by the leader and asked what your name is. They replied: Wang Jianzhong, Liu Hongchao, Liu Da. The leader wrote down their names and said they were all right. They continued to fight on the fireground.

On the fire, Wang Jianzhong did not dare to call home. From the early morning of the 17th to the end of the battle on the night of the 21st, Wang Jianzhong called home with a trembling right hand, but he did not expect his father to be alive. Wang Jianzhong was overjoyed, this is really a miracle, he is still alive. On the 22nd, Liu Deshu, director of the Political Department of the Benxi Fire Detachment, accompanied Wang Jianzhong to fly to Zhengzhou and changed trains to Xinyang. The detachment brought 15,000 yuan of condolences to Wang Jianzhong's father and bought a lot of fruits. Wang Jianzhong's family was very moved, they didn't know what had happened in the past few days, let alone that Wang Jianzhong and his comrades-in-arms had escaped death and came to Xinyang.

Wang Jianzhong's father was so happy when he saw his son return. Wang Jianzhong stayed at home for a total of two days, and when he returned to the team, his father was still in good condition. On August 24, Wang Jianzhong's father passed away. Before he died, he knew that his son had been awarded a first-class meritorious service in the 7.16 firefighting battle.