Xu Zhanlong, born in 1981 and enlisted in the army in 1999, is an instructor of the old border squadron of the Yingkou City Public Security Fire Detachment, and a native of Tongliao City, Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region.

At 6 o'clock in the morning of the 17th, it was already dawn. Xu Zhanlong led the second attack group of the old border squadron to set up a mobile gun to extinguish the fire of the flange group. Chief of Staff Xu Yongjiang asked him to change to a foam gun to attack, and Xu Zhanlong brought a foam gun close to the fire. He was running, whizzing into a sewage well without a manhole cover. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the exposed steel bar head by the well. The steel bar was already burned red, and as soon as he let go, the gloves fell off, and when he grabbed the steel bar again, a layer of skin immediately fell off on his hands, and his hands could feel that the skin had fallen off, like taking off gloves. The mixture of asphalt, oil, water, and foam from the well poured into the body from the sleeves and collar of the clothes, and became heavy. Xu Zhanlong pulled the steel bar upwards with his hand, but he was stuck by the asphalt and oil. Squadron leader Wang Xiaoming and non-commissioned officer Liu Qingtao dragged him by the wrist and pulled him by the hair, and finally rescued him. If it weren't for Xu Zhanlong's cleverness, if his physical fitness was not good, if the two comrades-in-arms didn't find out in time and did their best to get him up. Then, the first sacrifice on the fire ground was Xu Zhanlong.

Xu Zhanlong came up and immediately took off his clothes and put on a new combat uniform, he found that a piece of skin was missing from his right hand, and his comrades found that his hair was gone, and the asphalt solidified and wrapped his hair. Xu Zhanlong didn't rest for a minute, picked up the foam gun and continued to fight in close combat, as if nothing happened.

Mr. Xu said he was susceptible to injury. At the end of each firefighting battle, his wife Yang Ying called him first to ask if he was injured. Once, a fire broke out in the 60-meter-high tower of Yingkou Minmine, and Xu Zhanlong rushed up with the attack team. The water cannon hit the lime. The lime instantly generated a high temperature when it met the water, splashing into his neck. The whole neck was burned. Xu Zhanlong went home, and Yang Ying cried when she saw him wrapped in gauze around his neck. Xu Zhanlong said: "My injury is the lightest, and other people's injuries are more serious than mine." In fact, he was the only one who was injured. The next day, Yang Ying read about his injuries in the newspaper and went home crying. Xu Zhanlong was very helpless, how could there be anyone who was not injured in fire fighting and rescue? A woman's heart is too soft.

This time he fell into the sewer well, Xu Zhanlong didn't have time to be afraid, just for a while, death was death, life was alive, there was nothing to be afraid of. He was more frustrated that his ears were poured into asphalt, and he was so painful that he didn't dare to pillow it, and his back was the size of a basin, and he was badly burned. You can only sleep on your stomach. The asphalt stuck all the hair together, and it was uncomfortable.

At that time, Xu Zhanlong was not good at talking, he said - everyone was red-eyed, they didn't know how to be afraid, they didn't know how to be hungry, they didn't know how to be thirsty, they seemed to be crazy. After the first explosion, the two assault groups continued to attack. A second explosion followed, sending out a white light near Tank 42. Xu Zhanlong thought that the No. 42 tank had exploded, and people couldn't open their eyes at all. As an instructor, he shouted in his heart to retreat, but he couldn't make a sound. After the explosion, the waves of fire rushed over like ocean waves. He vaguely felt that the 100,000 tons of crude oil in the No. 42 tank was enough to submerge people, and after running back a few steps, Xu Zhanlong turned back and rushed back to the position to rescue the artillery. Water cannons and foam cannons are the lives of officers and men in the fire field, and without artillery, they all have to die. Xu Zhanlong hugged the cannon and continued to fight. At that time, people became trapped beasts, it didn't matter if the No. 42 tank exploded or not, if you retreated, you had to die, and if you wanted to live, you had to fight the fire demon to the end.

The old border squadron of the Yingkou City Public Security Fire Detachment is a model fire squadron in the province and an advanced squadron in the province's post training.