When Zhou Xin saw the fire, he was blindsided, thinking that he might not be able to go back. Subconsciously thought of taking care of the recruits, not letting them run around and not be in danger. The idea itself is paradoxical, since this is a fire that cannot be survived, what is the use of taking care of whom? This shows the responsibility of the veteran. Zhou Xin is the second squad leader of the Fortress Hill Fire Squadron, enlisted in the army in 2002, and is a second-class non-commissioned officer. To protect the recruits by enlisting in the army a year earlier is the bloody nature of soldiers.

The Battery Hill squadron sent out a foam gun to stop the flowing fire, and a foam cannon to suppress the fire of Tank 103. Half an hour passed, and the 900-mm pipe exploded, accumulating into a large mushroom cloud. Zhou Xin was stunned, he usually fights fires, and the more he saves fires, the smaller the fires get, but this time the fires are getting bigger and bigger.

There were more and more ignition points, and the crumbling cement blocks and steel parts made a crashing sound. Zhou Xin asked the recruits to stand in the back and used foam guns to stop the flowing fire. After the 750 mm pipe exploded, the wave of air pushed him five or six meters, and the splash of boiling oil burned his face with a large bubble. The foam gun couldn't be found, and he struggled to open his eyes, picked it up from where the foam was tumbling, and continued to fight. The burned crude oil turned into asphalt, which stuck the hose of the foam gun, and the two of them couldn't pull it, so they had to drag it forward together.

At this time, the fire changed, and it was no longer a wave of red flames, but a white light scurrying around, which was more dazzling than the fire of electric welding. The walkie-talkie came the retreat order issued by the detachment commander Cong Shuyin. Zhou Xin asked the recruits to withdraw first. He and Wang Guokai dragged the foam cannon back. If it weren't for the asphalt sticking to the gun mount, it wouldn't have been so difficult to drag the gun away. It's been 9 years, Zhou Xin has been with this foam cannon since he was a recruit, how can he bear to throw the cannon in the fire.

At this time, Li Yongfeng, the captain of the brigade, asked the withdrawn officers and soldiers to report and roll call. The flames soared into the sky and explosions broke out everywhere, Li Yongfeng's heart was always carrying, and he couldn't wait to take a roll call all the time, and see if there were fewer people. Li Yongfeng found that the Fort Hill squadron was missing Wang Guokai and Zhou Xin, so he strode back and saw that the two were dragging artillery. Li Yongfeng scolded and told them to withdraw quickly. Zhou Xin, Wang Guokai and Li Yongfeng had just run 30 meters when the pump room exploded.

Zhou Xin didn't see what the explosion of the pump room was, he only knew that the retreating terrain was downhill, and the flowing fire was chasing after him like a pack of mad dogs. The waves of oil fire crashed down the downhill in waves, roaring, and the scene was terrifying.

At some point, it rained heavily, and it was black rain in front of me. The black rain crackled and hit the combat uniform, and it turned out to be a mess of oil. Zhou Xin thought to himself, he really couldn't go back. He wanted to call his parents, but he reached the phone in his hand, but he didn't dare to take it out. How to say, what to say? How can parents stand it? Zhou Xin always remembered what his mother said, "If there is something to call home", he should have called at this time, but when it was time to call, he couldn't. Only then did people know that in the face of such a tragic scene, people could not make this call anyway.

Li Yongfeng asked the officers and men to use sand and gravel to build a dam and temporarily encircle the oil, so that they could get fighter planes again. Zhou Xin alone carried the foam gun on his shoulder to light the fire, and let the recruits rest for a while, at this time, they had been fighting for more than 3 hours.

When Zhou Xin was ignition, he suddenly found that the metal light pole more than 20 meters high next to the road in the oil depot area was bent down, and the searchlight head was facing the ground. He was inexplicably excited, and a sense of pride rose up in him. He said to his comrades: "We are so good, the lamp pole is finished, we are fine." ”

The radiant heat bends the lamp pole, but the person can still walk and fight with kinetic energy. Zhou Xin was so happy that he said to his comrades, this fire is nothing special, our protective equipment is good, and we are invulnerable.

Zhou Xin and Luo Haiyang laid the water belt together. Firefighters all know that laying water hoses is heavy physical work, and laying water hoses on the fire scene is even more difficult. Running back and forth on such a road surface, your feet have long been blistered. The next day, Zhou Xin pulled his feet out of his combat boots and saw that the blood blisters on his feet were all rotten, and he was miserable. The two of them laid 23 reels of 80mm hose for a total of 460 meters. The hose jumped around, Zhou Xin and Luo Haiyang carried it on their shoulders, feeling that the earth was hotter than a red-hot iron pot.

When it was dawn, reinforcements arrived, and some of the fighters slept for a while. Zhou Xin asked the recruits to go down to rest, and he carried the foam buckets.

Under normal circumstances, 200 kg foam drums are transported to the roof of the fire truck by forklift. But there was no forklift at the scene, so Zhou Xin and his comrades put a 6-meter-high ladder on the car and dragged the foam bucket up with a rope. Whether you push a foam bucket or pull it with a rope, you are exhausted with every bucket you move. But no one dared to delay for a while, and Zhou Xin and the others added a total of 40 barrels of foam to the car. The foam of the fire truck never stopped.

Sleepy, first tired, then physically exhausted, and then sleepy. Man is roasted by fire, threatened by fire, still sleepy, and his body is as soft as noodles.

Zhou Xin didn't sleep for a night on the 16th, a day and a night on the 17th, and a day and a night on the 18th. This is the Iron Army, where the warriors are not only not afraid of fire, danger, or fatigue, but also fight against the nebuta all the time. Sleepy, Zhou Xin slept for a minute or two by the foam bucket, and woke up in less than five minutes at most. What soaked combat suits, what explosions, in the few minutes of falling asleep, unconscious.