In the past few months of the July 16 fire, Zhao Long, squad leader and non-commissioned officer of the first phase of the Guta Squadron of the Jinzhou Public Security Fire Detachment, wanted to cry when he saw Zhang Cong, the deputy squadron leader of the Tiebei Squadron, and at the same time wanted to be happy.

The Jinzhou Municipal Public Security Fire Detachment dispatched two teams to extinguish the fires in the sewage pool and pump room. Zhang Cong led Liu Yue and Feng Lei to form the first attack group to extinguish the fire in the pump room. Wang Changchuan, the leader of the detachment, saw that the wall in the pump room was tilted, and ordered Zhao Long to serve as an observation post and keep an eye on the wall. If there is any movement, immediately notify Zhang Cong and others to evacuate. Zhao Long kept staring at the wall, not daring to be distracted at all. But the wall collapsed in an instant, and before Zhao Long could shout, the wall fell at Zhang Cong's feet.

At that moment, Zhao Long was desperate. He thought that Zhang Cong had been smashed under the wall. The dust cleared, Zhang Cong was still fine, and Zhao Long really wanted to hug him and cry loudly. He is an observation post, if Zhang Cong sacrifices, Zhao Long will not be able to stand it in his life, and there is no way to open this knot.

When they first arrived at the fire scene, Zhao Long and his comrades put out the fire in the sewage pool. The cesspool is the access to tank 103, which is about 20 meters apart. If the cesspool fire is not extinguished, the fire will threaten Tank 103 and prevent troops from entering the southeast side of Tank 103 for cooling.

The cesspool is 3 meters wide and 8 meters long. The top concrete cover is covered with more than a meter of oil below. The crude oil is violently burned in the cesspool, producing a large amount of yellow-brown gas, which is so smoked that people cannot breathe and cannot open their eyes. The energy generated by the oil vapor continued to burst the crispy concrete cover into large holes, and the brick-sized cement flew in all directions, smashing on the helmet with a crackling sound.

Zhao Long saw the captain Wang Luzhi go to the sewage pool to check the fire, and his helmet was also crackled by cement blocks. Zhao Long thought, this captain is really bold enough, he has reached the front line, and it seems that the officers and soldiers are all out of the way.

When Zhao Long arrived, the cesspool and pump room were the defense areas of the Dalian Public Security Fire Brigade. Zhao Long saw that the brothers in Dalian were exhausted, and their expressions were indescribable, exactly the same as those of the soldiers who had gone through a terrible battle in the movie. Zhao Long didn't know that after they entered the battle, they also changed into this expression. The combination of burning, exhaustion, and tenacious willpower gives them the expression of bronze statues.

After 90 minutes of fighting, the cesspool fire was extinguished. Zhao Long and his comrades-in-arms moved to the pump room to clean up the remnants of the fire.

Wang Changchuan, the leader of the detachment, found that a group of valves on the southeast side of the No. 103 oil tank had been burned down, with a diameter of 200 millimeters, and was spraying oil and fire. Wang Changchuan ordered the attacking team to immediately go to the rescue.

Extinguishing the valve fire on the south side of the No. 103 tank, Zhao Long made great contributions, and also endured unbearable ordeals for ordinary people.

Zhao Long rode to the protective embankment and fired it with a foam gun. The fire leaking from the valve had formed an oil pool on the ground, flowing towards tank 102, which was 20 meters away. If the fire cannot be suppressed, Tank 102 will be under direct threat.

The protective embankment has been burned through the fire, and it is impossible to stand it at all, and the butt is like sitting on a red-hot iron pot. But you have to ride it, because the pressure of the foam gun is high, and people can't stand or squat. Only by riding up and clamping the wall with your legs can you aim at the fire point of the valve to rescue. Zhao Long kept the fire, he reminded himself to be sober, and when he was a little confused, he plunged into the oil pool under his feet. How long did he ride on the wall and hit? Zhao Long himself couldn't say clearly. All he knew was that he was fighting all the time, and no one was replaced. Later, the oil in the valve leaked, and Zhao Long came down. Comrades-in-arms said that Zhao Long had been fighting for three or four hours.

After Zhao Long came down, he staggered a few steps, found a place and fell asleep, sleeping very soundly. He woke up to find himself sleeping on a pile of rocks, stained with oil. Zhao Long said that he couldn't feel the stones under his body, which were similar to eiderdown mattresses.

Zhang Cong was almost smashed by the wall, which scared Zhao Long. His heart was always clutched tightly and could not be released. He didn't know how he had come over the past few days and nights of fighting the fire, his butt hurt first, then itchy, and he became obsessed.

After the battle, the officers and men of the Jinzhou City Public Security Fire Detachment boarded the car and returned home. After getting off the highway intersection in Jinzhou, Zhao Long saw the people of Jinzhou and the city leaders greeting him on the side of the road, and he suddenly felt that he was a hero. The car drove directly to the Jinzhou City Public Security Fire Detachment, where the party and government leaders of Jinzhou City held a grand welcome meeting for the officers and soldiers returning from the front line, so many smiling faces and so many enthusiastic eulogies, Zhao Long's heart slowly withdrew from the fire, and he felt that the city leaders especially understood them and his heart was warm.