Monpot recalled that there were heart-wrenching screams as the fire burned, and mushroom clouds kept tumbling out of the waves.

Meng Pot, Mongolian, born in 1982, enlisted in the army in 2000, sergeant of the armed police, assistant to the squadron leader on duty of the Huayuankou Squadron of the Zhuanghe Fire Brigade. He is married and has a 7-month-old daughter.

On July 16, it was the weekend, and Meng Pot had not seen his daughter for more than 20 days and wanted to go home to kiss her. The alarm bell rang, and the squadron received an order to reinforce the Newport oil depot. Meng But has been a soldier for 10 years, and no matter how big the fire scene is, the detachment has never mobilized the Zhuanghe Fire Brigade, and something serious must have happened. He and his squadron comrades boarded the car and set off, and in the car, Meng Pot sent a text message to his wife: "Love you love your daughter!" "Shut down. If the fire could not be extinguished, this was the last word that Monpot left to his family.

Before they reached the reservoir area, they saw a strange light radiating from the sky. Further on, the sight was full of fire. Monbutt is also a veteran, but he has never seen such fire. The entire reservoir area from east to west and from south to north is full of fire, can such a fire be saved? At that time, Monpot and his comrades-in-arms had only one belief in their hearts: rush in and speak. They knew that under the waves of fire that rose from the sky, their brothers had already been standing. Zhuanghe is 150 kilometers away from the Dagushan Peninsula, and when they arrived, the officers and men of the whole detachment did not know how long they had been fighting hard.

On the combat vehicle of Monbut, there were a total of 9 people including him, and the remaining 8 people were all recruits who had just joined the army for half a year and had never seen any fire. Monbutt turned on the cab light and said, "Let's say a word each." After speaking, he added: "Let's each leave a sentence." ”

Leaving a word doesn't mean the same thing as saying a word.

Meng Butt turned on the camera equipment and said to the camera: "This is an unprecedented disaster for the Dalian Public Security Fire Detachment, we have to come back alive." With that, Monpot turned the camera on the other fighters. None of the fighters spoke, and the camera only recorded their silent, resolute, childish faces, all with their lips closed.

When they got out of the fire, one of the fighters had a tendon in his leg, which is the truth. When Monpot got out of the car, he didn't see the oil tank, he only saw the fire, and he wondered in his heart, why couldn't he see the oil tank? There was no oil tank, where did the fire start from, he thought it was a leak of oil from the ground pipes that caused the fire.

The ground pipe did burst and caught fire, but the burst of tank 103 spewed out a larger stream of fire. Each of the 100,000 cubic meters of oil tanks in the reservoir area is 22 meters high, and the tanks are not visible in Monbut, proving that the flames have reached a height of more than 30 meters. And the fire that spreads over the mountains and fields in a large area is a flowing fire. The fire is not only burning on the ground, but also bursting and burning in the thick oil pipelines that are several meters above the ground and more than ten meters high. Some soldiers saw a waterfall of fire in the fire, and it gushed upside down from the air. Some warriors saw rivers of fire flowing like molten steel in steelmaking furnaces. When the crude oil rushes out of the steel pipe wall with tremendous pressure, the magnetism makes a sound. Crude oil, which has reached its ignition point, also sizzles when it sees oxygen in the air. The shrill whistling sound was like an alarm, and it was terrifying. In fact, during the seven hours of the Dalian Public Security Fire Detachment, there were six large explosions, and small explosions also occurred from time to time. The oil fire inside the sewer pipe raised the iron lid into the sky, and it was the energy released by the explosion that caused the oil to burn to a specified threshold. For an experienced commander like Cong Shuyin, it was gratifying to see the small explosion, because the energy was released, breaking down the conditions for the big bang. The mushroom cloud is a scene of the critical burning crude oil flowing inside the oil pipeline after melting the welds of the pipeline and then sputtering out. The hot oil is always looking for air, and after contact with the air, it first decomposes and chars (black ash) before revealing its true body after the flame.

The task assigned to the Huayuankou Squadron by the on-site command was to set up a life-and-death defense line on the north side of Tank 103. The No. 37 and No. 42 tanks and the high-risk chemical tanks did not catch fire and explode. Maintain a separation zone between the fire wave and the tank group of high-risk chemicals.

This task is precisely the lifeline of the oil depot area of the Dagushan Peninsula. Man lives on this line, and death dies on this line.

Monbutt and his comrades received the task and rushed to the position on the north side. At that time, everyone was wearing combat uniforms, and it was impossible to tell who was the highest. On the fire ground, the commander wears a red helmet, and the combatant wears a black helmet. As he spoke, Monpot saw a man wearing a red helmet and his face covered in black oil. Meng Bu Teli reported: "Report to the chief, the Huayuankou squadron of Zhuanghe County has come to report!" As soon as the red helmet spoke, Meng But heard that he was Guo Wei's chief of staff, and he was the on-site commander of the position on the north side.

Under the command of Chief of Staff Guo Wei, the Huayuankou squadron was divided into two routes. All the way out of the water gun, foam gun to cool the No. 37 crude oil tank. The other route, led by Monbut, expanded the safe distance between the fire and the tank group of high-risk chemicals.

At this time, the iron sheet of the No. 37 crude oil tank had been burned by the fire, and a large piece was pulled down. The fire is still flowing. The position on the north side was less than 200 meters from the deflagrated tank No. 103, and the flowing fire burned along the road and over the trench. Less than 100 meters away from the tank group of high-risk chemicals.

Within minutes, a row of oil pipelines burst, and crude oil erupted with fire, getting closer and closer to the high-risk chemical tanks. Monpot set up his position less than 10 meters from the fire, and behind him was a group of 51 tanks of high-risk chemicals, and the scorching air sprayed was breathless. There was nothing to see but red flames and black smoke. To tell the truth, in front of the oncoming waves of fire dozens of meters wide and more than 10 meters high, the power of the water guns and foam guns of the Huayuankou Squadron seemed too thin. But the fighters were often reversed at the weakest point, and none of the recruits flinched, shook off their hoses, and rushed towards the fire. The hoarse shout of Sha Sha, the captain of Cong Shuyin, came from the walkie-talkie: "We must resist it, and we must not let the fire burn to the tank farm of high-risk chemicals!" ”

The flames rolled and enveloped Monbutt and his comrades inside. The smoke and scorching made it difficult for people to breathe, they couldn't even open their eyes, and their combat suits became hot. Chief of Staff Guo Wei once said: "Standing in the fire on July 16 is a luxury, the air is not enough, and the oxygen is burned out by the fire." "The heat radiation penetrated the combat suit, and the whole body was burned with pain. More physically demanding than pain are highly tense nerves, and fear is more physically exhausting than movement. They were too tired to stand, so they crouched down and attacked the waves of fire with foam guns in hand. I couldn't squat anymore, so I knelt on the ground and fought, never putting down the foam gun in my hand, and the powerful jet kept shooting at the fire wave.

Kneeling on the ground, bubbling with sticky oil and water, they felt like they were sitting in a pot of boiling water. Behind them, their comrades sprayed water with water cannons to cool them down. If it weren't for the water with a water gun, the combat suit would have dried long ago. Monbutt and his comrades collapsed more than once, as if they couldn't stand it for a second. They often rely on eye contact with their comrades for encouragement. When you see that others are still holding on, you can hold on for a little longer, and others will see you the same.

They did not retreat for a moment in the defensive line, and the fire was kept within a fixed burning range. In an hour or two, they successfully pushed back the fire by more than 20 meters, which threatened the tank group of high-risk chemicals.

For Monpot, the hardest work has not yet begun.

After pushing the fire back 20 meters, Monpot was responsible for transporting the foam barrels. The road had melted and turned into an asphalt swamp, and the car could not drive, so Monpot and his comrades pushed the foam buckets from a distance like snails. The 200-kilogram foam barrel was burned by crude oil and the residual asphalt was firmly attached to the ground, not to mention pushing a meter, pushing an inch is not easy. Meng Pot, this short, happy fat man, together with his comrades, transported more than 20 barrels of foam to the combat vehicle step by step. If there was no foam, the fighting would have stopped immediately, the lives of the comrades would have been lost, the fire would have swept people away, and the foam gun was both a bullet and a shield. Monpot later recalled, "I really couldn't push the 200-kilogram foam bucket. And after fighting for a few hours just now, I have no physical strength. But I think that if this bucket of foam can't be pushed up, I will never see my comrades again, so I really have to fight to transport the foam barrel to the front line with the last strength."

When the pump room exploded, it was only a dozen meters away from where they were in Monbut, and flames more than 20 meters high rose into the air, and a powerful shock wave pushed a soldier from the roof of a fire truck to the ground. Monbut, as well as all the fighters present, lay on the ground in an instant, and they didn't know how to fall, only to find themselves lying in oil and water. Thinking that he was still alive, Meng Pot called out the names of his comrades, and when he heard the echo of his comrades, Meng Pot cried. This is a cry of joy, he is still alive, his comrades are still alive. Don't say that the fire was full of pain, this echo from the mouth of his comrades made Monpot feel extremely happy.

The moment Meng Pot struggled to get up, he saw that a huge tongue of fire had rolled towards the fire truck. The chariot is the weapon and guardian spirit of the warrior, and it must not be taken by the fire demon. He jumped into the car at a speed he couldn't believe and increased the throttle, but the car didn't move. It turned out that the molten asphalt had stuck the wheels. He quickly shifted to afterburner, and the car finally moved, breaking out of the flames. A little later, the car will be burned to the ground. Jumping out of the car, Monpot found that the two rear headlights had been baked.

Meng Pot said that he was bold and that he was smart; He is said to be smart, he is kind, and God often pities people like him. In 2005, a two-ton ** tanker leaked. Monbut, who was the squad leader at the time, put on a canister and walked to the car alone. The valve of the tanker is rotten and is bubbling up**. Monpot stepped forward and smashed the valve, nailed a piece of wood into it, and the tanker was unharmed. The result of being bold and clever is simplicity and sharpness.

The situation at the fire became even more complicated after the explosion of the pumping station. Chief of Staff Guo Wei ordered to continue the attack, and Meng But and his comrades-in-arms picked up foam guns, dragged their tired and stiff bodies, and continued to defend their positions, fighting little by little, pushing the defense line forward inch by inch. They persevered for 6 hours, pushing the limits of what humans could bear. Six hours later, reinforcements arrived, and the line of life and death was held.