Reporter?

The people below were stunned for a moment.

Lao Cao sent out a soul question.

"How can there be journalists in this place? What are you doing in the mountains, fighting guerrillas? ”

Hao Chengbin glared at him and stepped forward and patted him suddenly:

"What kind of guerrilla fighting, people came to interview Fang Huai! I'll hurry down to inform you first, people are coming soon, CCTV reporters, don't talk nonsense! ”

Fog grass.

Everyone habitually touched the position of the collar.

There is no discipline button, so you can only zip the clothes to the top first, and then turn them down.

Fang Huai was even more stunned.

"CCTV reporters came to interview me dry hair? I haven't come down yet! ”

Hao Chengbin hated that iron could not become steel, and pointed to the water:

"Flood! The reporter interviewed next door just now, the two old people you saved, were interviewed by others just now! I want to find out the situation. ”

Fang Huai understood.

Harm.

Every time we conduct an interview on a major event, we must dedicate ourselves to the good people and good deeds of the people on the hour, and enrich the ideological education section.

There are many heroes in our country, but most of them are silent, to be honest, most of the real heroes can't be interviewed.

It's like that song: I don't need you to know me, I don't want you to know me.

Just like those fighters who will always exist in Sichuan, "incomplete statistics".

It's like... In the case of Tang Jiashan, not to mention that hundreds of media wanted to interview him, even the Huang reporter that Hanwang met sent him text messages many times, saying that his fellow reporters wanted his contact information and asked if he could give it.

But so far, no interview has approached him to ask for specific details, and he has never seen the interview with Brigadier Kim in any report.

But, the leaders above, all know.

In recent years, the eyes of the masses are on the front blackboard, and there is no personal self-media, the control is very strict, and many things have not been set before the external tone, no media dares to blow up the stab, and all reporters are the same.

The big media naturally knows the direction of the wind at the top, and the small media depends on the wind direction of the big media.

Heroes are needed in any era.

This is also the question that Fang Huai once thought about in the car: how can the state free the people from the instinct of self-interest.

Therefore, you can still see a lot of heroes in life.

Today, he will undoubtedly be one of them.

"I said, Director Cao, a reporter is coming, is our rescue method changed?" Fang Huai thought about it for a while and said.

"What do you mean?" Cao Yi and Hao Chengbin were both lost.

Fang Huai showed a smile from an old wall lamp:

"Embody professionalism! Didn't you think about it before you left? Usually you want CCTV reporters to film you training, unless you have a father who is the chief, but today, it's an opportunity. ”

When Cao Yi heard this, his face also turned up, and he leaned closer and said, "Do you have a trick?" ”

Fang Huai looked at the bored trapped people ten meters away, then observed the house again, and nodded:

"Three 20-meter ropes, belts, D-hooks, take more, bring some food and drink, bring a few camouflage uniforms, and a set of folding tents."

Cao Yi immediately understood what he meant: "Crossing? ”

Fang Huai nodded: "Crossing." ”

Cao Yi scratched his head: "With such a rapid water, there are still two or three meters of cliffs here, how can you cross it?" ”

Fang Huai shook his head: "Crossing is not accurate, don't wade, fly over." ”

Cao Yi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This year's fire crossing training has not risen for two years, it is in the exploration period, and there are no all kinds of crossing equipment, such as rope rollers, rope pressers, crossing harnesses and other labor-saving things.

It can be said that the idea of firefighting equipment has not been opened at all, and it only stays in the era of "a belt and a rope, carrying an empty call to save people".

All the operating ideas are also based on this.

There are even some methods that have been invented, but they can't be popularized at all, because this thing is very troublesome to arrange the venue and protect, and the squadron level is not easy to practice, and it is easy to have accidents.

Practice, also depends on arm strength.

Many things, like this, provide a fulcrum for everyone, so that everyone can rely on their arm strength to let themselves fly.

Therefore, the firefighters in these years have a lot of brute strength, because many things are done by brute force.

"You still have to bring a set of thirty or forty pounds of tent bags?! How to get through? And even if you can climb up, the common people can climb up? ”

Cao Yi was really empty-minded about this aspect, and all he wanted to cross was to tie a belt to a safety hook and hang it on a rope, and climb down with a rope on his feet.

But it's easy to go down, but it's hard to come up.

This inclination, being able to climb up along the rope, the people in the squadron are very difficult, not to mention the common people.

Some reporters are watching, don't make any embarrassing scenes, I'm afraid the gains outweigh the losses.

Fang Huai frowned and looked at Cao Yi: "You really haven't practiced?" Three-rope rescue! ”

"Three ropes?"

Fang Huai suddenly felt that he had nothing to talk to this old Cao, who had not participated in the training for a long time: "You called Assistant He!" ”

……

As soon as the engine throttle sounded, the lighting group connected to the diesel engine exerted force, and the surroundings suddenly brightened.

"Put the engine cover! Don't get drenched in the rain! ”

"Bring the rope!"

"The tent bag is packed separately, and Assistant He and I carry the pole on our backs and the tent on our backs!"

After Fang Huai communicated with He Zhijun, he arranged everywhere.

The camera crew next to the reporter has been holding up the camera for a long time, and the reporter tried to talk to him several times, but he interrupted him.

"Hello, we are..."

"We are in the rescue now, please wait a while."

Fang Huai didn't give her a chance to sign up at all, as soon as she opened her mouth, she would interrupt her, if she was asked to report the name of CCTV, she would still ignore it like this, it would be a bit faceless.

The reporter was a little embarrassed.

But seeing that their preparations were quite complicated, they also became a little interested and began to give the film crew a look.

The camera began to pull back and forth, patting the preparations on this side for a while, while patting the other side.

In the process of recording, the reporter does not need to speak, only needs to ask some questions during the interview, and guide the interviewee to speak.

Fang Huai's side quickly prepared everything, and whispered to He Zhijun again: "Be fast, although the difficulty is not big, but to reflect our speed, it can't be used as rescue, it has to be regarded as training." ”

It is impossible to achieve the speed of training in real rescue, training is to be stuck in seconds, and actual combat is generally relatively slow.

The real core meaning of treating training as actual combat is actually the opposite: it is necessary to regard actual combat as training.

He Zhijun smiled confidently and nodded: "Don't worry, as long as you are fast, I can't slow down!" ”

Fang Huai smiled.

It is worthy of being a resident of major competitions and training camps, and the smell of gunpowder is coming.

Integrating the game into life is also a quality.

Rescue, soon began.

Fang Huai first served as an artificial catapult.

Tie a large stone with a rope.

The stone is small, no, he can't overcome too much wind resistance, and he can't wrap the rope, he is looking for that, more than a dozen catties, such a big stone, if it is not irregular, his hands can't pinch it.

Then the flashlight shook at the opposite side a few times, attracting their eyes, and raised the stone in his hand at them, and then waved to the side to signal them to stand away.

Judging from the phenomenon that some gestures can command various animals in the circus, it may be that sign language is the language that can realize the co-prosperity of the whole universe.

The people over there understood in seconds, and they all moved to the side.

Fang Huai made sure that the rope was rolled up on the ground regularly and would not be knotted, and then holding the stone in his hand, he took a step forward, and his arm was raised violently.

"Let's go! You. ”

The big stone with a rope pulled out a long rainbow, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, looked overwhelming, and smashed into a piece of dirt on the opposite side, but there was no sound.

It's a simple throw, but it's not something ordinary people can do.

The average adult male throws a five-kilogram shot put, and being able to push eight or nine meters is a very good result, and it requires a large sprint distance and throwing technique.

There is only a small platform two or three meters wide here, but there is no such condition.

Fang Huai was just one step, and his technique was not very professional, but the seven or eight kilograms of stones, still with a rope, flew out more than ten meters away.

It belongs to the kind of cow B that is visible to the naked eye.

The cinematography captures the scene with precision.

This scene was created by their interview subject, and this trip was not in vain.

Determining the location of the stone, Fang Huai pointed to the opposite side of the house, and the wall of his hand went around twice in a large circle.

The other side immediately entered the house with the stone in both hands, and found a place to tie the rope.

Judging from the operation of the opposite side that did not untie the rope first, but directly held the stone...

It doesn't seem to be very smart.

Therefore, the moment the rope bridges on both sides were built, Fang Huai still pulled hard to determine the firmness, and then turned around, facing He Zhijun, and whispered with some hesitation:

"You look at the rope for a while, in case the other side is not properly erected and breaks, I have to pull this side and climb back."

He Zhijun wanted to laugh, held back, nodded, put on emergency rescue gloves, and pulled the rope.

Fang Huai hung up the walkie-talkie, carried the tent bag and a large bag with rope, food and water, and padded his feet, and the D-hook hung the belt buckle and rope bridge.

Subsequently... Raised his hand.

Zhang Yang's divine operation on the edge of the cliff has reappeared.

Fang Huai even shook off some Zhang Yang on the mountain with his eyes, and paid tribute to the spirit of "actual combat is training".

Of course, there was no shouting "yes".

Cao Yi and Hao Chengbin next to him were both turning their heads to cover their faces, their backs twitching.

This conspicuous bag, it's too unserious.

He Zhijun shouted at the venue: "Let's go!" ”

With this sound, Fang Huai rose into the air.

Whoosh whoosh...

What flew over?

The eyes of the reporter next to him, who was quite uninformed, widened.

I didn't take a breath, and everyone was in the middle of the rope bridge?

What's going on today?

This speed, in the fire professional rescue force... It shouldn't be an ordinary person...

Right?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, she has seen the rope training of the armed police, if everyone is at this level, with a rope in their hands, what terrain can stop them?

Firefighters are not allowed to be included in the front-line combat units?

What's going on today?

This is CCTV No. 1's "Morning News of the World", not the "Military Documentary" of Channel 7 Military Channel!

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