Fire fighting

"on fire!"

Hearing this, Yan Qing felt as if an electric current passed through his ears. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the room. Many people outside the garden approached the scene of the fire, as if they wanted to watch the excitement.

He followed the flow of people to look not far away, and froze on the spot as if he had lost his soul.

A unit building was lit up by fire, like a man-eating monster baring its teeth and claws in the night. The fire spread everywhere, the walls burned until they were scorched black, and the bricks and tiles peeled off into powder.

Yan Qing frantically took out his mobile phone, and immediately made a WeChat voice call.

The other side didn't answer for a long time, every drumbeat of the bell seemed to hit my heart, soul-stirring and soul-stirring.

"Bebe, answer the phone."

With a beep, the other party answered.

"Baby! How are you? Are you hurt?"

"Brother Yan Qing, I just woke up, the window is so bright, it seems to be on fire."

Judging from his tone, he should be fine. It seems that the source of the fire is not at Beibei's house, so Yan Qing heaved a sigh of relief.

"Listen to brother, now put the quilt on your body immediately, then go to the bathroom, wet the towel with water, get a little more, cover your mouth and nose, open the door and go downstairs, squat down when you go downstairs, and move quickly, Did you hear that?"

Yan Qing's tone was very intense, he even repeated it many times, just for Beibei to hear.

Bei Bei trusted him very much and did so.

But when Yan Qing thought about it, he always felt that something was wrong. He remembered that Beibei said that he lived on the sixth floor.

And the sixth floor is the top floor.

Explain that the fire source is below.

His nerves were stimulated in an instant, and he immediately shouted: "Wait, don't open the door yet!"

Beibei was obviously stunned.

Yan Qing said again: "Go and feel the door to see if it's hot. If it's hot, don't open the door!"

"Oh," Beibei walked to the door, and it was really hot when he touched it, "It's hot, very hot."

Wencheng's old house has a history of several decades, and there is no refuge floor, let alone a fire exit.

Yan Qing took a breath of cold air: "Go and pull down the electric switch, turn off the gas valve, take a basin of cold water, pour it on the door vigorously, then go to the balcony on the side where you can't see the fire, put on a quilt, squat in the corner, don't mess around move."

"Okay." Beibei followed his instructions step by step. After a set of procedures was completed, 5 minutes had passed.

It wasn't until the end that he whispered, "Brother Yan Qing, I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the firefighters have already dispatched, and they will be here soon, as soon as you see them, wave your hand, so that they can rescue you," Yan Qing said repeatedly, "Don't you want a teddy bear, wait You are out of danger, my brother will give you a treat, so that you will not be afraid to sleep in the future."

Holding the phone, Beibei said "hmm", then he shook his head again, pouted and said, "Brother Yanqing, I don't want your gift, you should save the money for your illness."

Yan Qing couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart: "Silly baby, my brother's illness is almost cured, if you feel that the bear you bought is too expensive and you are embarrassed to accept it, then brother will make one for you, okay?"

"Okay." Beibei finally agreed.

In order not to scare Beibei, Yan Qing didn't hang up the phone, he ran all the way to the vicinity of the apartment building with the flow of people.

The black smoke billowed, the flames soared into the sky, and the flying flames rustled down. No one dared to approach this place, and this place became the closest place to hell.

"Brother Yan Qing, haven't the firefighters come yet?"

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

There are not only children's voices in the earpiece, but also burning noises.

Just listening to the sound and not watching the fire, Yan Qing could feel the warmth rushing to his face.

He kept comforting, but his heart couldn't settle down, the crackling sound was endless, as if firecrackers were lit, even if he stood far away, he could smell the burning smell.

Some people in the crowd exclaimed, some were anxious, some regretted, and some cried.

Despair spreads like a flame, leaving only ashes wherever it goes.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a long and far-reaching flute sounded from a distance. Yan Qing raised his head and saw four or five red fire trucks cutting through the night and coming at the fastest speed.The cars lined up one by one, strung together in a line, drawing the most eye-catching colors in the breeze and bright moon.

The crowd of onlookers raised their heads and saw hope.

"Look! The savior is coming!"

The car stopped in front of the building, and the firefighters in dark blue clothes did not stop for a second. They performed their duties, pulled up the cordon, set up the roof ladder, connected the high-pressure water gun, and prepared to enter the scene to rescue people. Everything was going on at the same time.

"Beibei! The firefighters are here! Just hold on, and you'll be out soon!"

The scene was noisy, and Yan Qing shouted with his mobile phone in his arms. He got into the first row from the gap between the crowd, stood on tiptoe, poked his head out, and looked inward, left and right.

He found the familiar firefighter.

Although everyone wears the same clothes, Xiang Rong always has a unique aura, so that Yan Qing can see at a glance that he is wearing a fire shield and heat-insulating clothing. Run towards the fire.

Yan Qing stood where he was, watching Xiang Rong's back disappear into the raging flames.

Even though he knew that Xiang Rong was going to save people, his heart still sank in his stomach. Although everyone around him was cheering, thinking that victory was coming, Yan Qing couldn't be happy at all.

He even had selfish intentions, he didn't want Xiang Rong to be too brave, he didn't want him to rush to the front, he was afraid that he would be caught in a prison, he was in a dilemma, and he was even more afraid of accidents and heroic sacrifices.

But Yan Qing knew that it was useless to think wildly, so he could only pray secretly.

Pray that Beibei is okay, that all the people have been evacuated, that the strong wind will not help the fire, and that the fire can be brought under control.

I pray that Xiang Rong can return triumphantly and return safely.

Inside the building, the fire rolled down the stairs, and firefighters knocked on doors from door to door to guide the trapped people to evacuate the scene.

There was a squeak of radio waves from the explosion-proof walkie-talkie: "Call the ambulance team, call the ambulance team, a child was found trapped on the balcony on the top floor, please arrange personnel to rescue immediately."

"The ambulance team received it." Xiang Rong replied.

The black smoke piled up, and Xiang Rong was the first to reach the sixth floor with a fire extinguisher in his arms. After extinguishing the fire outside the door, he slammed into the anti-theft door that was about to burn and deformed.

He pushed the door open and ran to the window sill without stopping.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

Xiang Rong picked up the child who was squatting on the ground, took off the fire mask and put it on Beibei's head. He was about to go back the same way when he heard a bang, and the stairs were once again engulfed in flames.

Since this road is blocked, we can only go outside.

"Call the on-site command. The top floor corridor is suspected to be on fire again. Now we can only slide down from the wall on the non-fire side."

"Received, the fire extinguishing team, please send someone to cover the ambulance team to slide down."

Xiang Rong tied the rope he carried with him and Beibei, and hung one end of it firmly inside the door, saying in a serious tone, "Close your eyes."

Beibei was very obedient, buried her head on Xiang Rong's neck, closed her eyes, and retracted into her arms.

Xiang Rong climbed over the railing, hugged the child tightly with one hand, grabbed the rope with the other, stepped on the pipe with both feet, and slid down steadily like a spider climbing a wall.

Within half a minute, it landed safely.

"Are you injured?" Xiang Rong asked.

Beibei shook her head and said "no", and returned the mask to Xiang Rong.

Another instruction came from the explosion-proof intercom: "There are no trapped people in the building."

Next is the work of the firefighting team.

Xiang Rong carried Beibei into the crowd, and saw the person facing him at a glance.

The child in his arms kicked his legs happily: "Brother Yan Qing!"

Yan Qing looked worried, and rushed forward in disbelief, his eyes were full of night, and there were a few fires in his pupils.

Xiang Rong stopped in front of him, smiled smartly, stretched out his hand to pinch Yan Qing's side face, his voice was still gentle and moving.

"Aren't you sleeping so late?"

Just as Yan Qing was about to speak, another command came from the walkie-talkie on Xiang Rong's chest.

"Call the on-site command, and the fire source is basically locked in the kitchen on the fourth floor. It should be that the gas tank did not install a pressure reducing valve in accordance with the regulations. The leak caused a fire. It must be transferred to a safe area for low-temperature disposal immediately."

Perhaps the fire was too violent, and the intercom was intermittent, and the command's answer could not be heard.

"Call the on-site commander, call the on-site commander, and if you don't send someone to deal with it urgently, there may be a danger of explosion."

explosion.

Yan Qing's face was pale.

Although he knew that there was no time to delay, he still heard Xiang Rong's resolute answer.

"I'll transfer."

Yan Qing was taken aback, Yu Gong, he had no right to stop Xiang Rong, and Yu Qing, he didn't want Xiang Rong to be in danger again.

Personality still prevailed over justice, he stretched out his hand, trying to grab Xiang Rong's wrist, he wanted to stop Xiang Rong, and begged him to stay here.

But his speed was still a step slower.

Xiang Rong didn't see the raised hand, turned around and ran towards the fire again, before disappearing from sight.

The wind came too unluckily, and sparks appeared in the place that had just been extinguished. The wind helped the fire, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and the choking black mist rolled in, causing the smoke to be as high as the sky.

The fire extinguishing work was still going on, water guns were sprayed from all directions, and all the people in the building were evacuated, except Xiang Rong.

He took on the most important responsibility of the audience.

"Brother Yan Qing, do you know him?" Beibei tugged at the corner of Yan Qing's clothes.

Yan Qing fixed his eyes on the only exit, and said in a concentrated voice: "I know, he is the hero of Lucheng."

Heroes don't fall from the sky, heroes always stand up.

The fire is still not under control, and the cordon has been pushed farther and farther away. Everyone onlookers is retreating. They know that an unknown explosion is coming, sooner or later.

The firefighters next to him were also asking, "Is Xiang Rong out yet?"

"I don't know, I can't contact him."

It took 10 minutes to enter, and Yan Qing waited in a panic. Although the fire was not in front of his eyes, his forehead and palms were covered with sweat.

Brother Xiang Rong, come out quickly...

I beg you……

The fire is like a monster, and the place licked by the tongue is reduced to crumbs.

There was also a lot of doubt in the crowd.

"With such a big fire, people will disappear as soon as they enter."

"It can't be done, I guess the firefighter just had enough."

"How can the gas tank be carried by one person? I don't know who was so careless and killed him."

Yan Qing's face was gloomy, and his eyes lost their light.

"There is a sound, there is a sound from the walkie-talkie!" The firefighter next to him shouted, "Xiang Rong! Please answer if you hear it!"

But there was only the harsh sound of electric current inside, and there was no answer.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the firelight.

A man with a gas tank on his shoulder bursts out of the fire.

There are still dots of flames on his clothes, and the gas tank is also smoking.

Xiang Rong rushed to the river with all his strength, and threw the gas tank into Shenjiang without saying a word.

The moment it fell, the gas tank exploded, blowing the water into a fountain.

The onlookers exclaimed loudly, some clapped their hands, and praised over and over again.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qing almost forgot to breathe.

Due to being too tired, Xiang Rong fell to the ground with his head up.

The fire fighters rushed forward immediately, extinguished the embers on his body, took off his fire mask, and fanned him with water.

Yan Qing got into the warning line, but was stopped by the security team. He tried his best to break through the barrier, pushed away the obstructing personnel, and ran towards Xiang Rong.

Staggering under his feet, he fell not far away. He didn't look at the aching knee, but looked at Xiang Rong who was full of exhaustion. The stripped soul returned to its place in an instant, and his body trembled slightly, but he had strength in his heart. The ashes were swept away by the wind, only a pair of eyes soaked in sorrow, brewing mist.

Xiang Rong took a big breath, his chest heaved violently, there were streaks of black dust on his face, and water could come out of his shirt.

He heard the voice, opened his eyes slightly, and saw the person he most wanted to see.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth, and everything is spring.

Yan Qing took two steps forward, embraced Xiang Rong who was lying on the ground with both hands, and buried his cheek in his heart.

"Brother Xiang Rong..."

His voice was hoarse, but he spoke clearly.

Xiang Rong also raised one hand and hugged him, even though he was exhausted to the point of collapse, he managed to make a joke.

"I told you before that I am omnipotent, but you still don't believe it."

Yan Qing choked up, he was afraid, trembling all over: "I, I thought..."

Unable to continue, Xiang Rong still comforted: "I promised to take you out to play tomorrow, how could I break my promise?"

Yan Qing couldn't bear it anymore, tears flowed silently.

The cool night is like water, dousing the sky-high flames.