After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 790: 512

The car was gradually approaching its destination.

Guiyang Special Two and Changsha Special One tuned their two-way radios to the same channel, and the cadres from both squadrons were quickly discussing the firefighting equipment they had brought.

"How many fire-fighting suits do you have?"

"We brought 17 suits!"

"Damn, why did you bring so many? We only have 12! In that case, one-two members must wear the fire-fighting suits! We can arrange for 14 guns to get close to the tank area! You deploy eight guns, and we’ll deploy six!

We should mainly attack from one direction, follow the prearranged plan, and carry out comprehensive foam-based firefighting techniques with a high, medium, and low ratio! Everyone else, assist us in laying out the water supply network, mainly ensuring the water supply for our two squadrons!"

Changsha Special One also brought an expensive long-range water supply truck.

At this moment, Fang Huai’s voice came through the two-way radio: "We’ll see about the specific assignments once we get to the scene, but Director Zhang is right, we need to take the assault group, use the multi-tiered attack strategy, and get as close as possible to the explosion zone."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers couldn’t help but do some mental calculations.

With 14 guns, each gun assigned three to four members, half of them would have to join the assault team.

They didn’t consider themselves as miraculous heroes or saviors. On the way there, everyone became aware of the vast scale of the oil field. If a large-scale explosion occurred, it wouldn’t matter if they were ordinary soldiers or elites, they’d all turn to ash.

Several kilometers of roads nearby were controlled by the traffic police, who allowed them to pass; they smoothly drove along the broad road, which seemed like a specially opened channel leading them to their doom. Who wouldn’t be scared?

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Both sides were somewhat praying for each other’s strength.

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7:47 PM.

"Clear!..."

A loud noise followed by a shockwave.

The lead vehicle of the Second Squadron had just reached near the oil depot when a large explosion greeted them.

Another pipeline had blown up.

Along with it, a manhole cover from a drainage pipe also burst open.

Fang Huai, sitting in the lead vehicle, had just arrived and saw a manhole cover shoot up dozens of meters into the air, a red arrow so vivid it seemed like a glimpse of Varus unleashing his ultimate, visible even from outside the gates.

However, the red arrow didn’t explode, but flashes of red light appeared on the ground, followed by several minor explosions.

A burst of flames and chaos.

Fang Huai rolled down the car window. A soldier running to the door relayed messages through his chest-mounted two-way radio.

"Report! Report! There’s a tear in the pipeline on the south side of Tank 103! We can’t hold much longer without reinforcements!"

"The flow rate on the north side has also increased! Regimental commander! Someone just came from the north-side office building reporting that tens of thousands of tons of finished oil are stored inside! If we reach the building, there might be explosions! Can we have the foam guns on North Gate Boulevard come and support?"

"No! The north gate must absolutely not be evacuated! Even if the entire crude oil tank area explodes, we need to protect the finished product oil area behind it!"

Chief Cong’s resolute voice came through.

Fang Huai heard this and understood the situation.

Though he hadn’t been here beforehand, he had looked up the rough map details from the firefighting system using his company’s admin access.

The finished oil area wasn’t the most important.

The most critical areas were the adjacent chemical tanks.

The leadership over the radio seemed to be avoiding causing a panic, not mentioning the chemical area.

Hearing this, Fang Huai knew even the chemical tanks were likely beyond saving now, and the situation was indeed dire. He thought for two seconds, picked up the two-way radio, and said:

"Rear vehicles, turn on all firefighting alarms! Set the volume to maximum!"

"Copy that."

"Copy that!"

"wu...."

As the conversation ended, the sirens of about a dozen vehicles behind them blared, a grand display.

Many eyes turned towards the north gate.

"Reinforcements have arrived! They’re here! Battle Duty Team, clear the equipment on the ground, let them in quickly!"

Chief Cong, standing about 100 meters inside the gate with his two-way radio, shouted.

Fang Huai’s vehicles gradually entered the oil depot area.

As each vehicle drove in, to the eyes of the Dalian Brigade cadres, they all appeared bathed in radiance.

Seventeen foam fire trucks! Rescue vehicles! Aerial platforms! High-spray vehicles! Smoke exhaust vehicles! Ladder trucks!

There was even a long-range water supply vehicle, bigger than theirs!!

Out of 13 vehicles, at least eight or nine could deploy water!

Each vehicle was fully manned!

Chief Cong, counting the vehicles entering the gate, was utterly overjoyed.

But as the lead vehicle approached the command tent set up beside the avenue and Fang Huai jumped down from the vehicle, he saluted Chief Cong with the only red helmet and exclaimed:

"Reporting, sir! Guiyang Special Two and Changsha Special One have come to reinforce! 13 vehicles have arrived! Plus, five water supply vehicles are filling up and will arrive within 20 minutes! 130 members ready! We can deploy eight assault teams with 14 fully equipped close-fire foam guns! I am the leading cadre, Fang Huai! Please assign us the most challenging life-and-death line!"

The voice was thunderous.

The soldiers atop the firefighting trucks vaguely heard Fang Huai’s words, and their adrenaline levels surged.

Fear was the emotion before reaching the fire scene.

But once they arrived here and saw the towering inferno they’d never experienced in their lives, the emotions gradually rising in their hearts were excitement.

Yes! They were national role models! They wanted to go, they wanted to go to the most difficult front lines!

Tears were about to fall from Chief Cong’s eyes.

Since arriving here, the phrase he had heard the most was "can’t hold on anymore."

It was the first time someone had told him they wanted to go to the most challenging life-and-death lines!

Thinking of ways to inspire his soldiers, what he needed most right now was such a force, daring to boast boldly and take on severe challenges!

Saluting solemnly, he roared: "Good! I’ve long heard about your reputation! Chief of Staff! Let the three squadrons of the front development zone brigade prepare to support the reinforcements, then clear the positions right in front of the tank, move to the south and north sides of Tank 103!"