"This song is dedicated to all the brave warriors who have dreams and aspirations and walk alone in the darkness, and to the heroes who silently dedicate themselves and protect the peace of the world in places without light."
Then, the name of the song appeared on the screen.
"The Lone Warrior" (Lyrics and music by Tang Tian and Qian Lei, sung by Eason Chan)
Tonight, Chen Feng's song "The Lone Warrior" is destined to keep countless people awake. At that time, the sky over China was filled with a biting wind and cold waves, but people's hearts were filled with passion.
Countless fireworks illuminated the sky, creating a series of beautiful scenes.
The danger and intensity of the secondary explosion in Yungang were even greater than the first one, as if the fire dragon was unwilling to accept defeat and was using all its strength to retaliate.
At this moment, the Yungang Third Squadron, with a total of 33 members, 20 of whom had sacrificed their lives, along with the station chief and 13 others, was ready to go.
Their bodies were covered in blood and tears, their faces bruised and exhausted. Today was New Year's Eve, but they had no choice. Fighting the fire was war, and they had to hold their ground.
This team has no instructor because the instructor has sacrificed his life. Just ten hours ago, they were laughing and talking together, but eight hours later, they are separated by death.
"Comrades, the secondary explosion has spread to multiple points. If we cannot stop the fire from continuing to expand, we must rush into the most dangerous fire scene and fight them to the death."
"Moreover, this battle must be won, otherwise, the victory achieved by the thousands of comrades fighting on the front lines of life and death in Yungang City and the hundreds of comrades who sacrificed their lives will be of no use."
"I know you are all exhausted, I know you are all worried and heartbroken, I know you are all in pain, I know that the higher-ups, the country, and the people all know, so the higher-ups almost cried when they gave us the order."
"Life and death are predestined. I hope everyone can come out alive. Now, start counting off."
"Wang Quangui".
"arrive!"
"Chen Youquan!"
"arrive!"
"Ma Yang!"
"arrive!"
......
"Third Company, Thirty-Third Personnel, Station Chief, Song Yan!"
Standing at the front, his eyes blurred with tears, he roared, "Here!"
Song Yan watched as each name he called out was answered, but only a dozen or so people remained standing. Overwhelmed with grief, he had to hold back, for they were firefighters, the people's strong support.
"Third Squadron, all personnel present, ready to depart."
"Before we set off, let's listen to a song. What song is it? Everyone should know Chen Feng. It's the song he just sang on the Spring Festival Gala, called 'The Lone Warrior'."
Song Yan took out his phone and started playing the screen recording.
Chen Feng's voice on the phone was full of encouragement and inspiration, and gradually, it infected the emotions of everyone present.
"Comrades, you sang so well! Who says only those standing in the light are heroes? Who says those stained with impurity aren't heroes? The battlefield lies ahead. Today, we will charge in and defend the front line to the death. Our fate is unknown. Are you all afraid?"
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"
A group of young firefighters, clenching their teeth and fists, shouted loudly, venting their fear one by one. It wasn't that they weren't afraid, but that they couldn't afford to be afraid.
Whoosh... Bang!
The sky was filled with azure fireworks, as if bidding them farewell.
"Attention, safety, cover each other, advance!"
With a loud shout from stationmaster Song Yan, the thirteen men marched forward in unison, their speed increasing rapidly, heading straight for the fire without the slightest hesitation.
Standing behind him, Song Yan's eyes were filled with endless complexity and heartache. He slowly took out his phone and first dialed the squadron's duty room.
"Hello, stationmaster!"
The voice on the phone was filled with excitement, and there was even a hint of crying in it.
"Zhang Wei, if we don't come back, please make sure to deliver the soldiers' last letters and belongings to our families."
"Stationmaster, I beg you, please let me do it too, please let me do it too."
At that moment, Zhang Wei burst into tears in the duty room.
"Twenty have already left, and you guys still want to keep pushing forward, but I'm just hiding in the back watching. My heart aches so much, stationmaster. I'm not afraid of death, please let me join you."
In the fire, Song Yan bit his lip and trembled. He roared, "Zhang Wei, you must remember, if we don't come back, you are the only seed in our squadron. You must take responsibility for the future development of the squadron, train new recruits, and revitalize the squadron's glory."
"Stationmaster..."
"That's an order!"
"Yes... ah... ah..."
The screams and cries on the phone were heart-wrenching. Song Yan hung up the phone, tears streaming down his face. Behind him was a raging fire that had reignited. The chemical storage area, which had not yet caught fire, was also extremely dangerous due to the prolonged high temperatures, and a devastating explosion could occur at any moment.
Song Yan looked at his phone again, swiped to his parents' number, paused for a moment, then swiped past it, and then swiped to his wife's number. After a long while, he opened the photo album, looked at the family photos he had taken with his parents, wife, and son, took a deep breath, turned off his phone, and ran towards the fire.
Boom!
As Song Yan's figure disappeared from the fire, a violent explosion suddenly rang out. The powerful shockwave shattered glass several kilometers away. The enormous explosive force and shockwave created an irresistible blast, and everything exploded in an instant.
The high temperature and pressure caused fragments to shatter and sparks to fly out in large pieces, igniting flames in other areas. Fire dragons meandered and circled in the sky, emitting a piercing sound.
After the explosion, flames raged everywhere. The unexploded containers storing chemicals were riddled with holes and broken marks from the shockwave.
Countless buildings collapsed with a deafening roar; the sheer power of the explosion shocked the world.
This explosion took the lives of countless firefighters and the souls of countless surviving family members. Children lost their fathers, wives lost their husbands, and parents mourned their children's passing.
In the dim light, countless people still bravely charged towards the fire dragon that had devoured countless lives, roaring, "Fight! Fight!"
It's not that they aren't afraid of pain, fatigue, or death.
They are not unloved, without family, or without friends.
They simply put on those clothes, shouldered that responsibility, and did everything in their power to protect the everyday life of ordinary people.
Tonight, on New Year's Eve, firecrackers crackle and fireworks light up the sky, filling the world with joy. Fine wine and delicacies are served, and amidst laughter and merriment, there is a group of people who, like timeless statues, stand guard over the borders of their motherland in the snow and ice.
At this moment, Wang Fugui was lying on the ground, covering the frozen potatoes with his hands. The cold wind blew on his body, causing his eyelashes to freeze. The distance of one kilometer from the outpost had become a long journey that would take Hua Fei three or four hours to travel back and forth.
This place is nothing like the plains; it's all high mountains and snowfields, the weather is extremely harsh, and it's bitterly cold all year round. The soldiers often eat frozen food.
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