He jogged to catch up with the main group.
The large and imposing procession headed towards the source of the fire.
The fire was very close to Baijia Village, and the people of Baijia Village could be seen from afar.
In this life-or-death situation, everyone temporarily put aside their hatred.
Many people from Baijia Village, carrying bundles, were visibly taken aback when they saw the people from Zhangjiapo.
"Are you here to put out a fire? Run! This wildfire can't be put out, run!"
"Everyone in our village has run away. No one's going to put out the fire. Run!"
"Only a fool would go to put out the fire. Anyway, our house won't burn. We can just come back after the fire is over."
The houses in Baijia Village are mostly red brick houses, and there is a river next to them, so a fire there wouldn't have much of an impact. But in Zhangjiapo, most of the houses are thatched huts, and the fields are right next to the forest, so if a fire were to break out, everything would be gone.
Ji Zhi had participated in the firefighting efforts: "If you had acted earlier when the fire was small, the fire would not have grown so big. Moreover, there are many pine trees near your village, and pine wood is highly flammable. Your village would not have been able to be saved at all."
Upon hearing this, the people of Baijia Village were visibly taken aback: "That's what the village chief said; he couldn't possibly be lying to us."
Ji Zhi pointed to the tallest house built in Baijia Village: "Is that your village chief's house? His house is close to the river and there are no trees nearby, so of course it won't burn down on him."
In Baijia Village, an elderly man shook his head helplessly; "The young man is right. I've advised him before, but no one listens to me. Sigh."
He didn't say more than a few words before his family members pulled him back home.
The fire isn't too big right now. If people from several villages work together, the chances of putting it out will be much greater.
Ji Zhi spat and said, "You'll only regret it when the fire starts."
Most of the people in Zhangjiapo were ambitious and eager to put out the fire.
However, a few people who usually liked to cheat and slack off listened to what the people of Baijia Village said.
You only have one life. As long as you're alive, you can always rebuild. Maybe the fire won't burn your own house.
With a glimmer of hope, Ma Ying slowed down and walked to the back of the crowd.
The fire soared into the sky, and scorching waves rushed towards us, spitting out tongues of flame, trying to devour everything.
Ji Zhi had experience in fighting fires. He drew a line with his finger. Zhang Fan tugged at him, but he didn't notice. He shouted, "Cut a 20-meter-wide firebreak from here to there. That way, the fire won't be able to get through."
Just as Zhang Fan was about to speak, he suddenly saw a large group of people carrying tools walking over.
"They are from Dingjia Village."
Dingjiapo is even further away than Zhangjiapo, and they also came to help fight the fire, fearing it would spread.
When the people from the two villages met, the village chief of Dingjia Village and Ji Zhi met, divided the tasks, and then called on their villagers to cut down the firebreak.
The people of Zhangjiapo followed closely behind, carrying tools to cut down trees.
Ji Zhi then realized what was happening and asked in a low voice, "Dr. Zhang, did you call me just now?"
Zhang Fan rubbed his temples helplessly: "This won't work to put out the fire."
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