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Yu Xiaoye was afraid that he would be separated by the crowd again, so he hugged Zhou Ziheng's waist tightly and used Zhou Ziheng's strength to come to the front of the crowd.
The further you get, the brighter the fire becomes and the hotter the air becomes.
Facing the surging heat wave, Yu Xiaoye finally saw his tall and strong father standing in the front.
In the light of the fire, only half of Dad's trouser legs were burned. One leg was burned unevenly to the knee, and the other leg was burned to the thigh.
However, Yu Jiahui was completely unaware of this and bent down to take the heavy water pipe.
This water pipe was originally used for watering the fields. It is thicker than an adult's arm and very heavy when filled with water.
Yu Jiahui held the front end of the water pipe and shouted:
"Help me lift it up!"
Several people at the back lifted up the water pipe, and Yu Jiahui controlled the pipe to the door of the third warehouse. The glass windows on the door had been blown out by the fire.
Yu Jiahui lifted the nozzle and sprayed water into the house as if he was holding the muzzle of a machine gun.
When Yu Xiaoye saw his father full of energy, he finally felt relieved!
Good job, Dad!
Yu Jiahui didn't know his daughter had come. He was concentrating on fighting the fire, holding the water pipe and letting the water splashing out of the pipe splash on his body.
As long as we control the fire here, we can control the fire in the fourth warehouse.
The fire will not spread to the northernmost factory building, and the property of the repair shop can be preserved to the greatest extent.
The water rushed into the inner room, and a crackling sound came from inside. The smoke became heavier, and the people who were choking started coughing.
Yu Jiahui held his breath and instead of retreating, he took two steps forward.
Zhou Ziheng was a little dazed when he saw this scene. He looked at the scene where Yu Jiahui held the water pipe and sprayed water into the house. It was as if he was hallucinating, as if Yu Jiahui was not holding a water pipe, but a machine gun, and was madly firing at the enemy in front.
For a moment, Zhou Ziheng had the illusion that he was dreaming of returning to the battlefield.
Just at this moment, the roof of the warehouse where the old blacksmith lived, which was the first to catch fire, began to hiss.
No one cared.
Suddenly, the entire burned roof fell down.
Before anyone could hear anything, a scorching wave of air erupted, sending up a shower of sparks that flew in all directions like fireworks.
"ah--"
Sparks fell on someone.
Zhou Ziheng reacted quickly. He noticed the change in the air wave and suddenly pulled his thoughts back from the illusion. He hugged Yu Xiaoye and turned around, facing the direction of the heat wave, blocking the sparks behind him and firmly protecting the person in his arms.
Fortunately, the sparks did not catch fire after they landed on my body, but just left a few holes in my clothes before going out.
But others who were closer to the fire still had their skin burned by the flying sparks.
It was not until this time that everyone truly realized the danger of the fire. They dared not get so close anymore and retreated out of the yard.
Yu Jiahui dragged the water pipe again, approached the first warehouse, and started spraying water inside.
But the power of a water pipe was too weak, Yu Jiahui hurriedly shouted:
"Pull over another hose!"
"Quick, pull the hose again!"
The crowd started moving, looking for new water pipes and pumps.
At this moment, Director Sui of the Wufen Field also squeezed in from the crowd. Seeing that the roof of the warehouse was completely burned, he asked in horror:
"What about the people who live in the house? What happened to the people who live in the house?"
Yu Jiahui cursed:
"Who knows where that old bastard has gone?!"
Director Sui thought the old blacksmith inside was really burned to death, and his face turned yellow all of a sudden.
This old blacksmith is his wife's uncle. He has lived with them for 10 to 20 years. Over the years, they have developed feelings for even an inanimate object, let alone a living person.
When he knew that his uncle had died a violent death, his legs went weak and he almost fell.
When he was panicking, the wife of Director Sui came running over with her hair disheveled. She was horrified when she saw the burnt state of her uncle's room.
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My legs are weak:
"Uncle, uncle! Uncle! Where is my uncle, Lao Sui? How is my uncle?"
Director Sui hugged his wife's shoulders and advised sadly:
"Mother, please think positively——"
The manager's wife was confused for a moment. What does this mean? My uncle is gone?
Then he burst into tears:
"Oh—uncle—my uncle—my poor uncle—"
His legs went limp and he sat down on the ground, crying loudly.
Yu Jiahui listened to the woman's heart-wrenching sobs and was too lazy to explain. Besides, who knew if the old blacksmith had died of drunkenness or been trampled to death? What the hell, just let her cry first! Maybe she would really cry!
Yu Jiahui carried the water pipe and continued to spray water in.
Not long after, another water pipe was pulled over.
Two water pipes are sprayed together, one is responsible for warehouses one and two, and the other is responsible for warehouses three and four.
The flood finally worked, and perhaps because most of the fire had been burned, the fire finally died down.
Fortunately, only these four warehouses were burned and the factory was not affected.
More importantly, there are no casualties so far!!
Seeing that the fire was almost out and the water in the well seemed to have been pumped out, the water flow was much weaker, so Yu Jiahui dropped the water pipe and let it flow freely.
When he turned around, he was soaked and his face was covered in black dust.
Seeing that the fire was almost out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss:
"It's finally out! I was so scared. How could a fire start out of nowhere?"
"That's right, logically speaking, a fire shouldn't have started at this time."
"I wonder if there were any other casualties besides the old blacksmith."
"..."
Yu Jiahui didn't hear the crowd's discussions. He put down the water pipe, turned around, wiped his face with his hand, spat twice, and spit out the ashes in his mouth.
Yu Xiaoye, who was still in shock standing by, saw that the fire was finally out, and then he shouted:
"dad!"
Yu Jiahui looked up and was shocked to see that his daughter had come running over at some point and was standing with Zhou Ziheng.
Seeing his daughter's messy hair soaked with water, it was obvious that she had come a long time ago. Yu Jiahui criticized her gently:
"Ono, what are you doing here? How dangerous is this?"
Yu Xiaoye ignored his father's questioning, ran to him, squatted down to check his father's trouser legs, and asked anxiously:
"Dad, your legs are burned. Is it serious?"
Yu Jiahui then remembered that his legs were burned, and both legs began to hurt:
"It's okay, it's okay. I just burned a few leg hairs. It's no big deal."
Yu Xiaoye touched his father's calf, and when he did, Yu Jiahui couldn't help but hiss.
Still got burned.
Yu Xiaoye stood up and wiped away her tears:
"Dad, let's go to the infirmary!"
Zhou Ziheng witnessed Yu Jiahui's bravery in rushing to the front lines of the fire, regardless of danger, and his calmness in commanding the fire. He was deeply impressed and moved. He gave an order to the person beside him:
"Call the hygienist!"
Yu Jiahui waved his hand:
"It's a minor problem, nothing serious!"
But someone had already gone to call the medical staff in the infirmary.
At this time, all the leaders of the site had gathered at the fire scene and began to inquire about the cause of the fire.
Master Gao from the repair shop, with a sullen face, asked the two educated youths on duty tonight about the situation. The two of them didn't understand what was going on, so they said:
"We didn't know what was going on. We just heard Lao Yu yelling outside that there was a fire, so we came out. When we came out, the fire inside was already burning—"
Then, everyone's eyes and dozens of flashlights turned to Yu Jiahui, illuminating Yu Jiahui's face covered in black ash.
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