Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 432 - 305: With History and Tradition

Skin peeling, flesh ripping but never falling behind, bloodshed and sweat dripping but shedding no tears, this is certainly the true portrayal of firefighters during training and combat.

Deng Qikang really wanted to stand up and keep fighting, but seasickness isn’t a wound. He felt dizzy and the world seemed to spin, barely able to stand steadily, he had to leave the frontline even without an injury. The second half of the drill had to be led by the deputy squad leader of Squad One, who hadn’t participated in the water rescue.

It was a poor show to lose to a bunch of amateur firefighters in the first half.

Firefighters who didn’t participate in the water-rescue exercise were determined to make a comeback, full of repressed energy.

Their performance in rapid initial fire suppression was extremely professional, the actions of hose carrying, hose connecting was swift and agile, and the coordination between the nozzles was perfectly in sync.

Even under the leadership of a deputy squad leader, three firefighters went as far as to carry heavy loads while climbing the twenty-two-meter-high tank number two...

However, just as they reached fifteen meters, the crane truck of the Changhang Fire Department’s Binjiang Port squad had already extended its boom arm.

Fang Guoya took to the front lines himself, standing in the crane basket, operating the high-pressure foam cannon, aiming at the top of the tank simulating a fire, using water to spray in place of foam.

Below, Han Yu, Chen Zikun, Zhang Ping, Ma Jintao, and Xiao Gong organized firefighters from the Port Authority’s enterprise fire brigade and the petroleum company’s enterprise fire brigade. They operated high-pressure water cannons and hoses, spraying water towards the "burning" tank and pipelines to cool them down.

The pump on the "rustic fire truck" had more power than the sum of the three fire trucks of the Binjiang Fire Department’s Direct Brigade Squad One. With fire pipelines laid throughout the oil depot, there was a continuous supply of firefighting water.

There were the high-powered pumps and there was water.

It wasn’t one truck with two nozzles, but one truck with one cannon and three nozzles!

Together with the six nozzles just connected by the oil depot firefighters, the entire "burning" tank was suddenly engulfed in a "torrential downpour" in no time.

The four firefighters who climbed halfway up the metal spiral staircase got drenched instantly, looking like a soaked chicken.

Regular training is very important, but when faced with a major fire, equipment becomes even more critical.

Song Jiwei, seeing the situation with great urgency in his heart, pointed at the tank with a worried expression and said, "Director Jing, as you have seen, without advanced equipment, if a major fire really occurs, I can only fill it with the lives of my firefighters!"

Vice Director Jing touched the corner of his mouth, remaining silent for a long while before he finally whispered, "I will submit another request when we get back, and I will report it to Director Chen for you."

"Thank you, Director Jing."

"No need to thank me, this is all for the sake of our work."

Vice Director Jing took a deep breath and turned to say, "Director Zhang, you guys enjoy the shade under the big tree of the Port Authority, especially in terms of firefighting equipment, you are better equipped than the Fire Brigade. In the future, if a fire breaks out elsewhere, we might really need your help in fighting it."

His subordinates had performed admirably, giving Zhang Junyan face, who smiled and said, "Director Jing is unaware that actually Old Tong and Salted Fish had already visited Director Song. Two months ago, our division’s Water Firefighting Team had already connected their radios to the 119 communication command network and had been ready to respond at any moment for two months now."

"Is that so?"

"If you don’t believe me, you can ask Director Song."

Zhang Junyan smiled and added, "In fact, in terms of equipment, our division’s Fire Brigade isn’t as good as Director Song’s team. Even now we are quite destitute. The two rustic fire trucks and the crane truck participating in today’s drill, including the fire rescue boat that didn’t come today, were all borrowed by Salted Fish through every means possible from the Port Authority and the Port Supervision Bureau."

"Borrowed?" Vice Director Jing was skeptical.

"Indeed borrowed. Even the office and training ground of the Water Firefighting Team were borrowed. Recently, we were so busy with the crackdown that Old Jiang and I hadn’t the chance to ask about it. The Water Firefighting Team was established by Salted Fish creating conditions when there were none."

"The young deputy division commander?"

"Mhm."

"Salted Fish... I have some impression, it seems someone mentioned him to me."

Just as Vice Director Jing finished speaking, a police officer from the City Bureau accompanying him couldn’t help but laugh and asked, "Director Zhang, was Comrade Salted Fish previously a policeman at the Linghai Police Bureau?"

Zhang Junyan asked with a smile, "How did you know that?"

"I heard it from someone in the Political Office, it seems like Director Zhou from the Linghai Police Bureau sold a ship to your division and the Port Supervision Bureau, totaling five hundred thousand. Director Zhang, is that true?"

"The Port Supervision Bureau did buy two ships from the Linghai Police Bureau, but how could we possibly buy people? We are not human traffickers. Salted Fish was transferred from the Linghai Police Bureau to us."

Vice Director Jing suddenly remembered who Salted Fish was!

During a Party committee meeting when discussing the cultivation of reserve cadres, Director Chen had spoken with deep regret about this particular "fish".

And thinking of a young man in his early twenties who, within just a few months, relying on the Port Authority and Port Supervision Bureau, had raised a firefighting team not to be underestimated, Vice Director Jing turned around and asked, "Old Peng, with your Water Police Station’s deep connection to the Linghai Police Station, others might not know that Salted Fish is talented, but you and Wang Wenhong should be very clear. How could Zhang’s division get there before you, and how could you let Zhang poach this corner?"

After Salted Fish transferred to Changhang Bureau, Director Chen had asked the same question.

You did not value him when he was within the Binjiang Police System. Only after he left did you realize his worth...

Director Peng muttered to himself, touching his nose with a look of helplessness, "Director Jing, I do know Salted Fish quite well and have wanted to transfer him to our bureau more than once. It’s just that our bureau’s ’temple’ is too small; if we bring him over, we can only make him a squad leader and can’t offer a deputy director position, let alone deputy division commander."

In the local police bureaus, getting promoted to deputy director is too difficult.

People reach for higher places and water flows to lower ones; such a young talent indeed cannot be retained by the Water Police Station.

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