hello fireman

Chapter 107 Accident Rescue
late at night.

Mi Guo took the bus back to the city. The bus had just entered Kumho District, but was blocked at the intersection of Liuhe and could not move.

This road section is relatively remote, and in addition to missing the evening peak, traffic jams rarely occur.

The bus captain opened the window to look forward, and after a while, he explained to the passengers who were getting restless: "It is probably a traffic accident, and it seems that they have already blocked the viaduct!"

Passengers looked out of the car windows one after another when they heard that they had reached the elevated highway.

In the distance, the streamlined lights above the high-rise residential buildings in the central area of ​​Kumho District, Financial Street, and major commercial buildings on Kumho Road, and the long dragon-like car lights on the elevated road merge into the city's landscape.

It's a pity that those who urgently need to go home are not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

Most of the people in the car are workers or white-collar workers who are off the night shift. They look at their watches and find that they can’t keep up with the nearby subway. Not just time, but also their overdrawn physical strength.

So, everyone resigned to their fate and waited.

Mi Guo couldn't help it either, even though her heart had been stuck in her throat since eight o'clock, she didn't dare to call Mama Mi, she was afraid that her IQ would not be able to compete with Mama Mi's old ginger.

Old Jiang is the nickname given to his wife by Papa Mi.

Old ginger, commonly known as ginger mother, has thick skin, firm flesh, and strong spicy flavor. It usually describes those older people who can quickly solve problems in work and life.

Mother Mi is a representative figure of this type of old ginger.

Otherwise, the three treasures of the Mi family would not be tamed by her.

Mi Guo rubbed her face, shook her head violently, while shaking off her tiredness, she also shook off the lingering uneasiness in her heart.

At this time, a rapid and sharp siren sounded.

"Whoa - whoa - whoa -"

All looked towards the emergency lane to the right of the windows.

I saw a few fire rescue vehicles with double flashing lights and sirens on, quickly shuttled out of the car formation, and drove towards this side.

"It's broken!" The bus captain pointed at the private cars occupying the emergency lane ahead, and scolded: "These drivers are too unconscious! The emergency lane on the circle line is a life-saving way. Wouldn't they delay the big thing by occupying it!"

It's really delayed.

At about 10:8 p.m., a serious traffic accident occurred on the Kumho Viaduct.A speeding container truck lost control when turning. After hitting two vehicles on two auxiliary roads, it hit three vehicles on five main roads. A blue taxi, in the end, caused another car to collide with the taxi.

The catastrophe happened in an instant. .

At about 10:10, the special service squadron received the police and immediately dispatched rescue.

Yue Tingchuan, who had just returned from the scene of rescue of those who committed suicide by jumping from a building, boarded the car again and rushed to the accident site without even taking a drink of saliva.

Along the way, there was a lot of traffic, serious traffic jams, and it was difficult to move forward.

When the rescue vehicle reached the intersection of Liuhe, the emergency lane ahead was completely blocked.

"Captain, I can't make it through!"

Soldier Zhang Qun poked his head out of the cab, looked at the road ahead, and reported to Yue Tingchuan.

Yue Tingchuan had already seen it. He frowned, thought for two seconds, and used the walkie-talkie to contact the traffic police at the scene. After learning that the traffic could not be cleared for the time being, he looked at his watch and ordered decisively, "Unload the equipment and run over!"

As soon as the order came out, all the firefighters got off the car immediately except the driver who stayed behind.

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Mi Guo lay on the window glass, looked at the fire truck with flashing police lights more than ten meters behind the bus, and suddenly stopped moving.

With a sense of justice, the captain simply opened the car door and got out of the car to check the situation.

After a while, he jumped into the car panting, and said to the passengers: "There is an accident on the elevated road, and the firefighters are running over with their equipment on their backs!"

"Ah? Run over there!!" It's at least three or four kilometers from here to the elevated road, and it goes uphill slowly all the way. Ordinary people feel tired walking empty-handed, let alone running with a heavy load.

"Firefighters are awesome!"

"They're amazing. I've seen them put out fires with my own eyes. They rushed into such a big flame without saying a word!"

"Look, they're coming!" The driver pointed in the direction and immediately sat back in the driver's seat. He turned on the headlights in order to better illuminate the road ahead.

Mi Guo stared at the car window and saw a team of firefighters running towards them carrying equipment.

They were really running. Although they carried their shoulders and hands, the team was still uniform.

Soon, those backlit firefighters arrived in front of the bus, and they rushed over without squinting. Miguo secretly clenched his fists, feeling that at this moment, his little emotions before had become insignificant.

Seeing them stepping neatly through the long queue of cars, the last glimpse of their backs looked tall and mighty. .

and many more!

She stood up suddenly!
The one who just passed, the one who passed, why is that figure so familiar!

The captain was also very excited, standing by the door and shouting, "Firefighters! You guys are doing a great job!"

The nearby vehicles turned on their lights one after another to illuminate the road ahead for them. Some drivers and passengers, in addition to praising them, got out of the car and applauded them.

The driver was about to retreat to close the door, but he heard someone calling him: "Car leader, I want to get down!"

The driver turned his head and saw a young girl with a round face, looking forward anxiously.

"Okay! Then slow down!" The driver just got out of the way, and the girl jumped out of the car with a stride. Before he reminded her to be careful, the girl had already run away.

"There must be something urgent!" The driver shook his head.

Running with weight is a compulsory course for every firefighter.The Special Service Squadron is a special force in the fire brigade, so the usual training is much more stringent than that of ordinary squadrons. The most common thing is to climb the 70th floor of the stairs with a load of 10 catties per person, and the time must be stuck within 1 minute.

In summer, the team members are afraid of heatstroke, and usually this kind of weight-bearing training that will consume a lot of energy will be reduced. However, Yue Tingchuan broke the training routine. Since the beginning of summer, he has arranged "extra meals" for the team members almost every day to protect the firefighters. Physically stable.

But this time the load was different.

"Hoo hoo!" The heavy panting sound came from a distance of less than one meter between the cars.

It is different from the usual focus when climbing the ladder with a heavy load. In addition, running such a long distance is not a straight line, so even the squad leaders who are at the top of the squadron in their usual training results also feel strenuous.

Yue Tingchuan carried the heaviest hydraulic pump in the Holmatro rescue kit and ran last.

"Captain, I'll switch with you!" Wang Fuxiang slowed down and handed the ejector rod, which was the lightest among the demolition tools, but also weighed 25 kilograms, to Yue Tingchuan.

"No need! Keep the formation!" Yue Tingchuan said in a deep voice.

"It's too heavy, Captain, your shoulder..." Wang Fuxiang begged in a low voice, he knew that Yue Tingchuan had accidentally strained his shoulder when he rescued the man who committed suicide by jumping off a building just now.

"Whispering!" Yue Tingchuan frowned, and gave Wang Fuxiang a hard look.

Wang Fuxiang shrank his neck, not daring to say any more.

A set of demolition equipment consists of 6 sets of hydraulic pumps, expansion pliers, cutters, ejector rods, multi-function cutters, and universal cutters, plus 2 rolls of 3-meter-long hydraulic air pipes. The weight of the pump is more than 40 catties, the lighter cutter weighs 34 catties, and the lightest ejector rod weighs 25 catties.

I have encountered this kind of foot rescue situation in the past, but every few hundred meters, the fighter carrying the jack will change with the fighter carrying the hydraulic pump, just like a relay race, reducing the burden on the fighters.

Yue Tingchuan didn't give others a chance. On the one hand, it was backed by his strong military quality. On the other hand, the most important reason was that he wanted to race against death with the fastest speed and give the injured more chances of survival.

Just as Wang Fuxiang was worried, halfway through the run, his shoulder injury broke out, and the hydraulic pump, which was not a big deal at first, was now like a mountain, pressing heavily on his body.

His shoulder was in hot pain, he frowned, and countless drops of sweat fell instantly, but his footsteps were still as steady and powerful as before, without any slack.

He gritted his teeth and insisted that the distance from the accident site was only 500 meters away.

Nine strong men form a line in a sea of ​​cars, racing against death and relaying life.

"Yue Tingchuan——" Suddenly, a rush of footsteps mixed with the same panting sounded from behind Yue Tingchuan. .

Yue Tingchuan paused slightly, but it was really inconvenient for him to turn around, so he asked without looking back, "Who are you?"

The voice was inexplicably familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it right now.

"It's me! Miguo!" With a crisp introduction, a petite shadow came out from behind and stood at a 45-degree angle in front of him to the left, just enough for him to see her face through the light.

Yue Tingchuan's eyelids twitched, "Why is it you!"

Mi Guo was also very happy, and followed the familiar figure all the way up the elevated highway, and finally caught up.Fortunately, it was him, otherwise, she would be ashamed right now.

While chasing Yue Tingchuan's footsteps, she waved her hand and gestured: "I saw a back on the bus looking at you, so I tried to catch up. I didn't expect it to be you, Yue Tingchuan!"

The 9-person group was obviously messed up, especially at the end, starting from Wang Fuxiang.

Yue Tingchuan glanced ahead.

"I called the police." He explained.

"I know, the driver said there was a traffic accident ahead." Mi Guo was still running with him.

"Why do you take the bus from here? The company has an event?" Yue Tingchuan knew that Ye Mei's company was not nearby.

Miguo panted and waved his hands, "I'm back to work in the funeral home. I worked overtime today, so I came back late."

Yue Tingchuan paused, then followed the team again.

"You went back."

This sentence is not like an interrogative sentence, but more like an affirmative sentence.

"Ah, I..." Before Mi Guo finished speaking, he saw Yue Tingchuan's body tilted and his feet staggered suddenly.

"Yue Tingchuan—" she exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)