Chapter 482 - 386 - CS_assault

"Are you the person in charge of the factory area? Then please explain the situation."

Upon seeing Fang Huai start to question him, the Fox immediately reverted to his drill instructor demeanor, one hand behind his back, the other pointing at the factory building:

"Right now, the heavy oil in Area 1 is burning. You need to..."

Fang Huai could no longer tolerate it, shoved aside his hand, and said with a bit of authority:

"Hey, hey, straighten up your attitude! You, a person in charge, piled up flammable materials, toxic hazardous chemicals, and explosives all together. Your factory area is burning, and we are here to help you put out the fire, yet you’re giving us assignments?

What’s going on with you?

Just state the situation! We will make our own judgments about what needs to be done! If we must evacuate, we will evacuate! With this pileup situation, if we say we are incapable of handling it and decide to pull out, that’s also perfectly fine!"

With Tianjin right before his eyes and the burning of hazardous materials, Fang Huai was very serious and fully engaged. Fox’s attitude brought back bad memories for Fang Huai, so naturally, he wasn’t going to be amiable.

People around couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha..."

Some had already started to laugh in the same way.

Damn, that’s satisfying!

The BJ Team drivers coordinated by the Ministry, Chongqing Team’s logistics personnel, and even Hu Peizhou struggled to hold back their laughter.

"You..." The Fox was taken aback.

At that moment, he deeply regretted setting such a tricky exercise.

But this tested the skill of meticulous dissection; the setup of this factory area required careful cutting along the seams to find a way to survive. Any carelessness could cause the blade to chip and break.

At first, he thought about involving seven or eight different hazardous chemicals.

But later, Hu Peizhou vetoed that idea, saying it shouldn’t be too complicated as it makes it hard to find a way out, yet it still needed to include all possible dangers.

The Fox sighed: "Alright, comrade! Over here..."

Fang Huai waved his hand again, his voice cold: "Don’t call me comrade. With your factory’s violation of storing hazardous chemicals, you, as a person in charge, are very likely to end up in prison. We don’t address convicts as comrades."

Those surrounding him couldn’t stop laughing.

Such an awesome sense of role-playing!

"Officer! Enough, right?" The Fox was close to losing his cool.

"Hmm." Though the title was not correct, Fang Huai didn’t nitpick further, and slowly nodded his head, speaking with an air of authority:

"State the situation, and speak the truth."

The Fox suddenly felt as if he was confessing his crimes at a police station and really wanted to shout "I’ve been wronged by the government."

His voice began to lack confidence.

"This... Area 1 stores a large quantity of heavy oil."

Fang Huai interrupted again: "How much?"

"...Half the warehouse."

"Is a ’warehouse’ a unit of measurement? Why not say a ’pair of pants full of heavy oil’?"

The Fox cursed internally.

Damn, I wasn’t prepared for this! Describing the fire should have been enough; why ask so many details?

"...150 tons!"

"Un-watered heavy oil?"

"...Yes."

Damn it, 150 tons.

Heavy oil, the residue after extracting gasoline and diesel from crude oil, also known as fuel oil, looks like asphalt, is very sticky, generates a lot of heat, and burns for a long time. Because of its form, burning heavy oil requires a special engine, which is cost-effective.

It’s not that light oil is unaffordable, but heavy oil is more cost-effective.

The Liaoning Ship burns heavy oil, consuming an average of 25 tons per hour when in motion.

This one warehouse could fuel the Liaoning Ship for six hours.

"How far has the fire spread?"

The Fox gradually starting to get into character as well, pointed inside and said:

"Officer, as you can see, the fire has spread outside of the heavy oil storage!"

"How is Warehouse No. 123 divided?"

"Enter the door and on the right, the second floor, that’s the heavy oil storage area, next to it is potassium cyanide! Across from it, on the left side of the second floor, is trimethyl borate!"

Fang Huai stopped talking and turned to walk out of the factory gate.

In fact, the factory gate was right next to the building. Everyone was listening to the conversation inside; there was a long marked line on the ground leading from the building door to the factory gate, beside it was written 400m, indicating that it was not a short distance.

It belongs to the rules of heaven and earth; one step can cover dozens of meters.

When Fang Huai came out, the factory area was already deserted. Logistics personnel had been driven far away in a retaliatory fashion, while the combatants were all at the gate.

Once Number 1 came out, everyone immediately formed a large circle around him.

"What’s the verdict?"

Fang Huai looked around and frowned: "Where’s the protective gear? Aren’t there three sets?"

Number 20 smiled, pushing people aside to reveal a pile of large boxes on the ground.

Protective suits, thermal insulating fire-fighting suits, all here.

"We were waiting for you to give the orders!"

Fang Huai, seeing everyone waiting for his command, felt a warmth in his heart.

"Good! Then let’s have a beautiful battle today! The past two periods and the upcoming period will certainly include this exercise. If we’re doing this, we should do it best!"

"Good!" The surrounding soldiers roared in response.

The morale soared.

Even Li Kui said, "Ahem! I can also join the battle, huh!"

Lin Chong said nothing, but he moved a little bit forward.

Fang Huai didn’t reply but asked instead,

"Those who have served as Squadron assistants and platoon leaders in the Squadron, raise your hands!"

Over a dozen hands shot up.

"Grassroots cadres with more than three years of leading experience, raise your hands!"

A non-commissioned officer said, "I’m acting as the interim Squadron Leader! Does that count?"

Damn, a non-commissioned officer acting as a Squadron Leader!

"Yes!"

Five more hands went up.

A small team, and at least twenty powerhouse figures from various Squadrons.

No wonder it’s so hard to lure people away; they’re all top dogs in their own Squadrons. Who would want to come to Second Squadron and be the underling?

Fang Huai smacked his lips inwardly, suddenly realizing: With the situation as it is, he might have to pull some strings to preserve Squad Leader Hao’s position as the acting platoon leader.

Moreover, there needs to be a focus on nurturing new officers. These seasoned non-commissioned officers had all held "high positions" in the past. Bringing in too many might spark a period of insubordination.

Without him in the team, it would be impossible to maintain authority.

Fang Huai looked around and announced,

"There are too many of you! Discuss it among yourselves and keep twelve with experience in chemical firefighting!

There’s a fire hydrant by the gate on the roadside. Three individuals will form a decontamination team, using that fire hydrant to wash down vehicles and personnel with large quantities of water.

Two people will form an observation team. Establish a separate frequency on the two-way radio with the driver, and find a vantage point to observe the fire situation. If there’s an emergency, notify the driver to sound the horn continuously!

Five people will form a command team! Be prepared for any emergencies, organizing support and a general assault! During the organizing process, you must adhere to the principles of centralizing the collection and use of firefighting forces. The main attack direction must ensure a dominance of firefighting power. If there’s a sudden flare-up, switch to a defensive position immediately to provide a retreat space for others!

Two will form a detection team, using toxic gas monitors to continually check the air at the factory entrance!

Numbers 20, 11, and 3, put on your chemical suits and enter the site with me. Get another four people, equip them with four fire-fighting suits as the second echelon!

Everyone else, position two vehicles and two main lines at the open space in front of the factory building to set up a water gun position. Prepare six foam guns to encircle and suppress the fire at the factory entrance!

If the supply vehicle runs out of water, use the decontamination hydrant for water supply!

All teams, move quickly to your designated positions. In five minutes, use foam at the gate to cover us extensively as we enter the fire scene!"

With commands of "Yes," everyone sprang into action.

Inside, Fox heard the plan and laughed,

"The command isn’t bad, and it’s quite comprehensive; I just wonder how he’ll handle sudden situations?"

Hu Peizhou turned his head and said, "Want to know? Why not just test it? Have them add fuel inside, get someone to bring over a couple of barrels of gasoline, stoke the fire for him, and stir up the guys inside."

On hearing this, Fox looked at the factory building again and expressed concern,

"Wouldn’t it be too disruptive? This is during the pre-Olympics period..."

Hu Peizhou smiled, "The location arranged by the leadership has been reported. This factory building is going to be demolished soon. Go ahead and stir things up; our game is all about reality."

...

Five minutes later.

The four reached into the equipment box and took out all the necessary internal attack gear, stuffed it all into backpacks, and stood in front of the factory entrance. The surrounding foam guns had already started covering the oil fire on the ground.

The fire inside seemed to grow larger, with plumes of black smoke and several-meter-high flames surging outward from the smoke.

It was just like the burning of Chibi from "Three Kingdoms."

"Huff... Huff..."

The breathing apparatus for the four was activated; Fang Huai could hear nothing but his own breathing. Seeing his companions poised to charge, he loudly reminded them,

"The ground is covered in oil! Walk slowly when you move! Don’t splash the oil on yourself, and definitely don’t fall over!

The chemical suits only offer some flame resistance, not insulation!

Foam gun operators, you must keep up. If we get splashed with burning oil, you must cover us with foam as fast as possible!"

The second-level chemical suits they were wearing were not only insulating but also very stuffy. By the time they waited a few minutes for the foam to surge near the fire source, they were already sweating.

After Fang Huai’s shout, the three looked at the ground and gave up their initial sprinting stance.

"Go!"

Once the foam surge came along, Fang Huai immediately waved his hand and followed the foam inward.

The fire at the factory entrance was clearly caused by splashed gasoline, an oil fire.

If there’s too much gasoline, such a fire must be tightly covered with high-expansion foam over the entire burning area. Otherwise, once the foam is dispelled by stepping on it, gasoline can ignite in the space created by lifting a foot.

The foam operators behind him were clever, first accumulating a large pile of foam on the ground and then using the water pressure to push that large pile of foam forward, creating a substantial foam-covered area ahead of their path into the factory.

But the gasoline splashing was pretty aggressive; even as they pushed forward over several meters, large patches of flames still charged towards their faces, forcing them all to lower their heads.

Fang Huai lifted the walkie-talkie and shouted, "The foam is too thin! Increase the mixture ratio! It has to reach a complete snow-like state!"

"Received."

As he entered the factory, Fang Huai was stunned for a moment.

Damn.

This looks all too familiar.

Entering the factory gate, the elevated platforms on both sides gradually sloped down, and there were second-floor levels with circular walkways.

Apart from looking a bit older, if not for a bunch of pipes and containers, it would have been the same.

The scene reflected in reality made Fang Huai uncontrollably crave to press the spacebar and jump twice.

Damn it, whose warehouse is this that they can burn it down like this?

Don’t they have any sense of economy?

Isn’t this a perfect replica of the classic map that started with CS 1.5, the White House warehouse?

cs_assault!

Wouldn’t this place make a fortune as a CS battle base?