Chapter 133: Motorized infantry actually has motorcycles!

An abnormal change suddenly occurred, and the situation developed very quickly.

Zhang Wenbin didn't even have time to figure out what was happening before he saw Lu Yang chase out.

Especially, when he saw a wall of fire suddenly rise up and Lu Yang just slammed straight into it, he was so frightened he almost couldn't keep his balance.

As a firefighter, he knew very well how high the temperature of such a fire wall could be.

If it were just a thin layer, that would be fine, but if it had any thickness...

In just that short a second, it could cause extensive burns.

Moreover, Lu Yang wasn't wearing any protective gear; if the fire caught him, he would instantly turn into a huge fireball!

There was no fire extinguisher, no bottled water at the scene; if it really caught fire, he would have no way to put it out!

"Lu Yang, Lu Yang, how are you?!"

Zhang Wenbin limped over that way.

But the area where gasoline had been splashed quickly ignited into a fire dragon, blocking his way.

At this moment, Zhang Wenbin was anxious as fire, on one hand worrying about Lu Yang's safety, and on the other hand because the fire had come too suddenly.

This area is located at the North Wind Opening; previously it had not been reached by the mountain fire, but if we let the flames rage here, it would very likely burn all our previous work to ashes.

In other words, the firefighting work that could have been finished in a day or more might now last two or three days, or even longer.

And those places they had painstakingly extinguished would also likely reignite.

Especially the tree trunks and branches that had previously undergone incomplete combustion would become the best accelerant.

Zhang Wenbin was now caught between a rock and a hard place; he both wanted to rush over to check on Lu Yang's condition and wanted to hurry back up the mountain to inform the squad leader and the others.

He gritted his teeth and ultimately chose to first go find Lu Yang, just as he had painstakingly used fresh branches to beat the flames on the ground, preparing to carve out a path to go see Lu Yang's condition.

A combat boot stepped on a branch, and someone walked up from the opposite direction; raising his head, he saw that the person was Lu Yang.

But he was now in a worse state than before, with several places on his clothes and pants smoking and giving off a nasty burnt smell.

Even half of his eyebrows had been singed off by the flames, making him look quite strange.

Lu Yang was carrying on his shoulder a man in his thirties, with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"This is......"

Lu Yang tossed the guy aside like trash, throwing him to the ground.

He then also threw the damaged plastic bucket onto the ground.

Before Zhang Wenbin could ask him what had happened, firefighters from up the mountain had already rushed over upon hearing the news.

"What is going on? What happened? Why did it catch fire again?"

"He hit me, the soldier hit me, save me, save me... waa waa waa!"

Before Lu Yang could even speak to explain, the man on the ground instead turned the tables and accused him.

Furious, he grabbed the man's head and slammed it into the ground, also making him eat a mouthful of dirt.

After being beaten, the guy immediately became obedient, shrinking to the ground and daring not to move.

"Really, this bastard deserves a beating!"

Lu Yang gave him two more punches, then turned to the firefighters rushing up the mountain and explained: "This guy committed arson, and I caught him red-handed!"

Several firefighters' faces changed drastically: "You're saying we're fighting a fire, and this guy secretly set it? This fire was his doing?"

"Hmm."

"Damn it!"

Several firefighters could no longer contain their anger and rushed forward, throwing punches and kicks.

Earlier, he had suspected that this mountain fire was man-made; otherwise, how could it have ignited out of nowhere?

Now that the culprit has been caught red-handed, with the oil drum also brought back by Lu Yang, how could they possibly swallow this anger?

During the day, while fighting the fire, several of their comrades were trapped in the blaze, one of whom almost got roasted.

This guy isn't just setting fire to the mountain; he's basically committing murder!

Not burning him alive outright is already merciful on their part!

"That's enough!"

The leading firefighter squad leader's face looked very grim.

At this point, having caught the person is not the main issue.

The most pressing problem right now is to bring the fire before them under control.

Whether the fire spreads downward or upward, the situation is dire; therefore the immediate priority is still to extinguish the fire, and settle accounts only after the mountain fire is put out.

At this moment, more firefighters were drawn by the sudden flames; they had no time to go down the mountain, so they could only stay on the mountain, drink some water, eat some rations, and take a brief rest.

After learning the situation, they were also furious; they first beat the arsonist to vent their anger, then went on to fight the fire!

So many people had worked hard all day, finally making progress, and it looked like they could finish tomorrow!

What a fine bunch, this damn degenerate thing, bringing gasoline up here to cause trouble for them!

Is it because they're afraid the mountain fire will be put out too early, afraid the firefighters will have nothing to do?

"Quick, quick, quick, move fast!"

"You few go over there, you few go over here!"

"Detach some of the militia and soldier comrades from that side and bring them over here to help!"

"Quickly notify those down the mountain to send more firefighting equipment up! Damn, why is the wind picking up......"

The fire brigade commander left behind on the mountain to direct operations kept issuing orders, his voice almost hoarse from shouting.

When emotions ran high, he also went up and kicked the arsonist twice, purely using him as a punching bag to vent frustration.

Fortunately Lu Yang had caught the guy; otherwise they would all have been kept in the dark.

This also reminded them of a fire incident that had occurred nearby the previous year.

On the eve of the harvest, a large wheat field caught fire; although the blaze was not as fierce as before, it still destroyed a considerable amount of crops.

Because the fire area had expanded, there were simply not enough people on the mountain, so Lu Yang stayed behind to help.

The number of fire extinguishers was truly limited; he could only follow behind, using fresh branches to beat the flames, in order to prevent the fire from spreading.

Even the already exhausted Zhang Wenbin followed Lu Yang, fighting the fire with all his might.

The fire situation is an order; the fire scene is a battlefield—even if exhausted to the point of collapse, one cannot retreat.

While the people on the mountain were desperately fighting the fire, those down below were not idle either.

The new recruits were originally resting, waiting for the veteran soldiers to finish their work so they could take over.

As a result, someone first noticed that a certain area on the mountain had suddenly lit up, and the fire looked quite large.

Company Commander Gao Feng urgently ordered all the new recruits to get up, taking shovels, fire extinguishers, bottled water, and other supplies to hastily respond.

But the mountain path was hard to travel, and with the darkness, relying solely on manpower to transport firefighting equipment was simply insufficient.

Just as everyone was thinking, if only there were some tool to help with transport, a buzzing motorcycle engine suddenly came from the rear.

All one could see was a fleet of green‑camouflage painted motorcycles speeding toward them, one of which pulled up directly in front of Zhou Kaidong.

"Company Commander!"

Zhou Kaidong saw the person and was overjoyed.

The Sixth Company Commander, Ma Qing'an, jerked his neck at him, signaling him to get on.

Zhou Kaidong said nothing, immediately grabbed a few more fire extinguishers, and plopped onto the back of the motorcycle.

Ma Qing'an lifted his head to check the mountain's direction, twisted the throttle hard, and, like an arrow released from a bow, shot up the mountain with Zhou Kaidong and the firefighting gear in his hands.

Kong Long, Ding Tengfei, and the others also now sat on military motorcycles.

With the help of the motorized unit, the task of transporting supplies became much more efficient.

After all, going up by motorcycle is far faster than going up on foot.

Gao Feng watched the Sixth Company Commander's frantic rescue, his receding back kicking up dust, and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "You only realize you need to defecate when your pants are about to fall off—why couldn't you have come earlier?!"

He Zhen Tao explained: "Their Sixth Company is the farthest away; seeing mud on their motorcycles, they must have been training out there—being able to arrive in time is already good. Moreover, with the motorized unit's help, the trouble should be containable."

Gao Feng snorted, somewhat unconvinced: "If the slope were just a bit gentler, I'd drive a tank straight up and this fire would have been out long ago."

He Zhen Tao laughed: "If the slope were a bit gentler, a fire truck could drive up—what would you have to do then?"

Gao Feng was furious: "Why do you always undermine me? Old He, you're turning your elbow outward!"

"Ah, can't say that—I'm from the Second Battalion, Old Ma is also from the Second Battalion, while you... are from the Third Battalion."

"Then we're still a golden pair!"

"That was before—when the New Recruit Company was disbanded, we each had to go back home and find our own mothers."

He Zhen Tao traded two barbs with him, then lifted his gaze to the mountainside dyed red by the fire, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"It's just that these new recruits have suffered—they haven't even been assigned to a company yet, and they're already worn out like this."

"This time, if we don't give them a collective third‑class merit, it simply can't be justified."

He turned around, saw Gao Feng already running to help carry things, and hurried over at a jog to pitch in.

At the same time, Lu Yang and the others on the mountain were driven back repeatedly by the heat wave, smoke, and flames.

Without fire extinguishers or high‑pressure water guns, relying solely on manpower to stop the fire is truly difficult.

Moreover, this is a blaze ignited with gasoline, burning even more fiercely and rapidly than in daylight.

Just when the firefighters were at a loss, a convoy of motorcycles roared up, their throttles open, bringing supplies into view.

Lu Yang was blinded by the headlights of the motorcycle in front of him; the light went out, and Zhou Kaidong grabbed a fire extinguisher and got off the rear seat.

"Take it!"

"Good!"

Lu Yang and Zhou Kaidong each took a fire extinguisher.

Without much talk, they charged together at the flames.

Ma Qing'an watched, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile, spun his bike 180 degrees on the spot, and sped back down the mountain.

"Squad Leader!"

"What?"

"I know now!"

"Know what?"

"Motorized infantry really does have motorcycles—you weren't lying to me!"

"Nonsense!"