My grandfather's mother Li Yunlong beat up Langya at the beginning

After giving the order, Li Fan himself took the fire extinguisher and rushed to the place where the fire was the most intense without hesitation.

He was sturdy and steady, like a cheetah darting through the jungle. Under the scorching heat of the fire, his face was reflected red, and sweat rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string. However, there was no fear in his eyes, only steel-like determination.

He came to a key location where the flames were raging. The flames here were like an extremely ferocious fire snake, twisting its huge and hideous body madly, and continuously spewing out high temperature and the breath of death.

Li Fan stood firmly on his feet, like a pine tree rooted in the earth. He bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, lowering his center of gravity to enhance his stability in this dangerous environment. He gripped the fire extinguisher tightly with both hands, his arm muscles tensed like a fully drawn bowstring, each muscle containing tremendous strength.

Aiming at the source of the fire, he pressed the handle of the extinguisher hard. Instantly, white dry powder whistled out like a silver dragon, forming a barrier within the flames. The dry powder and the flames blended with each other, making a fierce hissing sound, like a desperate struggle between good and evil. Although it could not completely extinguish the fire, it effectively curbed its further spread and opened up a safe passage for the villagers.

As the dry powder continued to spray out, the pressure of the fire extinguisher gradually decreased, but Li Fan's hand still held the handle firmly. His arm trembled slightly due to the continuous force, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He concentrated on controlling the direction and strength of the spray. His eyes were fixed on the core of the flame, ensuring that the dry powder could be accurately covered where it was most needed, without missing any corner that might cause the fire to get out of control.

"Everyone follow up and pass quickly!" Li Fan continued to spray dry powder while shouting loudly to the villagers.

Under the protection of the team members, the villagers carefully moved forward along this temporary passage. The children were held tightly in the arms of the adults, their little faces full of fear, and some even burst into tears, their cries sounding particularly miserable in this dangerous environment.

The elderly, supported by the young people, moved forward step by step with difficulty. Their eyes were full of worry and anxiety, but with the encouragement of the team members, they still moved forward firmly.

Young people took the initiative to assume more responsibilities. Some of them helped the elderly with their luggage, and some supported the villagers with limited mobility. They took care of each other and formed a close-knit group.

At this moment, an accident happened. A villager, due to excessive panic, suddenly lost his mind, left the team in a panic, and rushed into the depths of the sea of ​​​​fire regardless of everything.

The villager's eyes were filled with fear and confusion, as if possessed by a demon, completely oblivious to the dangers around him. His hair was blown into a mess by the heat wave, flying wildly, and his clothes were splashed with sparks, instantly starting to smoke and catch fire. The flames quickly spread across his body, as if to devour him whole.

"Oh no, someone ran away!" a team member exclaimed.

Li Fan said without hesitation: "I will go after them, you continue to lead the villagers to evacuate!" After that, he plunged into the thick smoke.

The thick smoke was like a giant black beast, quickly swallowing his figure, but he relied on his strong sense of direction and memory of the terrain to quickly move through this chaotic environment.

He first took a deep breath, then covered his mouth and nose tightly with his arms, crouched down, and groped forward in the thick smoke with light and agile steps.

His breathing became rapid, and the thick smoke kept choking his mouth and nose. Every breath was accompanied by a stinging pain, and his throat felt like it was being rubbed by sandpaper, but he still did not stop.

His vision was completely obscured by the thick smoke, and he could only rely on his senses and experience to grope his way forward. The ground beneath his feet was so hot that it seemed to melt the soles of his shoes. Every step he took felt like stepping on scorching coals.

But his steps remained firm, and he would occasionally leap high to avoid the burning branches, which would pass under him with a whistling sound and scorching heat.

Sometimes he dodged the falling sparks sideways, his body like a nimble dancer, moving quickly and flexibly as he searched for the lost villager in this maze of death.

Soon, he locked onto the villager's location. He saw the villager running around in the sea of ​​fire, like a headless fly, in danger of being swallowed by the fire at any time.

Li Fan rushed forward, as fast as a flash of lightning. He pushed the ground with his feet and shot out like an arrow. He stretched out his powerful arms, his arms straight, and his fingers tightly grasped the villager's arms like eagle claws. The strength seemed to be able to crush steel.

He shouted loudly, "Follow me!" The voice was as loud as a bell, piercing through the noise of smoke and flames and reaching the depths of the villagers' souls.

With his help, the villagers regained some of their sanity. There was still fear in their eyes, but they obediently followed Li Fan back.

Li Fan led the villagers back to the team quickly. Along the way, he remained vigilant, his eyes like searchlights, constantly scanning the surrounding environment, carefully avoiding burning branches and hot ground, and from time to time using his body to shield the villagers from possible sparks.

His steps were quick and steady, each one firm and powerful, as if beating the drum of victory. He finally succeeded in bringing the villagers back to a safe area. At this time, his clothes were soaked with sweat and his face was blackened by smoke, but his eyes were still firm, which was a kind of calmness and composure after overcoming difficulties.

However, the crisis did not stop there. As the evacuation work was proceeding with difficulty, the vehicle transporting water suddenly broke down.

The team member in charge of transporting water anxiously reported: "Captain, the vehicle engine has broken down and won't start. We've tried many methods, but it's been difficult to repair. The water supply is running out!"

Li Fan frowned slightly, but he quickly calmed down and made arrangements: "Leng Feng, you take two team members to help repair the vehicle and see if the problem can be solved as soon as possible.

Carefully inspect every component of the engine, from the oil circuits and electrical circuits to the mechanical transmission. Don't miss a single detail. Everyone else, listen up! We must conserve water now. We must use a relay system to ensure limited water resources reach the most critical areas."

Leng Feng immediately led his team members to rush towards the broken vehicle. They opened the hood and a burst of hot air hit their faces, mixed with a pungent smell of burning, as if the vehicle was groaning in pain.

Leng Feng frowned, then squatted down, his eyes fixed on each component of the engine, and began to carefully inspect it. His fingers gently touched the circuits and parts, feeling their temperature and condition, and occasionally gently shook a part to check for looseness. His expression was so focused that it seemed as if this was the only broken car left in the world.

Another team member stood by with tools in hand, ready to follow Leng Feng's instructions at any time. Their foreheads soon became covered with beads of sweat, which slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the scorching engine hood, evaporating instantly. However, they remained fully focused on troubleshooting the problem.

The other team members followed Li Fan's instructions and formed a water relay team. They used small buckets to draw water from the source and then passed it to the fire-fighting and villagers' daily water supply locations.

The team members who delivered the water source held the handles of the buckets tightly with both hands, stretched their arms, held the buckets steadily in front of them, and ran forward with quick and steady steps.

When passing the bucket to the next team member, they do so quickly and accurately, ensuring not a single drop of water is spilled. Their arms tremble slightly from the prolonged exertion, but their eyes are filled with determination, for they know that every drop of water holds the promise of life, and in these difficult times, they are the messengers guarding hope.

At the critical moment when the wildfire was raging like a demon, the surrounding fire special forces and local professional rescue teams immediately took action after receiving the heart-wrenching alarm and rushed to the disaster-stricken Qingshan Village like an arrow from a bow.

For a moment, the sharp sound of sirens resounded through the sky, breaking the originally quiet and peaceful sky.

Fire trucks and professional rescue vehicles were speeding on the road, their wheels rolling and raising clouds of dust, as if they were racing against time and fighting for life with death.

The bright red body of the fire truck, which symbolizes hope and courage, shines with a firm light under the sunlight, just like the dawn of hope coming to the world.

The professional rescue vehicles were loaded with a variety of sophisticated instruments and professional and efficient rescue tools. The bodies of the vehicles shook violently along the bumpy and rugged roads, but the iron faith of the rescue workers inside the vehicles was as firm as a rock and was not shaken at all.

Soon, rescue forces from all sides successfully gathered at the temporary command center like rivers flowing into the sea.

The atmosphere in the command center was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The leaders from different teams gathered together with serious expressions.

Their faces were all filled with awe and respect for the raging wildfire. The determination and resolve revealed in their eyes seemed to be silently swearing their resolve to fight the wildfire to the end.

A huge map of Qingshan Village hangs on the wall. The crisscrossing lines on the map clearly mark the direction in which the fire is spreading like a surging tide, the village's staggered layout, and the precise location of important facilities that are related to the safety of villagers' lives and property.

The red marking lines that stretched out like devil tentacles spread and expanded mercilessly on the map, as if showing people its unparalleled arrogance.

The table was covered with piles of documents, materials, and vital communication equipment such as walkie-talkies.

The bright lights flickered and swayed on everyone's faces, which were slightly serious due to tension, reflecting the deep anxiety in their eyes and their persistent pursuit of victory.

"We must quickly develop a seamless joint rescue plan. This fire is too fierce, like a prehistoric beast. We cannot afford even the slightest delay."