Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 431 - 304: There is a Difference Between Water and Shore_2

Chapter 431: Chapter 304: There is a Difference Between Water and Shore_2

Zhang Junyan could understand his feelings, scratching his neck, he said, "I really don’t know these parameters, why don’t you ask Salted Fish later?"

While they were talking, Han Yu had already come ashore wearing a life jacket, jogging over to salute and greet the leaders.

"Salted Fish, answer Director Song’s question first."

"Yes!"

Noticing Song Jiwei’s interest in the crane truck, Han Yu quickly reported: "Director Song, the crane truck we requisitioned has a ten-ton capacity; its boom can reach up to 15.5 meters at its highest, but the load it can lift decreases as the boom extends. When fully extended to 15.5 meters, it can only lift 300 kilograms."

15.5 meters, which is equivalent to the height of four to five stories.

Song Jiwei thought for a moment and then asked, "What are those clamps on the truck for?"

"They’re for mounting hoses. We’ve made our own clamps for this purpose, and welded a basket that can hold a person and accommodate a high-pressure water cannon. Considering the weight of the hose, especially when it’s carrying water, it can only lift to a height of ten meters during operations, any higher is not possible."

This is equivalent to a telescoping arm fire truck that can extend up to ten meters!

Song Jiwei couldn’t help but look back and asked further, "How far can the water cannons on those two simple fire trucks spray?"

"The foam cannon can spray up to eighty-five meters, and the high-pressure water cannon up to one hundred twenty meters."

Han Yu paused, then added, "Considering that we need to operate both on shore and on water, all equipment on the two vehicles is detachable and can be loaded onto ships. The crane truck can also be utilized during the loading process."

Whether it’s advanced isn’t important, what matters is if it works.

Seeing Vice Director Jing of the City Bureau deep in thought, Director Tong casually remarked, "The two sets of firefighting equipment on the trucks are originally designed for ships. A firefighting cannon is just like a naval gun, similar to shore-based guns, but ship-mounted guns have greater firepower than those on shore."

Director Jing asked quietly, "Old Tong, are you saying these improvised equipments can perform as well as professional fire trucks?"

Director Tong was about to speak when Song Jiwei wryly said: "Director Jing, in terms of firefighting equipment, our brigade is far behind the Water Fire Rescue Team. In real operations, our three fire trucks directly managed are no match for one of their self-modified improvised fire trucks."

"The equipment costs over 700,000, not too expensive."

"Director Jing, Director Zhang and others can afford to do this, we can’t."

"Why?"

"These equipments require operation by experienced personnel, while our brigade mostly consists of volunteer soldiers. It takes them years to serve, and even longer to learn driving or how to operate and repair machines."

Your firefighters are brave and tenacious, but in terms of technical skills, they are far behind those of the Port Authority’s enterprise fire brigade.

Director Zhang laughed and said, "Salted Fish, aren’t you going to start the drill? Hurry up and begin."

Han Yu immediately stood at attention: "Reporting to all leaders, our Water Firefighting Team has to fight fires as well as conduct water rescues. Our firefighters are trained through fire and water, so today’s first subject is water rescue."

"Proceed with the implementation."

"Yes!"

Han Yu then made a standard about-face turn, then lifted his walkie-talkie: "All units pay attention, a person has been spotted in the water two kilometers downstream of buoy No. 38 in Yingchuan Port’s dedicated waterway. You are ordered to proceed quickly for the rescue. Assault Boat One and Assault Boat Two are responsible for rescuing the person in the water, Boat One and Boat Two are tasked with alerting and guarding, reminding passing vessels to avoid."

"Binjiang Port Squadron received!"

"Directly managed Squadron One received!"

"Depart."

"Yes!"

Following Han Yu’s command, two groups of firefighters, already wearing life jackets, jumped onto the assault boats and borrowed speedboats from the Port Supervision Bureau and Water Police Station.

Deng Qikang, confident in his swimming skills, was the first to jump onto an assault boat, but as it was inflatable and soft, he could not stand steadily and fell sitting down.

Other carefully selected firefighters, although they didn’t fall, realized after boarding that the assault boat was too unstable. As it bobbed up and down with the waves, they felt it might overturn at any moment and quickly clung to the ropes on the assault boat.

The three firefighters on the speedboat fared slightly better as it was relatively stable in the water, but only relatively.

The experienced police officers from the Changhang Bureau’s Water Firefighting Team, Fang Guoya, Zhang Ping, and Xiao Gong were no longer seasick or fearful, while external supporters like Chen Zikun, Ma Jintao, and Yang Yong, with their rich experience in water operations, hardly minded the slight wind and waves.

Han Yu did not accompany the leaders to watch the water rescue exercise. After issuing orders, he ran to the dockside and jumped onto the Water Police Station’s speedboat, taking the helm himself.

"Everybody hold tight!"

He looked back at the three firefighters from the Fire Brigade, then at Deng Qikang in the assault boat on the left, revved the engine, and increased the throttle.

The speedboat shot out like an arrow from a bow, creating a white wake in the murky waters of the Yangtze River amidst the roaring engine.

The drivers of the two assault boats were experienced and immediately went full throttle to keep up, with the Port Supervision Bureau’s speedboat carrying two more men from the Water Police Station trailing behind.

The wind wasn’t strong today. From the dock, the river appeared calm, but once on the assault boats in the middle of the river, Deng Qikang and the other firefighters truly understood the meaning of "Three-foot waves in the Yangtze without wind."

The rough tossing and the up-and-down motion were like being on a roller coaster. If they didn’t hold on to the ropes tightly, they really could be thrown into the river.

This section of the river was wide, and although there were many shallow areas and hidden reefs, it posed no problem for the assault boats and the speedboat.

Han Yu kept increasing the throttle, and in a blink of an eye, he was at full power, with the whistling of the wind all around, making it impossible for those behind to hear anything.

The three firefighters on the speedboat turned pale, gripping the handrails tightly, daring not to move.

The plight of the three firefighters on the assault boat was even worse. They quickly felt seasick, dizzy and swollen-headed, and didn’t even dare to open their eyes.

One circle, two circles, three circles, simulating the evasion of passing ships.

After several tight turns, Deng Qikang finally couldn’t hold on, clutched the rope, and started violently vomiting over the side of the assault boat.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop, and every firefighter on the boat ended up vomiting.

This was just the appetizer!

Han Yu pretended not to see, slowly adjusted the course, and directed the speedboat into more complex currents, with larger and irregular waves.

The speedboat and the assault boats danced in the tempest, leaping from the water surface several times and then slamming back down hard.

Deng Qikang turned deathly pale, his head dizzy, feeling as if the sea were overturning inside him. He had been able to lean over and vomit outside, but now he didn’t dare to look at the river and could only close his eyes and vomit inside the boat...

Director Yu’s boat was driven too fiercely, and even Fang Guoya, who had undergone anti-seasickness training, was struggling. He quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Report to Director Yu, target spotted, on your port side."

"Prepare the lifebuoys, get ready to rescue."

"Yes!"

The simulated rescue was a success. From departure to return to docking at the oil company’s wharf, it took only forty-five minutes.

All the firefighters participating in the joint exercise were seasick, having to be helped ashore, and needed support even after landing. Everyone was pale, with vomit on their faces, necks, and bodies, emitting an especially foul odor.

Originally aiming to show face and even intimidate the Li Gui Fire Brigade, they ended up losing face badly. It was truly a case of shooting themselves in the foot.

Song Jiwei looked at his subordinates’ disheveled appearance, then at Han Yu and others who appeared unconcerned, and said with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness, "It seems water firefighting really is different from land firefighting."

Zhang Junyan and Director Peng from the Water Police Station who had just arrived couldn’t help but recall Wang Wenhong, feeling sympathy for people like Deng Qikang at this moment, and nonchalantly said, "It’s normal to get seasick on your first ride on a speedboat."

Director Peng stifled a laugh and nodded, "Drink some water, rest a bit, and it’ll be fine."

Director Jing hadn’t expected such a simple water rescue exercise to turn out this way, wondering how they usually trained and why their physical fitness seemed so poor, he said calmly, "Hurry and get someone to find some water."

"Yes!"

One of the Fire Brigade’s officers reacted, rushing to find some boiled water.

However, Director Peng had just mentioned it casually.

Seasick people can neither eat nor drink much, just after making Deng Qikang drink a couple of sips, Deng Qikang felt nauseous and vomited violently again.

Fang Guoya was determined to leave a deep impression on his old comrades, otherwise, they would still look down on the Water Firefighting Team. He glanced back: "We’re far from the tank area, we should be able to smoke, Mr. Deng, how about we first have a cigarette to refresh ourselves?"

Chen Zikun quickly took out a cigarette, took one out, placed it in Deng Qikang’s mouth, and shielded from the wind to light it.

Deng Qikang subconsciously took a drag, which only made him feel sicker, and he started squatting on the ground, clinging to Fang Guoya, vomiting violently...

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