Ye Jiahong quickly picked up the two-way radio and shouted loudly, "Guard post, guard post, don't let him in!"
"…"
The guard post had already sounded the alarm bell.
Ye Jiahong's voice was drowned out by the sound of the alarm.
…
By the time Fang Huai descended the stairs, many people were already putting on their combat uniforms.
The fuel truck had driven into the Squadron's front yard, and the driver scrambled down from the truck, staring at it as he moved aside.
The dripping flames indicated that the tank had begun to leak fuel.
Seeing this, Fang Huai looked at the fire truck less than five meters away from the tank truck and quickly called out to the tank driver:
"Get the truck out! Hurry! How do we operate with you parked so close?"
But the driver was waving his hands and yelling, "It's going to explode! It's going to explode!"
"Damn it..."
Fang Huai, seeing the driver's afraid expression, had to rush forward and yell, "Where are the keys?"
