In the Name of the People: My Stronghold in Pingshan, Handong

On an autumn night in Jingzhou City, the weather should have been cool and pleasant. But billowing smoke and raging flames above the DAFeng Factory made the air scorching and suffocating. Flames shot into the sky, illuminating one terrified face after another. Frantic shouts, the blare of fire engines, and the crackling of burning wood all mingled together, forming a chaotic and dangerous scene. "Quick! Stop them!" Li Dakang, Party Secretary of Jingzhou City, strode over the rubble in his leather shoes, his brow furrowed. His urgent voice carried an unquestionable authority. He had only just arrived at the scene, and the chaos before him made his heart pound with anxiety.