Although the Japanese army did not see Zhang Xiaoping and others, they could roughly estimate the direction of the artillery attack from the gunfire of the cavalry.
Moreover, the Japanese army now does not expect that this kind of imprecise and indiscriminate shooting will keep the enemy behind. Instead, it will act as a suppressor and disruptor to buy time for the infantry to arrive.
Of course, what if the blind cat encounters a dead mouse and is killed or hit by it?
As the saying goes, if you often walk in the rain, your shoes will not get wet.
Just when the two of them used their internal strength to run wildly, a heavy machine gun bullet that flew randomly hit Zhang Xiaoping in the back by accident, causing him to stagger two steps.
Zhao Xiaojin, who was running alongside him, noticed something strange about him and asked with concern, "Xiaoping, how are you?"
"It's okay, I tripped a bit."
The bullet was shot from the right side of Zhang Xiaoping's back. However, because the bullet flew too far, its kinetic energy had been greatly weakened. It was also hindered and contracted by Zhang Xiaoping's internal force of the gas mirror and muscle instinct. The bullet got stuck in the muscles and bones.
In between, no internal organs were injured.
Although there was severe pain in his back, Zhang Xiaoping knew in his heart that now was not the time to stop bandaging. The sound of rifle shots and shouts from the Japanese army had already been heard from behind, indicating that the pursuers were holding on tightly. If they paused for a moment, they might be surrounded by the Japanese army.
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So he did not tell his senior brother that he had been shot, but gritted his teeth and endured the pain and continued to run forward.
However, a hole was punched through the body, causing not only pain, but also a constant loss of blood.
The Japanese pursuit force also brought several wolf dogs with them, and the blood shed by Zhang Xiaoping became a guiding light for the bloodthirsty wolf dogs to follow.
Just after Zhang Xiaoping reluctantly followed Zhao Xiaojin for another ten minutes or so, he began to feel that his three-dimensional strength was constantly draining from his body, and his steps became slower.
Only then did Zhao Xiaojin notice something strange about Zhang Xiaoping, and he immediately understood that his junior brother must have been shot.
Zhao Xiaojin turned around and hugged Zhang Xiaoping, who was about to fall, and said urgently: "Where is the wound?"
Zhang Xiaoping knew that now was not the time to show off, so he gasped and said, "Back."
Zhao Xiaojin could no longer care about the Japanese pursuers because even in the dark, he could still clearly see Zhang Xiaoping's abnormally white face.
"No, we need to check the wound immediately and stop the bleeding. Otherwise, in this situation, the junior brother will bleed to death in a short time." Zhao Xiaojin judged in his heart.
"Stab!" With a sound, Zhao Xiaojin ripped off Zhang Xiaoping's camouflage cloak and saw that his back was completely soaked in wet blood.
The only good thing is that the bullet did not penetrate too deeply into the body.
Listening to the barking of the wolves and dogs behind him, Zhao Xiaojin made up his mind that Zhang Xiaoping's wounds must be treated first, and he did not consider whether the Japanese would catch up with him later.
"Xiaoping's back is injured. The situation is urgent and we need help urgently." Zhao Xiaojin shouted loudly into the headset.
But no response was received.
Zhao Xiaojin kept calling for support anxiously, and at the same time used a dagger to cut open the back of Zhang Xiaoping's combat uniform and began to treat the wound.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoping blocked Zhao Xiaojin's hand with his backhand, and said weakly, "Senior Brother, leave me alone, you run, I will cover you..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaojin slashed his neck with a knife, and he immediately rolled his eyes and passed out.
To Zhao Xiaojin, what the junior brother said was nonsense. The two senior brothers would either escape together or die in battle together, so there would be no time to chatter.
Now, apart from a small pack of bandages and a bottle of Ziqinghong medicine, the only medical tools he has left are a dagger.
But this was not difficult for Zhao Xiaojin, who was already very experienced in first aid.
He used the little remaining water to clean the tip of the knife and around the wound, then inserted the tip of the knife into the wound and immediately found the location of the bullet.
Zhang Xiaoping groaned and was awakened by the pain.
"Xiaoping, there is bad news and good news, which one do you want to hear?"
Zhao Xiaojin asked in a joking tone.
"Elder brother..."
Zhang Xiaoping knew that the senior brother was trying to ease his mood, but it was so painful that his lips began to tremble and his voice sounded like crying.
Zhao Xiaojin picked up a branch from anywhere, left a section and stuffed it into Zhang Xiaoping's mouth, "Bite tight, the good news is that the warhead has been found, it is not deep enough, and it can be taken out. The bad news is that it hurts. Good junior brother, hold back.
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Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaojin stabbed hard with the tip of the knife, then gently pried it up, and a bullet popped out of the wound along with the blood flow.
"Well...well..."
Zhang Xiaoping's entire face was twisted in pain, and sweat poured from his head.
There was a "click", and before he passed out, he bit off half of the branch as thick as his thumb.
The next step is simple. Pour a bottle of purple clear red medicine on the wound, and then tie the wound with a bandage.
Finally, he carefully put Zhang Xiaoping's combat uniform on him from behind, and inserted the two bulletproof steel plates on his chest into Zhang Xiaoping's.
In this way, Zhang Xiaoping's back has four steel plates protecting his back.
Finally, he hung Zhang Xiaoping's sniper rifle in front of him and loaded both his pistol and semi-automatic rifle with bullets.
Then he gently put Zhang Xiaoping on his shoulders and said, "Junior brother, senior brother will take you home."
The barking of wolf dogs in the distance was getting closer and closer, and he even heard the sounds of the Japs greeting each other.
This must be because their running speed was not slow and they could throw off the pursuers nearly a kilometer away. Otherwise, they might not even have time to give Zhang Xiaoping first aid.
Zhao Xiaojin once again started running in the dark.
He felt calm now, and even if he was carrying a man on his back, he was confident that he would be able to get rid of his pursuers.
The only thing that was strange was that there was no sound from Zhou Wen or the others coming from the headset. He had previously wondered if his intercom was broken, but when he replaced it with Zhang Xiaoping's, the result was the same.
What he didn't know was that it wasn't that the intercom was broken, but that the intercom was almost out of power.
If you think about it, he and Zhang Xiaoping had been lurking for two days and two nights. During this period, the phone was in constant use and had no time to charge, so naturally the battery was almost exhausted.
It's just the wrong time to run out of battery.
But as the saying goes, misfortunes never come alone, and blessings never come together.
When he felt that he had once again distanced himself from the pursuers behind him, Zhao Xiaojin had already rushed out of the forest. As long as he climbed over another hill, he could completely escape the Japanese pursuit.
Although he was a master of Qi Jinjing, he had to carry a load of more than 100 kilograms for several kilometers on a mountain road carrying one person, two people's equipment and weapons, and he was too tired, so he thought about putting Zhang Xiaoping down and drinking water.
I took a breather, but suddenly I saw a few faint flickers on the mountainside opposite.
Zhao Xiaojin felt chilled, knowing that if something went wrong, the person using the flashlight in this dark night would definitely not be a mercenary group, but a Japs.