The pungent smell of smoke poured into his nostrils, making Kuch cough choked. He tried hard to push open the hatch of the armored vehicle, and the outside was as expected.

Seventy-two rockets covered the area of ​​more than ten football fields. The artillery fired was particularly undestructive, and they even shot two rounds of cover and fire. Kuchi, who was hiding in the armored vehicle, could not get better. A rocket hit the rear cabin of the armored vehicle, and the flying shrapnel destroyed one of his legs.

Kuch kept sweating. He tore open his clothes and bandages his wounds, but he still had to get medical treatment as soon as possible. He tried hard to turn it out of the armored vehicle, and even fell directly from the body of the vehicle.

"Ah..." The moment he fell down, Kuchi's eyes were so dark that he wanted to faint. But the severe pain made his brain extremely clear.

"Sir, save me, please save me." Several black soldiers were undulating near the armored vehicle. One of them was still alive and reached out to Kuch for help, "I am injured, I am bleeding."

Limping Kuchi walked slowly over, reached out to take out his pistol and shouted: "Give me your kettle. Hurry up, give it to me."

The black soldier who was calling for help opened his hands covered with mud and blood, begging: "Sir, you can't do this. How can I live without water?"

Bang..., Kuch shot impatiently, and then took off the kettle from the body.

After drinking some water, Kuch felt much better. Only then did he have time to look at the surrounding environment. The entire black camp was over, and I don’t know how many people died. Even if there were soldiers alive, I couldn’t expect them to come back and continue fighting.

Along the road, there was a row of blown-up vehicles, and various parts of the vehicle and human body fragments fell to the ground. Kuch tried to find a car that could still be driven, but only found some food.

"It's good to have something to eat." Kuch chewed a piece of black bread voraciously. This was the food for black servants. It was very unpalatable, but now he had no choice.

His legs hurt, his body was very cold, and his hands and feet were not even under control. But after simply identifying the direction, Kuqi picked up a rifle as a crutch, and slowly walked towards the command center in memory. He was not going to find Baen, he wanted to find a field hospital.

From time to time on the road, soldiers were running around, and I didn't know which team belonged to. These wandering guys were not interested in Kuch, and they often appeared and disappeared suddenly.

The only thing that Kuch had to worry about was the direction and the road, which was the large-caliber shells that ran through the sky one by one.

"Bann is bombarding Luanda with heavy guns." If it were the past, Kuch would really be happy about it. But recently his inner war-weariness has become increasingly serious. Since the crazy woman "Dongshuang" disappeared, he felt that some things were finally his turn.

He finally returned to the original command position, but Boss Bann was gone. Many people were convinced that the commander of the Aurora Legion was particularly good at infiltration and raids by small troops. Maybe the leader was also on guard against this.

The command center was not there, but the field hospital assigned to the command center was still there. Kuchi still kept his identity card, and the hospital guards put him in.

"Can you give me a shot of morphine? I'm almost in pain." Kuch begged to the military doctor who came to check his injuries.

But in the medical tent, the military doctor with a stethoscope shook his head and said, "Mortephen is a control material. Your level is not enough and you can't use it. I'll give you two choices. Just stop bleeding and bandage it if you are more conservative, and just amputate it if you are more radical."

"Ambusolation?" Kuch shook his head repeatedly, "No, I can't amputate. My legs are still good, but I've been back all the way."

The military doctor reached out to pinch Kuchi's injured leg injury, and kept shaking his head and shook his head, "Believe me, your legs are out of salvation. Only amputation can save your life."

"No, absolutely not." Kuch shook his head in fear. He would not amputate even if he died, because amputation was not far from death. "I want to treat it conservatively. Give me a morphine injection, just one injection."

The military doctor sneered at Kuch's extravagant hope, and after simply stopping the bleeding, he asked the guards to send him to another tent. The tent was full of wounded soldiers, and the blood and screams were endless.

There was no treatment for the next time, let alone morphine. Kuch lay on the bed covered in blood, struggling and shouting at the doctor and nurse, but no one came to care about him.

"Stop shouting, no one comes to care about us. We are abandoned." A wounded man with his head, face and arms wrapped in gauze on the next bed.

He stared at the top of the tent with his eyes and said numbly: "This is the reality. Doctors will not waste valuable medicines on us. At most, they let the interns practice their hands on us."

"But I am a close confidant of leader Bain, and I deserve preferential treatment," Kuch argued.

The wounded man in the next bed laughed twice, "So what? That was the past, and now no one cares about you."

Kuch felt cold in his body, but he felt even colder when he heard this. He came back with a hope that he would actually know that his situation would not be very good. He had seen many people abandoned due to injuries and he had done many such things himself.

I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't get angry. I was like a deflated ball. Kuchi sat blankly beside the bed, feeling that his life was about to count down.

"Do you know? Boss Ben bombarded the command center of the Aurora Legion with heavy artillery. It is said that Victor Hugo may have been killed." The wounded in the neighboring bed took the initiative to find something, "Let's chat. Anyway, they are going to die, so there is no need to be too sad."

"What if anyone is killed? What does it have to do with me?" Kuch's whole spirit sank, as if he had lost his soul. He suddenly envied the "Dongshuang" who was seeking death. That woman should not be in pain before she died.

"So don't be too sad. If you defeat the Aurora Legion, you might get a lot of medicine and cure your legs." The wounded man next to the bed said jokingly.

But Kuch shook his head, "I've seen Victor Hugo, he won't be defeated so easily. I think it's our boss Bain who wants to be defeated."

"How could Bann fail? His troops are several times stronger than those of the Aurora Legion and are much better." The wounded man in the neighboring bed denied: "As long as our heavy artillery continues to bombard us like this, we will definitely kill the Aurora Legion in the city."

Kuch didn't believe it, but could only shake his head. He was stunned for a long time, but another wounded person was sent out outside the tent. The wounded person was shot in the chest, and it seemed that he was unable to save him. What's special about this person was that he kept cursing Baen in a low voice.

Kuch recognized the wounded at first sight as his colleague and one of Bain’s confidants. But now he was sent to the hospital...

"Tom, I'm Kuch. What's wrong with you?" Kuch asked in surprise.

Later, the wounded looked at Kuch and said with a lot of hatred: "I sent a report to Bain, but after reading the report, he was angry on the spot and shot me casually. That bastard, I cursed him to hell."

"What report did you send?"
Chapter completed!