Lin Song smiled. The two guys were still alive. He rushed over quickly, hid on the side of Heifeng, and said loudly: "Heifeng, is it okay."

"Boss, don't worry, it's okay, I can still hold on." Hei Feng said loudly, but he couldn't help but shout in pain.

Lin Song shook his head helplessly. This kid was just stubborn. He looked over and saw Heifeng was shot in the arm, bloody red. Fortunately, there was nothing serious.

Looking at the Iron-faced Yan Luo, his legs were covered in blood. He said with concern: "Yan Luo is okay."

"It's okay," said the iron-faced Yan Luo glaring at Lin Song. She almost fell into a desperate situation. She was very happy with Lin Song's arrival, but she was just stubborn.

Seeing that the two comrades were fine, Xuelang hid in the bushes, Lin Song felt relieved and stared in front of him.

Lin Song's first round of killing just now made Tietou and his men retreat more than ten meters. At this time, they were gathering again and wanted to rush up.

A ruthless look flashed in Lin Song's eyes. These guys were terrified of their hearts.

He shouted loudly: "Tietou, your plan is bankrupt, the four kings of Death were shot dead. In five seconds, if you don't get out, just wait to see the King of Hell."

After he said that, he hid behind a big tree, quickly checked weapons and equipment, and filled bullets. He knew that Tietou was very slippery, so he gave him a step.

Sure enough, within five seconds, Heifeng pointed to the front and said, "Head, look, they are leaving."

Even the Iron-faced Yan Luo breathed a sigh of relief and leaned behind the big tree and gasped.

Lin Song looked over through the thick leaves. Sure enough, Tie Tou took his people away, and the jungle became quiet.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and there was a hint of warmth in the dark jungle.

The battle is temporarily over, but Lin Song knows that the real battle is still behind.

He nodded at the Black Wind, the Iron-faced Yan Luo and said, "Target, top of the mountain, leave here immediately."

Heifeng and Iron-faced Yan Luo agreed loudly, Heifeng stood up, but one of his arms was drooping, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The iron-faced Yan Luo had just stood up, and cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

Lin Song rushed over quickly, put the iron-faced Yan Luo with one hand and said to Hei Feng: "Go."

A hint of blush flashed across the iron-faced Yan Luo's cold and arrogant face. She glared at Lin Song, but had already agreed to Lin Song's help.

Lin Song didn't have time to observe everyone's mental changes. He had to leave here as soon as possible, find a place to bandage the wound, and then replenish his physical fitness.

He wrapped the iron-faced Yan Luo and walked up the mountain, quickly away from the combat area.

A few dozen minutes later, Lin Song and the other two came to a place halfway up the mountain, with a bush surrounded by big trees and early grass.

Lin Song put the iron-faced Yan Luo under the big tree and said to Hei Feng: "Come here, I will bandage you the wound first." After he said that, he took out the first aid kit from his backpack and started moving quickly.

Since it was abrasion, the bones were not damaged, and the blood stopped quickly and bandaged quickly. Lin Song patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. Be responsible for the alert first."

After he finished all this, he walked towards the Iron-Faced Yan Luo, squatted down, looked at her wound, and bandages were tied to her thighs. Despite this, the blood was still flowing out.

At this time, her lips turned purple and she had fainted. It was obvious that she had lost too much blood. If she was delayed, she would be in danger of life.

He looked at the Iron-Faced Yan Luo. Although she was a woman, there was no distinction between men and women on the battlefield, and Lin Song did not regard her as a woman.

He lay the iron-faced Yan Luo flat on the ground, unbuttoned the bandage quickly and carefully, and grabbed her pants, exerted a little force, and hissed, and the pants were torn open.

The iron-faced Yan Luo woke up in pain, stared at Lin Song and gritted her teeth. She knew that Lin Song was stopping her bleeding and closed her eyes silently.

Lin Song tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, kneaded it into a ball, handed it to the iron-faced Yan Luo, and said, "It hurts, just shout it out."

Iron-faced Yan Luo took the rag, bit it with his mouth, and nodded at Lin Song.

Lin Song was not disturbed at all and now he had no time to remove the bullets. Moreover, the conditions did not allow it. He quickly rebanded it, disinfected it briefly, and quickly bandaged it, and completed the bandage in a few minutes to stop the bleeding.

However, due to excessive blood loss, the body was extremely weak, and the infection was infected, he was already a little fever. In this case, he could not perform the task at all.

He looked back and let out a wolf roar at the snow wolf. The snow wolf responded and rushed into the jungle.

Now we must replenish our physical strength and restore our strength. Although Lin Song can complete the task alone next, Black Wind and Iron-faced Hell cannot be lost.

The iron-faced Yan Luo suddenly made a sound: "Cold, I'm cold."

Lin Song looked back and saw that the Iron-Faced Yan Luo was curled under the big tree. Lin Song felt heartbroken. Lighting a bonfire would attract the attention of his opponent and expose his whereabouts, but now, if he continues, the Iron-Faced Yan Luo may lose his life.

He decisively lit the bonfire, and the firelight reflected the iron-faced Yan Luo's face, which was pretty and even beautiful, with a sense of a soldier's arrogance.

He seemed to see Qin Xue, and his fists were clenched. He couldn't let this woman have something to do, so he had to give an explanation to Qin Xue.

He touched the forehead of Iron-Faced Yan Luo with his hand. It was not good. She had a fever. It seemed that the temperature should be forty degrees. If this continues, something would happen.

There was no antipyretic medicine at this time. He lived in the jungle since he was a child and knew all kinds of herbs. He stood up, walked to the black wind, and said seriously: "You stay here and wait for me. She has a fever. I must find some medicine to come back."

Heifeng nodded, held the assault rifle in one hand, and looked around with caution.

Without delay, Lin Song rushed into the jungle and quickly looked for herbs to reduce fever. He quickly found the herbs under a big tree, grabbed a few handfuls and ran back.

Soon Lin Song returned to the black wind iron-faced Yan Luo, and at this time, Xuelang also ran back, holding two pheasants in his mouth.

Lin Song waved at Heifeng and said softly: "Treat the pheasant."

After he said that, he came to the Iron-Faced Hell with herbs. It is impossible to boil the potion now. He picked up the herbs and put them in his mouth, chewing them hard, and a bitter smell came.

Lin Song endured it and quickly chewed the herbs almost the same. He gently helped the iron-faced Yan Luo's head up, and used his hands to spread her mouth open, and stretched his mouth over.

He spits the herbs directly into the mouth of the Iron-Faced Yan Luo.

In a coma, the iron-faced Yan Luo suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Lin Song was actually talking to him. He was very angry, but she had no strength at all and could not push Lin Song away.

Lin Song couldn't care so much anymore. It was important to save people until he spitted all the herbs into her mouth. He couldn't leave yet. He took out the kettle and poured it down hard.

Iron-faced Yan Luo coughed and wanted to vomit it. Lin Song quickly covered her mouth and said softly: "If you want to survive, just swallow it."
Chapter completed!