Putting the bandage on the table into the first aid kit, Yang licked his dry lips. The battlefield hospital had just arranged it, and it was in the original sixth warehouse area of ​​the Harbour District. It had been cleared. The original inventory had either been sold or used up. Then the bricks in the warehouse were pulled out to strengthen the trenches and defense lines, and the wooden boards were spliced ​​together to make it a hospital bed.

In such a difficult time, don’t mind whether there are bed sheets.

She held the first aid bag on her body, Yang walked out of the supply area and noticed that several of his primary apprentices were standing there at a loss. Yang whistled, calling her like he was calling her old dog.

And they also heard the whistle and immediately ran over.

It’s a pity that there is no sugar as a reward.

"Let's go check the rounds." After saying that, Yang quickly walked towards the battlefield.

"Huh? Isn't the ward there?" Yang's apprentice pointed behind him.

"We are looking for the trench house." Yang Tou replied without looking back.

Speaking of which, these little girls really look like they used to be. Her clumsy looks reminded Yang of her former self.

At that time, I was almost ten years old.

The first time I was in the first aid class, everyone did a good job, only myself, I handled leg injuries three times, stabbed scissors into the wound for the first time; the second time I was improperly sutured, and the needle was broken; the third time... I clamped the wrong blood vessel when I was putting the hemostatic forceps.

It's really... a stupid hopeless self.

Thinking of this, he walked through the traffic trench and took a revolver and three quick ammunition changers from the supply staff. Here, Yang tied the scalpel bag to his waist, tied the clamp bag to his waist, and then rolled the hemostatic cow tendon to his left forearm.

disinfect?

That was the thing behind, and all she had to do was give the wounded a chance to return to the rear.

After all, this is a world with magical skills.

The trenches were full of corpses. Although the New Edens would pay more as the attacking side, there is a saying that it is better to fight than to catch them. There is always a bad guy who will die on this sleepless night.

"The body, the bullet hit the head." Yang said, noticing that his elementary apprentice was looking for an impossible survivor in the body.

Then she found a training target for these elementary apprentices: "Come on, this, the bullet piercing is injured. God knows how this kid hurts his leg." She said, pointing to the wounded man who was pressing the blood vessels in his legs.

"How do I know that the guy who was shot fell down and got fire and injured me." Yi Yi 2.2 and said with an unhappy look: "I'm so miserable that I don't know where to judge!"

"Okay, my apprentice will help you deal with the wound, you will be lucky." After saying that, Yang walked to the row of wounded men lying beside him, and no one would move the bodies. Only the wounded men would be arranged in such a row.

He blew a whistle and asked the apprentice to come and follow him. Yang took her to check on the wounded: "Seriously injured, lungs penetrate, give up."

The guy in front of him had no breathing. Considering the wound on his chest and the injury he suffered at some unknown time, it would be better not to waste the potion.

"Do you just give up?" asked the apprentice.

"Because he needs medicine and medical treatment more, he was shot in the abdomen." Yang put his hand into the back of the injured: "The bullet did not penetrate and was not the liver area. It is preferred. A group will deal with it. Don't forget to take away the pincers when you open the abdomen."

Then there was the third wounded man, a kitten with a broken calf, but he seemed to have used a torch to deal with the break: "Slightly injured, see if you can help him install a prosthetic leg. If it doesn't work, let him go to the rear, don't waste medicine."

"Do you have catnip? Give me a bite?" the kitten said with a pale face, but he still asked with a smile.

"No, I only have morphine here, you can't use it." After saying that, Yang patted his head: "My husband will be proud of you, kitten."

"It sounds nice, who is he?" The kitten rolled his eyes.

Yang left with a smile, came to the next wounded, opened his eyes, and lit it with a small lighting tube: "I'm not dead, but there is no response, the wound... a silver dagger." Yang stretched his right hand back, took the silver dagger long from the apprentice, and looked at the bite on the arm of the wounded in front of him: "Did you see it? This is a bite from a corpse ghoul or a demon. In surgical treatment, such wounded people are not allowed to be put together with other wounded people. If treatment is possible, he also needs to fix his limbs and stuff a large rag in his mouth, so that he can avoid biting others after the corpse turns."

After saying that, the wounded sat up, and Yang stabbed the silver dagger into his open eye socket, and his red and white pupils were penetrated by the dagger, and then until the last handle.

"Remember, the silver dagger can stab into the heart before his corpse changes to stop the corpse, but if it has already begun to transform, it must destroy the brain."

After saying that, he pulled out the revolver and Yang opened fire at the wounded man sitting up on the other side. The bullet opened his head and interrupted the upcoming gluttonous feast.

"The corpse that sits up is the easiest time for the corpse to deal with. When it learns to run with its limbs, it will be difficult for a single shooter without training to keep up with its speed, but if you have the talent for shooting, it is still easier to hit them."

Pushing the revolver back into the gun, Yang came to the new wounded and looked through the wound. She looked up and noticed that her apprentice was still looking at the body that was still twitching: "My apprentice."

"Ah! Madam, is there anything wrong?!" As if she was awakened from a dream, she turned her head and looked at her teacher.

"I was seriously injured. I was shot three times in the upper, middle and lower stomach. I pierced two parts of the injury and stopped bleeding by myself. This kid was at least 18 o'clock in physical condition. I was sent back and was ready to open my stomach to get the bullet. Tell them that if the intestines are broken, remember to deal with it. Also... Remember to remind them not to cut the knife too deep, and cut the good intestines."

After saying that, Yang stood up and noticed the warning coming from nearby. Yang took out his revolver and knocked over the new Eden who appeared beside the trench.

Then there are the second and third ones: "Continue your surgery! Don't be lazy!"

Then there was the fourth one, popping out the bullet nest and completing the loading with a quick loader. Her apprentice knocked down two new Edens with the revolver in her hand, and then was thrown to the ground by a ghoul.

Yang was in trouble, and several corpse ghosts jumped into the trenches. She had to knock them down one by one with a revolver. Thanks to the current bullets that are blessed even if they do not seep silver, in this high demon plane, blessing bullets are enough to make these undead die last time.

Without bullets, he threw out the revolver and smashed the dwarf who jumped into the trench. He let the hammer swinged by another halfling and hit the halfling's face with his left arm guard. Then he pulled out the scalpel and stabbed it into his left armpit, pulled it out, and stabbed it into his chest.

Then Yang was knocked to the ground by another half-length man, and the two sides were fighting. Sometimes Yang was on top and consecrated the half-length man's face with his fists. Sometimes Yang was on bottom and pinched each other's necks with each other.

Until the opportunity came, Yang grabbed the other party's index finger and broke the finger backwards. Amid her screams, she sat on her opponent, pressed her against her back, pulled out the tendon and put it around her neck, and then tightened it tightly.

"Don't worry." She gritted her teeth and endured her opponent's elbows again and again: "It's just a game, can you face death calmly?"

Tighten the tendons hard until you hear your apprentice calling you.

Yang raised his head and saw the apprentice who had already emerged from under the ghoul. A large piece of her face was torn apart, and black blood was dripping from the wound. She leaned against the trench and held the dagger in the back and pressed against her chest: "I remember what you said, right?"

Yang watched her push the dagger into her heart. In silence, Yang grabbed the hair of the half-length who was still struggling under her, raised its head, and then slammed it heavily on the ground again and again, until she stopped struggling, Yang still tightened the tendon until she started to struggle again.

Then someone helped her to end it all, and the kitten smashed the half-length head with a stone that came from somewhere.

"You did a good job, but didn't have much effort," he said with a smile.

"Thank you." Yang left the body and sat next to the trench: "My husband said the same thing, he said I was not suitable for killing people. The more primitive the tools, the worse the methods were."

"No one will kill people at the beginning, but in this shitty world, if you don't learn to kill, you will have to face the murderer." After saying that, the kitten snorted in pain, and Yang noticed the blood on his abdomen: "You are injured, just now?"
Chapter completed!