In the cabin filled with noise, Wei Ran shouted loudly.
"What's wrong? Major... No, Victor!" Ruslan, who was sitting in the narrow passage behind the driver's seat, shouted and asked.
After trying to say "Beware of Stinger anti-aircraft missiles" to no avail, Wei Ran could only pat the seat belt on his chest, hold the microphone near his mouth and loudly remind, "Fasten your seat belt!"
"Thank you for the reminder!"
Ruslan also listened to the advice and reached out to grab the two obviously privately modified seat belts fixed on the top of the cabin and hung them on his belt.
The only protection this homemade safety belt, commonly known as a swing, can provide is to prevent people in the cabin from being thrown out of the cabin due to violent maneuvers.
Next, Wei Ran found that he could no longer speak any words. He couldn't even get up and go to the window to take a look outside.
Fortunately, he could still turn his neck, so he could clearly see Kirill sitting next to him tightly holding the canvas bag containing the plasma bag.
After a while, the armed helicopter began to dive, and its cannon also began to roar.
Amidst the waves of weightlessness and uncontrollable but restrained swings by the safety belt, Wei Ran closed his eyes and recalled everything that happened on the ground.
"Attention! Another one has crashed!"
Amidst the shouts coming from the communication headset, the armed helicopter suddenly flew sideways and lifted up.
"Another one crashed!"
Gunner Kanzate shouted in the communication channel and reminded, "Attention, the enemy has individual anti-aircraft missiles, and I also saw a heavy machine gun!"
"Deal with them!" Pilot Ivan said decisively, "Deal with the individual anti-aircraft missiles first! Use rockets."
"Leave it to me!" Kanzate responded calmly.
"Pay attention to the rockfall in the valley and the RPG on the top of the mountain. We can't fly too low." Ruslan also reminded him.
"Sit tight!"
Pilot Ivan gave a reminder, and the speed of the Mi-24 also increased, and Weiyan also heard the unique sound of rockets leaving the launch nest.
"There is an idiot who fired an RPG at us one kilometer away," Kanzate shouted wantonly in the communication channel, "Are their heavy machine guns out of bullets?"
But in the crew cabin at the back, Wei Ran knew clearly that the idiot was Abdullah, a teacher who once taught Russian at the university, and he was using himself as bait.
"Deal with him quickly!" Ivan urged.
"Even their machine gun positions have been eliminated," Kanzate said amidst the sound of a new round of rocket launches.
"Fire supplementary fire at the suspicious location. Let's go rescue our companions in the valley first." Ivan issued a new order, and Kanzate also controlled the cannon to start targeted supplementary firing.
"It's been cleaned!" Kanzate said confidently in the communication channel.
It's almost over...
Wei Ran subconsciously pulled off a seat belt hanging from his head and hung it on his body armor. Then, he stuffed the miniature camera into the medical bag as quickly as possible.
At the same time, the helicopter began to descend in altitude after cautiously circling twice.
"Upgrade! RPG!"
In the communication headset, Kanzate had just shouted a reminder when an explosion came from the direction of the tail of the plane!
Immediately afterwards, another "boom" explosion came from the front of the helicopter, and Ruslan also let out a scream, followed closely by a rapid warning sound from inside the helicopter.
"Ivan! Ivan!"
Ruslan pulled the safety belt back to its original position as if on a swing. He just leaned over and took a look before shouting a reminder, "Ivan is killed! Kanzate..."
"I'm alive..."
Kanzate's voice became much more difficult, and in his intermittent tone, you could still hear the coughing, "I'm... controlling the emergency landing... hurry up..."
"Be prepared for a crash landing!"
While Ruslan yelled a reminder, he also got into the cracked cockpit as quickly as possible, unbuckled Ivan's seat belt, pushed him aside with great effort, and tried to reach out and hold the joystick.
"Spread your legs!"
Wei Ran said to Kirill at the same time, and when the other person subconsciously spread his legs, he hung another safety belt on his belt to tighten it.
Just when Kirill subconsciously imitated Wei Ran's movements to let his legs hang in the air, and hugged the plasma canvas bag and the seat belt tightly in his arms, the helicopter was also under the difficult control of Kanzate, and almost
It rubbed against the mountain and rolled around to lower its height.
"Survive!"
Gunner Kanzate yelled with all his strength and tried his best to keep the helicopter in a relatively safe falling posture.
But after all, he is just a gunner. Although he can adjust the posture of the Mi-24, he is far from that handy.
Not only him, Ruslan, who tried to get into the cockpit, also failed to hold the control lever in time, which was blocked by Ivan's broken body.
"boom!"
Finally, the tail of the Mi-24 that started to spin collided with the mountain, and the fuselage also changed its attitude, causing the fragile nose and even more fragile blades to hit the mountain!
"Kanzat!"
In the violent collision, Ruslan let out a series of screams before he could wait for the other party's response. A broken blade penetrated the damage in the front cabin and pierced his leg!
Not only that, his seat belt can only ensure that he will not fall out of the cabin, but it will not tie him tightly to the chair like Weiyan and Kirill.
At this time, Wei Ran and Kirill were also in bad condition. Although they used safety belts to lift their feet off the ground, during the subsequent rollover, both of them were subconsciously protecting the medical kits in their arms.
and plasma packs.
"Boom!"
With another muffled sound, the armed helicopter finally returned to the ground, but in the same muffled sound, Wei Ran's head and Kirill's head hit each other, and they hit the railing of the seat at the same time.
On the pillar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At the same time, the huge collision between the belt tied by the seat belt and the seat back almost made the two of them almost vomit.
It was at this moment that Wei Ran finally noticed the long-lost feeling of brain downtime. It was only at this moment that he realized why the sequelae of the language task in the previous scene were so mild - because of this language task.
Too special code suffered!
"Who... who is still alive..."
Ruslan was the first to ask, "Kanzat? Kanzart Kirill?"
"I... ugh——!"
Kirill was about to speak, but he couldn't help but vomited out. But even so, he still let go of the plasma bag in his arms.
"Victor..." Ruslan relaxed slightly and continued to ask.
"I'm still...still alive."
Wei Ran, whose bones all over his body seemed to be broken, responded with difficulty, while tremblingly taking out his paratrooper knife, cutting off the locked seat belt, and stood up unsteadily.
"You...how are you doing?" Wei Ran walked up to Ruslan and asked.
"leg..."
Ruslan, who was also bruised and swollen from the fall, pointed to the blade fragment embedded in his leg, "Hurry... open the hatch, we need... to leave as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Wei Ran first helped the other party cut off his seat belt, and then helped Kirill cut off his seat belt.
After a while, Ruslan already dragged his injured leg, supported the bulkhead with his hands full of blood, struggled to open the hatch that held three AK74 rifles, and was the first to climb out with a grin on his face.
After trying to open Kanzate's cabin door to no avail, he chose to give up. Even through the window, he could see that Kanzate had died in the impact, not to mention that his cabin was also damaged.
The RPG hit and blew up a piece of the boss.
Just when he was stunned, Wei Ran had already helped Kirill stand up. He had failed to fasten the hat on his head during the fall, so the final impact on him would naturally have caused more damage to him.
Some.
With the help of Ruslan and Weiran, Kirill climbed out of the cabin with difficulty, but even so, he still did not forget to say, "Blood...plasma."
"Plasma...plasma..."
Wei Ran, who was also confused, looked around and handed the canvas bag containing the plasma bag to Ruslan, who then handed it to Kirill.
While the weapon was crawling out, Ruslan took out an AK74 from the cabin door, removed the magazine and stuffed it into the collar. Then he took off the receiver cover, pulled out the parts inside and threw them away.
Then he took off the other two rifles and handed them to Wei Ran after he struggled to get out of the cabin.
"With weapons"
Ruslan said with his hands and face covered with wounds.
"I'll help you down"
As he spoke, Wei Ran came closer and lifted Ruslan out of the helicopter lying on his side, and then the two fell together.
"us..."
Ruslan took a few hard breaths and said, "We have to get out of here quickly."
"Your leg is hurt"
After Kirill finished speaking, he covered his mouth to resist the urge to vomit, and then said after a while, "Let me help you..."
"Get out of here first"
As Ruslan said that, he stumbled up, picked up a rifle and put a bullet in it. After looking around, he raised his hand and pointed in a direction and said, "That way... go that way."
"I...I'll carry you," Kirill said, already staggering over with his canvas bag.
"Let me help him"
The situation was slightly better, but not much better. Wei Ran picked up another gun and handed it to Kirill. At the same time, he also took away the canvas bag containing the plasma bag in the other person's hand, and then walked to Ruslan.
Next to him, he put his arm on his shoulder, and at the same time he saw the Wrigley watch on the other person's wrist.
A moment later, Kirill, who was stumbling, also walked to the other side of Ruslan, put his other arm on his shoulder, and at the same time used his outermost hand to tug on the belt of the AK rifle, dragging
It jingled along the gravelly ground.
The three of them supported each other and walked for about a hundred meters. Ruslan said, "Stop... stop, my wound is bleeding and it will... attract the guerrillas."
Major, Kirill, leave me the weapon and give me a roll of gauze, you... you go to the mountains and hide... hide."
"I want to stitch up your wound"
Kirill said and looked at Wei Ran on the other side of Ruslan, "Major, help me..."
"Victor"
Wei Ran corrected him without waiting for the other party to finish his words, and then helped Ruslan sit on a stone behind a bush by the side of the road.
Kirill had just taken down a medical bag and opened it, but Wei Ran had already taken out an anesthetic and applied it around the wound.
"Can you do it now?" Wei Ran asked Kirill, who pursed his lips tightly.
The latter didn't just glance at him, then put on the rubber gloves as quickly as possible.
"vomit--"
Before starting to debridement, Kirill finally turned his head and vomited out again.
But even so, he just wiped his mouth on his shoulder, and then cut the cloth around the wound.
Looking up and looking into the distance, Wei Ran took out his camera and took a special group photo for them. Then he stuffed the camera into his boots and hid it, then put on his gloves and helped the other party take out the palm-sized piece.
Blade fragments.
Almost as they started debriding and suturing, the sound of strafing waves was heard from the direction of the helicopter behind them.
Almost at the same time, Kirill couldn't help but turned his head and vomited again, then wiped the corner of his mouth near his shoulder again, and increased the speed of his hands.
With Wei Ran's help, the two of them completed the debridement and suturing together at almost the same speed.
Almost as soon as the bandaging was completed, Kirill turned his head again and retched again, then lay on his back and fainted like Ruslan.
"I hope they can still make sense..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran only had time to say this sentence before he saw three donkeys walking in the distance, two of which were riding Habibullah and Hakim respectively.
Why three heads?
Wei Ran didn't have time to think about this problem, raised his hands and shouted, "Hey——! We vote..."
"Da da da!"
Before Wei Ran could finish his words, a string of bullets hit his body armor.
"Fuck you two, uncles..."
Wei Ran only had time to curse before his vision went black due to the huge impact of the bullet and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found that his hands and feet had been tied and draped across the back of a donkey.
Around him, there were four medical bags and a canvas bag containing plasma.
Look at the two donkeys next to them, one is tied to Ruslan, and the other is tied to Kirill, who is looking depressed.
He looked in front of the donkey with difficulty, and saw that the wound on Habibullah's head had been bandaged, and he was also wearing Ruslan's survival vest.
Next to him, Hakim carried two RPGs, two AK74s and a Bobosha on his shoulders. In his hand, he was still playing with the APB silenced submachine gun seized from Ruslan.
Looking around, he saw that this road was not the one he followed the two of them on before, and the sky was already getting dark. It was estimated that it would be dark in another hour at most.
Obviously, he had been unconscious for a long time, and Hakeem and Habibullah had taken them a long way.
"Plop!"
At this moment, Habibullah, who was leading a donkey, suddenly fell to the ground.
Almost subconsciously, Hakim turned around with the submachine gun, and then ran towards Habibullah in a panic.
"I...I have told you before that bandaging like that is useless."
Kirill weakly said in a language that Weiran could understand but could not understand before the crash, "His wounds need debridement and suturing, and he even needs blood transfusions. He has now suffered from syncope due to anemia.
If no treatment is given, he will continue to tremble, and even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will still suffer from the wound..."
"Shut up!"
Hakim roared in the same language, threw away the weapons he was carrying, picked up an AK rifle, and hit Kirill's butt with the butt of the gun.
"I'm a doctor"
Kirill snorted and said, "I can save him, whether you believe it or not, this is a fact."
With that said, Kirill turned his head to look at Wei Ran with difficulty, took a breath and said, "In addition, I suffered a concussion due to the crash. My hand may not be able to hold the needle holder stably, so I still need my companion."
help.”
"I haven't agreed yet!" Hakim said angrily.
"Whatever you want"
Kirill said indifferently, "You can also watch your companion bleed dry and die in front of you. Even if you beg me, we will not be able to save him."
After a moment's hesitation, Hakim placed the pile of weapons far away, then untied the rope from Kirill's body. He took a few steps back with the gun in his hand, and said cautiously, "Go and save him now."
My companion, if he dies, you will die together, and if you dare to play tricks, I will shoot him."
"Whatever you want"
Kirill said as he fell off the donkey's back.
After getting up again and resting his hands on his knees for a while, Kirill walked to Wei Ran and helped him untie the ropes around his body.
"Are you really planning to save him?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"How about we save him first and then talk about it?" Kirill responded in a low voice.
"Listen to you"
Wei Ran, who was not allowed to kill, nodded indifferently. At this time, both parties were considered "friends". Of course, he hoped that these people could survive.
"Do you know his blood type?" Kirill changed to the language he had just communicated with and asked a slightly amateurish question.
"I have no idea"
Hakim paused and replied in the same language, "But he knows that we have all donated blood."
Hearing this, both Kirill and Wei Ran laughed silently. This question implicitly verified a key issue: Hakeem had no medical knowledge.
"We have to take down the medical kits and plasma kits now."
Kirill pointed to the donkey that previously carried Wei Ran, "Also, it's too dark. I need lighting. There is a flashlight in my medical bag. Can I turn it on?"
"Hurry up and save him!" Hakim shouted urgently, and at the same time raised the rifle in his hand.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran and Kirill immediately took off the medical kit and plasma backpack.
"What language did you use to communicate with him just now?" Wei Ran asked as he opened the medical bag.
"Persian"
As Kirill spoke, he took out a flashlight from his medical bag, "I taught myself Persian when I was in college. Since I joined the army and was sent to Afhan two years ago, this foreign language has helped me
Very busy."
"Two years ago?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.
“I took the initiative to apply to stay.”
Kirill pushed the switch to light up the flashlight and tested the brightness, "Sir... Victor, can you come and perform debridement and suturing? My sequelae of concussion haven't disappeared yet, so I'm afraid I can only hold the flashlight for you."
"
"no problem"
Wei Ran had already put on his gloves as he spoke, "Do you need him to wake up and ask about his blood type?"
"certainly"
Before Kirill finished speaking, Wei Ran had already picked up a hemostatic forceps and pinched Habibullah's philtrum.
Under the severe pain and stimulation of the acupuncture points, Habibullah also woke up faintly. Before he could see everything around him clearly, Kirill asked in a low voice, "What is your blood type? This is very important."
"B..." Habibullah responded weakly.
“Thank you for your cooperation”
As Kirill spoke, he had already opened the canvas bag containing the plasma, and randomly picked out a bag of plasma from it. After connecting it to the transfusion tube, he placed the plasma bag around his neck and heated it at the same time.
At the same time, Wei Ran also injected a small amount of anesthesia around the wound on Habibullah's head, and started debriding and suturing it very carefully.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to help, Kirill also hid a scalpel in his cuff.
In this regard, Wei Ran couldn't say anything, so he could only cooperate with the other party and slow down a little.
After he completed debridement, suturing, and sufficiently professional bandaging, the bag of plasma held in Kirill's neck was all injected into Habibullah's body.
"I wish I could check on my companion's injuries," Kirill said.
"Your companions cannot die"
Hakim held the gun and said, "Now you two go to the front and lie on the ground."
Looking at each other, Wei Ran and Kirill helplessly took a few steps forward and lay down on the cold gravel ground.
When he lay down, Hakim immediately carried Habibullah onto a donkey, and then hung the extra weapons, medical kits, plasma bags and other items on the other donkey.
"You two go ahead."
Hakim said, having picked up Kirill's flashlight and put it on his belt, "Just go in that direction I tell you to go. The surrounding area is surrounded by butterfly mines you have dropped. If you run around and explode,
If your leg is broken, I will not save you."
"He said..."
"I understand"
Wei Ran responded in a low voice, and then climbed up with Kirill.
"Hold your head with both hands and go straight forward along this valley," Hakim, who was also riding a donkey, ordered, holding up a submachine pistol with a silencer screwed on.
"I'm leaving..."
"I'd better walk in front," Wei Ran said, already taking steps.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have applied for you to come to the front line with us." Kirill followed a little later and said apologetically.
"No need to say that"
Wei Ran said nonchalantly, and at the same time added in his heart, "I brought this on myself."
"I will try to create a chance for you to escape at night," Kirill whispered.
"Escape is not difficult"
Wei Ran whispered as he walked, "But what about Ruslan? No matter if I escape or you escape, or we escape together, Ruslan probably won't be able to survive."
Hearing this, Kirill sighed, "It seems we can only wait until Ruslan's wound heals before we have a chance."
"What are your plans before this?" Wei Ran asked pointedly.
"I guess they need doctors more than we do," Kirill answered confidently.