Hanging far behind the stretcher soldier while walking all the way, Wei Ran felt inexplicably relaxed. Although there is a risk of being hit by stray bullets at any time here, it is actually far less busy than the operating room, and even those who are busy at any time
The wounded who may have expired probably don't care whether the medical soldiers who saved their lives had previously saved black people whom they despised.
On the other hand, along the way, the Japanese corpses that were either crushed to pieces by tanks or burned and smelled of meat made him feel particularly comfortable.
It's a pity that I don't have a camera...
Wei Ran bent down and picked up a Japanese-style command knife that had been crushed into two sections by a tank from a pile of meat. He looked at it, muttered with regret, and stabbed a section of the charred corpse with the broken knife in his hand.
On his body, he picked up an M1 carbine from a short distance away, then quickened his pace and continued to move forward after the two stretcher bearers.
Gradually, there were more soldiers around who were carefully searching the collapsed bunker, and there were also a few tanks and even fire-breathing tanks that were constantly firing at close range to suppress the situation, as well as machine gunners who were shooting wildly. Of course, there were also people waiting for the opportunity with flamethrowers.
Soldier.
These fire-breathing soldiers, which have extremely high combat fatality rates but are terrifyingly lethal, make Wei Ran particularly envious. All they have to do is wait for their teammates around them to throw some grenades into the bunker, and then take advantage of the situation.
When they used the weapons in their hands to suppress the fire, they set up the M2 flamethrowers as quickly as possible and pulled the trigger at the right time to prepare for the strong recoil.
In addition to dealing with the intricate bunker ruins and trenches, Voldemort lying on the ground disguised as a corpse waiting to burst out and hurt people is also the main target of the fire-breathing soldiers, and this is why along the way, charred corpses are everywhere.
s reason.
Of course, even if you are so cautious, the danger faced by these amazingly lethal flamethrowers is also great. They are the priority targets of almost all snipers, machine gunners, and even artillery and mortar grenades, so that the surrounding areas
Everyone subconsciously kept a close distance from them.
He reached out and touched the helmet grille to make sure that the rag used to cover the red cross was still there. Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If those fire-breathing soldiers were the first target of the little devils, he had to stand up to the medics.
Identity is undoubtedly the second target, and this is why he picked up a carbine and held it in his hand. It was just because he didn't want to attract attention.
He randomly found a small team that didn't seem to be large in number and didn't have any flamethrowers. Wei Ran just patted the helmet on his head. The eyes of the rest of them lit up and they walked a few steps quickly without leaving a trace. They guarded the guard in a tacit understanding.
Burn to the end of this team.
Everyone is not stupid. They naturally know what Wei Ran's action just now means. Even if they can't see it, they can guess his identity through the two medical bags on his waist.
Having a medic willing to follow along is a good thing that almost every frontline team would wake up from their dreams.
"I know you, you are the veterinarian Victor, right?" As a soldier spoke, he also pulled out an M1 carbine magazine from the belt of his helmet and handed it to Wei Ran.
"Am I so famous now?" Wei Ran couldn't help but take the magazine from the other party's hand.
"You helped cut off the sole of the foot of one of our teammates yesterday." The soldier smiled and said with his back to Wei Ran as he searched and advanced, "My name is Bruce, thank you for not sawing off his thigh as well.
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"You're welcome, I have no impression of your teammates anymore." Wei Ran replied with a little embarrassment.
"Da da da!"
Before the soldier named Bruce had time to respond to Wei Ran, another soldier next to him had already raised his Thompson submachine gun, pointed at a suddenly opened hole in front and started shooting. Several other team members also immediately raised their weapons.
The gun fired, or the hand grenade was pulled from the chest and smashed over the face.
Suppressed by such ferocious firepower from the local tyrants, the recruiter who had just put his gun out of the hole only had time to fire off a bullet before he was knocked back with his gun and two grenades.
After two consecutive dull explosions, the soldier named Bruce was the first to rush over, put the barrel of the gun into the hole, but hid his body far away and started to pull the trigger. At the same time, the other hand had already taken out a gun in advance.
The magazine is ready.
In just a short while, the other soldiers had gathered around, throwing grenades one after another in like adding insult to injury, and while Bruce emptied a magazine, they turned around and ran away in tacit agreement.
"boom--!"
After several dull explosions that were almost connected together, the hole, which was only slightly larger than the basin, sprayed out an ever-increasing black smoke ring happily.
This wasn't over yet. A fire-breathing soldier who came from nowhere had not waited for the smoke ring to dissipate. He had already controlled the flamethrower four or five meters away and accurately sent the fire snake wrapped in high temperature into the...
entrance of the cave.
For a moment, clear screams and cries came from the entrance of the cave. Then, billowing black smoke came out of a trench not far away, and then several barbecue ingredients with their bodies burning with fire rushed out.
"boom!"
Wei Ran subconsciously raised his gun and fired a bullet, easily hitting the chest of the soldier who was running at the front.
"Victor, don't waste bullets!" Bruce shouted and reminded, "As long as they don't rush towards you, there's no need to shoot."
"Why?"
Wei Ran glanced at the fire-breathing soldier who was already hiding, and then looked at the surrounding American soldiers who were looking around with vigilance, and then asked in confusion.
"Once their companions help them end their lives, we know where they are hiding."
Of course, Bruce pointed at the few recruiters who were still rolling on the ground trying to put out the fire clinging to their bodies. "Although their screams are very uncomfortable, those rats suffered even more than us after hearing them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before he could finish his words, several crisp gunshots came from the dense forest not far away, and then the fire rats fell to the ground one after another.
There was no movement.
The few gunshots that exposed the location were like signals. For a moment, at least half of the surrounding teams raised their weapons and began to suppress and advance towards the location where the gunshots were heard. The remaining half
, then hid their bodies and pointed their guns more vigilantly at the complicated terrain around them, watching out for enemies emerging from everywhere. Even two tanks aimed their turrets at the direction in which everyone was firing.
However, even so, less than two minutes after the sudden firefight began, Wei Ran heard calls for medical assistance more than once.
Giving Bruce an apologetic look, Wei Ran rushed toward the nearest injured person.
The wounded man had a large bloody gash torn from his cheek to behind his ear by the bullet, so that his back molars could be clearly seen from the outside, and even his right ear was torn from the middle by the bullet.
Became two halves.
Looking around, Wei Ran pointed to a smoking fire bunker not far away and said, "Move him over there."
Hearing this, the injured man's teammates immediately helped him and quickly moved him to the position designated by Wei Ran.
"I'll try my best to sew your ears shut."
Determined to clear his name as a veterinarian, Wei Ran didn't care whether the wounded man heard it or not. He stretched out his hand to inject morphine on the wounded man, and then began to prepare the equipment for suturing. The wounded man's teammates also raised their guns and stared at him warily.
The environment around the bunker.
However, just when Wei Ran had just cleaned the wound on the wounded man's face and was about to suture it, a bullet flew past the edge of his helmet and accidentally hit a soldier's left rib.
!
"Sniper!" Another soldier shouted when he saw this, and subconsciously stood in front of Wei Ran.
"Hide now!"
Wei Ran didn't even bother to stand up. He grabbed the wounded man with a wounded face with one hand and the soldier who had just been shot with the other. With the help of the other soldiers, he climbed around the circular bunker and changed the angle.
"Who else is injured?" Wei Ran shouted and asked.
"It's okay! We are all okay!" the other soldiers responded with frightened faces.
"Find a way to get the people around to help deal with the sniper, and then ask the stretcher bearers to come over." Before he finished speaking, Wei Ran focused again on the soldier who was wailing and twitching after taking a shot for himself.
Roughly tearing open the clothes at the wound, his heart sank when he saw the long and narrow wound on the other person's ribs that looked like a child's mouth.
Silently, Wei Ran injected a dose of morphine into the other party, but Wei Ran's heart sank to the bottom. In fact, just looking at the injured location, he knew that the bullet had probably rolled into the other party's body.
, but more importantly, the bullet may have hit the opponent's liver.
Compared to the still tough skin, the soft and delicate liver may have been completely broken into a pile of rotten meat by the cavity effect of the bullet.
Unable to wait for the morphine to fully take effect, and unable to pay attention to the wounded man who still had a suture needle stuck in his face, Wei Ran took a scalpel and opened the abdominal cavity of the soldier beside him as quickly as possible, and then
I saw the internal organs shattered by bullets.
"I...can I survive?" Seeing that Wei Ran had stopped, the soldier had obviously guessed the outcome.
"What is your wish?" Wei Ran asked while helping the other party to sew up the wound he had just opened.
The soldier looked at his companions around him, then with difficulty looked up at the sky where planes were constantly circling, and said intermittently, "Help me...light a cigarette..."
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded, stopped the sewing work in his hands, reached out to take off the pack of cigarettes from his helmet, took out one from the middle, put it in his mouth, lit it, and then stuffed it into the mouth of the soldier who didn't even know his name.
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Before he could resume the suturing work he had just interrupted, Pastor Tom and Randy carried a stretcher, ignoring the sniper who had not yet been dealt with, and rushed over from a distance.
