"The last shot is the last one." Tang Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and he lost his voice: "What? The last shot? Why did you just bring these few shots? Where are the rest?"
"Ah" before Fu San had time to speak, Song Wuque raised his head and howled miserably, then turned around and looked at Tang Feng with a sad look in his eyes with tears streaming down his face.
Only then did Tang Feng realize that he had inserted the needle too deeply when he was talking. No wonder the boy here screamed so heartbreakingly! He hurriedly raised his hand to pull out the needle and said awkwardly: "Ouch!
,I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
Fu San helped Song Wuque treat the wound with disinfectant, then put on a sanitary bandage, and said with a wry smile: "Boss, how can you blame me? I brought a lot of medicine with me when I came here, but
, when we passed the first mountain
When we were in the First Regiment of the Ground Brigade, I helped them perform several operations in order to replace a few rockets. You also know that the Blue Flag Army has a severe shortage of medicines here, let alone anesthetics. Just three injections here, or
I saved it just in case.”
"It's okay!" When Tang Feng heard this, he immediately raised his head, straightened his chest, curled his lips indifferently, and said nonchalantly: "Isn't there just no anesthetic? Do you know who my favorite historical figure is?
Son?"
"Martial Saint Guan Yu, back then he was able to scrape bones and heal wounds without changing his expression. Nowadays, I just treat the wounds. What's so great about it?"
"Then what, Fu San, are you sure there is really no anesthetic anymore? How about I wait until there is a hospital before treatment?"
A burst of black lines appeared on the foreheads of Fu San and others, and even Song Wuque couldn't help but twitch a few times and almost laughed out loud.
"Boss, I'm afraid," Fu San was about to speak, but suddenly he saw Tang Feng put down the needle and picked up a sharp scalpel next to him. He lit an alcohol lamp and was burning it, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
Surprised and suspicious look!
Tang Feng smiled slightly and said softly: "It's okay, go on!"
"Yes!" Fu San seemed to have guessed Tang Feng's purpose. The hand that was treating Song Wuque's wound couldn't help shaking. Song Wuque's boy immediately let out a muffled groan.
Fu San hurriedly collected his attention and said softly: "You want to wait to treat the wound later, but I'm afraid that won't work. Because the weather here is too hot, and the wound will become infected if not treated in a short time. What's more, you just experienced a war, and the wound is
It has been soaked with sweat and dust, and is filled with bacteria.”
"Boss" Song Wuque was a little groggy after being given anesthesia. He turned around when he heard the words. Tang Feng said hurriedly: "You kid, just lie down and don't move. The more you cooperate, the more you pay San
The boy here moves faster, you boy, don’t waste my time!"
Song Wuque turned his head obediently after hearing this, and Tang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly took off his military uniform with his hands, revealing the bronze muscles on his body. They were like pieces of granite, revealing a
A cold and hard metallic texture.
Compared with Li Lin's explosive muscles, Tang Feng feels more feminine, but also more dangerous. If Li Lin is a brown bear in the forest, then Tang Feng is a wolf
King, a king who leads a group of howling wild wolves with faint green eyes.
A bear may become the king of the forest because of its immense strength, but wherever there are wolves, whether it is a bear or a tiger, they have to stay away because no matter it is a forest or a grassland, they can only accept one king.
Tang Feng gives people the impression that he is like a wolf king with dominating power.
After the Wolf King is injured, he usually saves himself. Especially now, when time is precious, he takes advantage of Li Lin's time to treat Song Wuque's wound, and he wants to save his own wound.
"Boss" looked at Tang Feng holding a knife and grilling on the alcohol lamp. Li Lin couldn't help but tremble slightly and shouted in a low voice.
Tang Feng glanced at him lightly. Although he said nothing, Li Lin shut his mouth honestly. He understood what Tang Feng meant. If Song Wuque knew that he was healing himself, then he would definitely not
I'll just lie down there and take care of the wound.
There were two wounds on Song Wuque's body, and he had obviously lost too much blood, so there was no time to waste. Although their men had been deployed on the hilltop opposite, they were still under the shadow of Asan's army after all. In the beginning,
At that time, they only thought that Tang Feng was a person, so naturally they led special forces to surround and intercept him.
But now, since it is discovered that he has helpers, and there are quite a lot of them, I know what Asan's armed helicopter will bring next time he comes! Maybe it will be air-to-ground missiles, or bombs one by one.
Although they still have a few individual rockets, neither Li Lin nor Tang Feng are naive enough to think that they can prevent the opponent from counterattacking with just a few individual rockets!
Who was Ah San killed? It was their Minister of Defense. If Tang Feng were allowed to leave this jungle today, I am afraid that from now on, the words "incompetence" will appear on the heads of Ah San's soldiers.
When it concerns the honor of the country and the military, how can these Asans give up?
"Go on!" Tang Feng glanced at Fu San and said softly: "What should I do if I am injured?"
After saying that, Tang Feng inserted the knife into his arm. He was different from Song Wuque. Song Wuque's wounds were just two wounds on his body, but he relied on the strength of his muscles and bones to cut them.
The bullet got stuck.
Yes, bullets.
Under the circumstances at that time, although Tang Feng was forced to be shot, he chose this method which was more dangerous in the long run, but at the time it was a way to maintain his combat effectiveness and physical strength.
With years of training, he used his body's instinctive reaction, relying on the powerful explosive force of his muscles and his body's unloading skills to leave the bullet near the shoulder blade where he was shot. In this way, even though he was shot, he would not bleed as a result.
excessive.
Tang Feng's hand was as steady as a rock, and even his eyes did not change at all. A smile that could even be called gentle appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a slight movement of his wrist, blood flowed gently along the knife edge.
Fu San is a doctor. His years of medical practice here have made him accustomed to life and death. What kind of injuries has he not seen? Originally, he thought that his heart had been hardened and cold, and he would no longer suffer from birth, old age, illness and death.
trembling, but now, his heart couldn't help but twitch with Tang Feng's movements.
His mouth suddenly opened wide. Tang Feng stopped his movements with his eyes and said softly: "As you speak, treat his wounds. We have to leave here as quickly as possible."
"Yes!" Fu San hurriedly agreed, took a deep breath, forced himself to focus on the wound treatment before his eyes, and whispered: "If you are shot and the bullet is not left in the body, just
The bad flesh that has begun to decay must be scraped off. If the bullet is still in the body, the bullet must be removed from the body through surgery."
Tang Feng's hand beat slightly on his body, and the scalpel seemed to have its own vitality, tearing apart pieces of rotten flesh that had turned black. These were all soaked in sweat. You must be clear.
If you drop it, you will easily get infected with diseases such as tetanus.
Li Lin tremblingly held up a small basin and held it next to Tang Feng. Every time the knife moved, the blood did not flow out, and his heart twitched. He gritted his steel teeth tightly, even thinking
I have to turn my head and can’t bear to look at it anymore!
This iron-blooded man who faced Ah San's hail of bullets without even frowning was filled with a gentle trembling in his heart! He could kill his enemy without hesitation, and he could stab the opponent's heart with one knife, but he
But I have never tried the feeling of using a sharp knife to dexterously cut flesh on my own body.
"Haha," Tang Feng moved his wrist slightly, tentatively hitting the bullet embedded in his body, and said softly: "In the past, a person also did tiring things. At that time, he was also
I'm alone in the jungle. I'm injured, and this is what I do."
As he spoke, the knife in Tang Feng's hand was fiercely exerted, and a knife flower seemed to bloom in his hand for an instant. Then there was a crisp clang sound, and a bullet that shone coldly and was stained with blood was released.
It fell into the small basin in Li Lin's hand!
Li Lin's whole body trembled slightly. When the bullet fell, he almost lost all his strength. Even when Tang Feng was bandaging, he didn't even think of going up to help!
"Ah, are you done?" Song Wuqu was also awakened by the sound, and immediately struggled and said: "Brother Fu, go and treat the boss's wound quickly, I'm fine!"
"Haha, no need, my wound has healed." Tang Feng smiled slightly, raised his bandaged arm and smiled softly at Song Wuque.
"Well, why is it so fast here?" Song Wuque's brows raised slightly.
"Haha, my injury is relatively minor." Tang Feng took the glucose water handed over by Li Lin and took a big sip before standing up and looking at Zixiong and saying: "Okay, now it's time for us to retreat.
It's time. As long as we can return to the territory of the Blue Flag Army, we will win this time."
"Go, call everyone back and have someone make a stretcher for Song Wuque."
"Boss, I don't need it"
"Here are the orders!" Tang Feng stood up and walked forward without looking back.
Li Lin and Fu San looked at Tang Feng's back silently. The expressions on their faces were a bit complicated, but their eyes could not conceal their admiration and admiration!