The acrid smell of gunpowder smoke filled his nostrils, choking Couch and coughing. He tried hard to push open the hatch of the armored vehicle, and the situation outside was as he expected - dead bodies were everywhere.
Seventy-two rounds of rockets covered an area of more than ten football fields. The artillery fire was particularly destructive enough, so they fired two rounds to cover the area. Kuchi, who was hiding in an armored vehicle, did not fare well.
He hit the rear compartment of the armored vehicle, and one of his legs was crippled by flying shrapnel.
Kuchi was sweating all the time. He tore his clothes to bandage his wounds, but he still had to get medical treatment as soon as possible. He tried his best to get out of the armored vehicle, even falling off the body of the vehicle.
"Ah..." The moment he fell, Kuchi's eyes turned black with pain, and he wished he could faint. But the severe pain made his brain extremely clear.
"Sir, help me, please help me." Several black soldiers were lying near the armored vehicle. One of them was still alive and stretched out his hand to Kuchi for help, "I'm injured, I'm bleeding."
The limping Couch walked over slowly, reached for his pistol and shouted: "Give me your kettle. Come on, give it to me."
The black soldier who called for help opened his hands covered with mud and blood and begged: "Sir, you can't do this. How can I live without water?"
Bang..., Couch fired impatiently, and then took off the kettle from the body.
After drinking some water, Kuchi felt much better. Only then did he have time to take stock of his surroundings. The entire black camp was finished, and he didn't know how many people died. Anyway, even if there were still soldiers alive, we couldn't expect them to come back.
Continue fighting.
There was a row of bombed-out vehicles along the road, with various vehicle parts and human body fragments lying on the ground. Couch tried to find a car that could still be driven, but only found some food.
"It's good to have something to eat." Couch wolfed down a piece of black bread. This was the food provided to the black servants. It was very unpalatable, but now he had no choice.
His legs hurt, his body was cold, and he couldn't even control his hands and feet. After Couch simply identified the direction, he picked up a rifle and used it as a crutch, and walked slowly in the direction of the command headquarters in his memory. He was not going to find Ben.
, he wanted to find a field hospital.
There are soldiers running around on the road from time to time, and I don't know which team they belong to. These wandering guys have no interest in Kuchi. They often appear and disappear suddenly.
The only thing that made Couch bother to observe, apart from the direction and path, was the large-caliber artillery shells that penetrated the sky one after another.
"Bane is bombarding Luanda with heavy artillery." If it were in the past, Kuchi would really be happy about this. But recently, his inner war-weariness has become more and more serious. Since the mad woman 'Winter Frost' disappeared, he
I feel like something is finally my turn.
After finally returning to the original headquarters position, Boss Ben is no longer there. Many people are convinced that the commander of the Aurora Legion is particularly good at infiltration and raids by small groups. Maybe the leader is also guarding against this.
The headquarters was not there, but the field hospital attached to the headquarters was still there. Kutcher still kept his ID card, and the hospital guards let him in.
"Can you give me a shot of morphine? I'm in so much pain." Couch begged the military doctor who came to check the injury.
But in the medical tent, the military doctor with a stethoscope shook his head and said: "Morphine is a controlled substance. Your level is not high enough and we cannot give it to you. I will give you two options. If you are more conservative, just stop the bleeding and bandage it. If you are more aggressive, just stop the bleeding and bandage it."
Just amputation."
"Amputation?" Kuchi shook his head repeatedly, "No, I can't amputate. My legs are still good, but I walked all the way back."
The military doctor stretched out his hand to pinch Kuqi's injured leg. He didn't care that Kuqi was shaking in pain. He just shook his head and said: "Believe me, your leg is hopeless. Only amputation can save your life."
"No, absolutely not." Kuchi shook his head in fear. He would not amputate his leg even if he died, because amputation is not far from death. "I want conservative treatment. Give me a shot of morphine. Just one shot will be fine."
The military doctor sneered at Kuchi's extravagant hopes. After simply stopping the bleeding, he asked the guards to send him to another tent. This tent was full of wounded soldiers of all kinds, and the blood and screams never ceased.
There was no further treatment, let alone morphine. Couch lay on the hospital bed covered with blood, struggling and calling for doctors and nurses, but no one came to care about him.
"Stop shouting, no one will care about us. We have been abandoned." Lying on the adjacent bed was a wounded man with his face and arms wrapped in gauze.
He stared at the roof of the tent and said numbly: "This is the reality. Doctors will not waste precious medicines on us. At most, they will let intern doctors practice on us."
"But I am a close associate of Leader Ban, and I should receive preferential treatment." Kuchi argued.
The wounded man in the next bed laughed miserably, "So what? That was in the past, no one cares about you now."
Kuqi felt cold at first, but when he heard these words, his heart became even colder. He came back with the hope of even chance, but in fact he knew that his situation would not be too good. He had seen too many injuries because of
People who are sick and abandoned have done many such things themselves.
He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. His whole body was like a deflated rubber ball. Kuchi sat blankly on the edge of the bed, feeling that his life was about to count down.
"Do you know? Boss Ben used heavy artillery to bombard the headquarters of the Aurora Legion. It is said that he may have killed Victor Hugo." The wounded man in the next bed took the initiative to find something to say, "Let's have a chat. Anyway.
We are all going to die, so there is no need to be too sad."
"So what if I kill someone? What does it have to do with me?" Kuchi's whole body sank, as if he had lost his soul. He suddenly felt envious of the cool and unrestrained 'Dongshuang' who was seeking death. That woman died
It shouldn't be painful before.
"So don't be too sad. If you defeat the Aurora Legion, you might be able to grab a lot of medicine and heal your leg." The wounded man in the next bed said jokingly.
But Kutcher shook his head, "I have met Victor Hugo, he will not be defeated so easily. I think the one who will be defeated is our boss Ben."
"How could Ben fail? His strength is several times that of the Aurora Legion, and his equipment is much better." The wounded man in the next bed denied: "As long as our heavy artillery keeps blasting like this, it will definitely kill all the Aurora Legion in the city.
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Kuchi didn't believe it, but could only shake his head. He was stunned for a while, but another wounded person was sent outside the tent. The wounded man was shot in the chest, and it looked like he was hopeless. The special thing about this man is that he has always been
Cursing Ben in a low voice.
Kuchi recognized the wounded man at a glance as his colleague and one of Ben's close confidants. But now he was sent to the hospital...
"Tom, this is Cookie. What's wrong with you?" Cookie asked in surprise.
The wounded man later looked at Couch and said with full hatred: "I sent a report to Ben, but after reading the report, he got angry on the spot and shot me casually. That bastard, I cursed him.
hell."
"What report did you send?"
"Soyo, Bann's lair, Soyo, was occupied by the Aurora Legion, and our retreat was cut off."