Rolans stared blankly at the people running in all directions. The situation was chaotic, and there were shouts everywhere. But when he listened carefully, it seemed that most of the screams were coming from his side.
Among the screams, there seemed to be a lot of angry curses and shouts.
Help, I'm hurt! "
Get me some ammo, where's the ammo, I need bullets and rifle grenades.
Is anyone there? What's going on outside?
Hurry up and bring the machine gun over, you idiot, stop looking around and squat down. Do you want to be shot?
Because of the chaos, Roland was lying on the ground, trembling in fear. He felt that his heart was beating like a little white rabbit. What the hell happened?
The more Rolans thought about it, the more afraid he became. He simply hugged his head and lay on the ground, pretending to be dead. Oh, no, pretending to be dead was too ugly. It should be called acting dumb. He didn't want to fight back, nor did he want to get up to help his comrades. However, the gunshots around him reminded him that this was not a good time to play dumb. "Because usually, if you play dumb during work, the boss will fire you or deduct your salary. But if you play dumb at this critical juncture!" Then prepare to go to hell and play with Satan.
Trembling, Rolans lay on the ground for a few minutes. He felt that this wasn't a good idea. If he kept lying on the ground, if an enemy ran past him and saw him pretending to be dead, they might stab him with a bayonet. If that was the case, then it wouldn't be fun.
Thinking of this, he raised his head again and looked around. Suddenly, he felt that someone was looking at him from behind. He didn't dare to look up, but the feeling was getting stronger and stronger. Suddenly, he thought of a good idea. Since he couldn't look up, why not turn over and look down?
Thinking of this, Rolans cursed himself for being an idiot. He adjusted his breathing and turned around. Oh my god! Half a meter behind him was a person lying on the ground, clutching his chest. He looked like he was injured. Flustered, Rolans finally pulled out his gun and pointed it at the person. He saw the person's hand reaching out as if to stop him from shooting. Feeling strange, Rolans took a closer look. Oh my god, it's a NY military uniform! So it's one of us. That scared me to death. I thought it was a monkey from the Red Planet. Luckily I didn't open fire. Otherwise, I would have made a huge mistake.
Seeing that it was one of his own, Rolans crawled to the other party's side. What happened to you? Where are you injured? The injured NY man's hands were covered in blood. He trembled as he took out an ID from his pocket. Rolans took it out and opened it. He immediately knew the other party's identity.
"Li Wenzhong, commander of the 33rd Regiment of the NY Special Mixed Brigade."
Is your wound in your chest?
Hearing Rolans's words, the regiment commander named Li Wenzhong seemed to be speechless. Judging from the other party's silence, Li Wenzhong guessed that the other party had injured his lungs or some other part of his body, causing him to be unable to speak. Li Wenzhong pulled out the bayonet that was tied to his leg and used hand gestures and words to indicate that he would not harm the other party. He only wanted to cut open the other party's clothes to check the condition of the wound.
After obtaining the other party's consent, Li Wenzhong carefully cut open the wound that was a mixture of dirty blood and mud. Using the light from the campfire, he saw that there were quite a few shrapnel shrapnel on both sides of the chest. The wound on the left side was more serious. The shrapnel seemed to have penetrated into the flesh. The wound was bigger and blood was still slowly flowing out.
Seeing such a situation, Rolans was a little anxious. I'll help you find some bandages and painkillers. Wait for me. After saying that, he put the pistol back into the holster and crawled over to pick up his rifle. After taking a deep breath, he quickly crawled to the tent of the military doctor's camp. Anxious, Rolans crawled while shouting for help. After crawling for less than two meters, he suddenly heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw that it was Kabili. That guy was hugging an M60 machine gun and lying on the ground, waving at him non-stop.
Seeing that it was his comrade, Rolans perked up and crawled over. Hey, brother, how are you? Hearing Rolans's voice, Kabili's face turned a little pale under the campfire. Perhaps it was because he was frightened, he stuttered a little.
I'm fine. There's no … no … no injuries on my body. Did you … did you see … Bici, Bruce, and Tom? Rolans shook his head. "I didn't see them!" When the explosion happened, I was sleeping. I was in a daze. Until now, I still don't know what happened.
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