Super Special Forces King

Chapter 382: Battlefield first aid

Chapter 382 Battlefield First Aid

382.

The mercenaries who entered the central area of ​​the booby trap lost Johnson's figure, and they all stopped, and the entire jungle was restored to tranquility again, but this tranquility was a little too much, full of murderous air!

Johnson was hiding behind the tree with his gun, and the muzzle was locked to the mercenary in the distance. Because of the existence of the holographic infrared scope, the enemy's whereabouts were nowhere to be seen.

He did not act rashly, but lowered his voice and said, "Brother Feng, when shall we do it?"

"You and I only exist to pay off the fish caught in the net. You don't need to do anything, and wait for them to die!" Although Zhao Qiang's injury made him full of anger, it did not make Zhang Feng lose his mind. The perverted training he has undergone has long allowed him to maintain an absolutely clear mind under any circumstances.

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The dancer quickly found the first aid kit in the leader's cave, opened it, and saw that there was an infusion tube inside, and he was a little relieved.

He rushed out with his first aid kit, threw himself down beside Zhao Qiang, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Qiang, you must stay awake, you know! You must stay awake! Don't pass out!"

He has checked the first aid kit, there is anesthetic in it, but the measurement is too small, only local anesthesia, not enough general anesthesia. Surgery has to touch the large arteries, even local anesthesia is not something ordinary people can bear!

Zhao Qiang's face was already pale as gold paper, and he squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, and said with a breath: "The dancer, I just heard... what you said. Even if I die... You have to live too... Brother Feng needs help."

The dancer licked his lips, took out the syringe and injected the anesthetic into Zhao Qiang's leg. Waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, take out your butterfly knife to wipe the blood stains clean, and use alcohol to sterilize it as a scalpel.

When the anesthetic started to work, he said in a deep voice, "Zhao Qiang, be sure to hold back." As he said, he took off the muffler installed on the muzzle and stuffed it into his mouth for him to bite, so as to prevent it from being bitten by pain. tongue.

The roots of Zhao Qiang's thighs were already slightly purple because of the tight binding of the cloth strip for too long. Although this method can stop the bleeding urgently, the absence of blood in the tissue over time can easily lead to tissue necrosis, and it may even never recover.

He stretched out his hand and slowly untied the tied cloth strips, and blood suddenly rushed out from the broken arteries, splashed on the dancer's face, and instantly changed his face completely bright red.

Turning his head slightly to avoid the blood flow, the dancer closed his breath and carefully controlled the butterfly knife in his hand to approach Zhao Qiang's wound.

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Finally some of the confused mercenaries couldn't help it, and cautiously searched around.

He had just walked out of a distance of about ten meters, and he felt something of a break under his feet. Squatting down in surprise, ready to check.

The grenade exploded suddenly! His lowered head was the first to bear the brunt of the explosion, and his upper body was almost torn apart by the fragments. The lower half of the body was lifted by the shock wave of the explosion and flew up to a distance of six or seven meters. The messy internal organs were scattered on the ground. Those who are already dead cannot die again.

The mercenaries in the distance held up their guns nervously, looking for the enemy everywhere. In the dark, they don't have night vision or infrared equipment. They can only rely on the dim moonlight to see things, plus the dense leaves, the visibility is too low.

Many mercenaries swallowed fiercely. This feeling was really too awkward. They didn't know where the secret enemy was hiding, and even more so, they didn't know where a grenade would come out.

"We are crowded, everyone is scattered!" someone in the team shouted loudly.

Hearing his words, Zhang Feng's mouth evoked a murderous sneer. There were many people? is that useful? Booby traps can be eliminated by too many people.

Booby mines play with psychology, which is a great test of the psychology and intelligence of mine mines, and the psychological endurance of mine mines.

Booby traps, the key point is the word ‘cunning’. No one knows where Ray is arranged? How many to arrange? It is a chain reaction. Even with a clear vision, trying to get rid of booby traps is the end of a life of death, let alone this kind of night.

If there are people who are proficient in booby traps among the other's mercenaries, they should tell everyone to stay where they are, and wait until tomorrow morning to carefully clear the mines. At that time, they may be able to go out with a group of lives. But unfortunately, the other party does not have such a person.

The mercenaries searching around kept triggering booby mines and were killed directly in the explosion.

Some people are the organs of booby traps that touched them, their bodies instantly fell to the ground and waited for a long time, but nothing happened. Although he was not dead, he lost half of his three souls and seven souls.

This feeling makes them more and more fearful, because you don't know when you will die. The process of waiting for death is far more frightening than death itself!

The mercenaries who had been dispersed once again gathered in the safe middle area, but the hundred people just now became more than 80 people, and a dozen people died in a short time.

The corpses were scattered around, but none of these corpses were intact, and they were healthy without arms or legs.

The blood stained the grass red, and the internal organs exuded a foul smell, which was disgusting.

The surviving mercenaries were all nervously looking around. In such an extremely depressed situation, their nerves jumped tightly.

With his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes full of cold light of killing, Zhang Feng said solemnly: "Johnson, they are on the verge of collapse, and they will be named every three minutes! I'll see what Zhao Qiang is doing! "

"Okay, I understand. Brother Feng!" Johnson replied.

Now there is no suspense here. The mercenaries of the Fire Ant Mercenary Corps are all trained refugees. The essence is just a mob. Now their spirits have collapsed, and there is no suspense about the ending, it is nothing more than a matter of time. Although they still have eighty people, it is enough to leave Johnson alone here.

Zhang Feng's only concern now was the safety of Zhao Qiang, and he ran quickly towards the resident.

The choreographer finally completed the emergency operation, and the sweat on his face was densely covered with the blood splashed on Zhao Qiang.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang's breathing became extremely weak due to excessive blood loss. He was completely hanging on one breath, and he might die at any time.

Throwing the butterfly knife that had been completely dyed in red on the ground, the dancer quickly took out the infusion tube to connect the needle, and quickly plunged into the blood vessel on the back of his hand, and the other end was plunged into the blood vessel of Zhao Qiang.

I am in a hurry, and now I can only use the most rude way to give Zhao Qiang a blood transfusion. Although there may be rejection, in order to hang Zhao Qiang's life until the arrival of the doctor, there is no choice!

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