"Give me a bandage."
Somewhat flustered, she handed the gauze in her hand to the British, and Molina's arm trembled slightly.
The sound of gunfire in his ears seemed to be approaching at any moment, but the movements of the British doctor's hand in front of him did not slow down, but became more and more delicate.
Take the gauze.
The doctor quickly cleaned the wound on Li Changjiang's sternum, sutured the flesh and skin, fixed the wound with duct tape, and finally used gauze through the back to completely bandage the wound.
After all this is done.
He didn't even have time to catch his breath when he picked up the AK rifle behind him and rushed out behind him.
"You help me take care of him."
Plunged headlong into the defensive line.
The firepower of the Americans is too strong, and Lao Maozi and the killers have been suppressed to the point that it is difficult to counterattack.
"Hell, I'm out of bullets" Throwing away the AK rifle in his hand with some chagrin, "Killer" Garcia quickly took out a modified Makarov pistol imitating the Russian from his waist.
But the 12-round ammunition capacity is simply not effective for the current battle.
Shots were fired in succession, and the bullets quickly ran out.
Click.
He had to take advantage of the gap between the old man's cover to push a new magazine into the chamber.
But the Americans' sense of battle is simply too sharp.
As soon as the gunfire on the killer's side stopped.
They immediately realized that the other party must have run out of bullets, and raised their guns and began to shoot saturation.
The gunfire was immediately dense.
The bullet beckoned to Lao Maozi and the killer as if they didn't want money. boom burst The bullet pierced directly into the sand in front of him, and his heart suddenly cooled.
"Fake: I was hit" The bullet punched a row of bullet holes in the sand.
Rolling around to avoid the bullet that followed, and immediately checked the injury, the killer had to be a little glad that the bullet only grazed his shoulder and was fine, but the shot just now was too dangerous.
If the target had deviated a little more, the bullet would have struck him not only in the shoulder, but in the neck.
Those damn Yankees.
The 4 carbine was too powerful.
"Money fans, we're about to be unstoppable, crumbs" Lao Maozi leaned down and did not answer.
Just turned around and glanced at the position behind him, the doctor's operation was over.
"How's the boss?"
As soon as the doctor lay down, Peter was forced to lower his head when he was hit by a barrage of bullets, unable to move at all.
"If we were lucky enough to find anti-inflammatory drugs within five hours to stop the wound from becoming inflamed and infected, then he would have survived."
The doctor's implication was clear.
If you can't find those things to reduce the wound for 5 hours, then the Duke is very likely to be in danger.
Damn it Only 5 hours The time was so short that it was difficult for them to rush out and find the medicine they needed in five hours.
The Americans simply won't let them get out of here easily.
What the hell This is Ribia, not in Paris.
"Crumbs, we have to kill those Americans before we can get out of reasonable" The distance of the Americans is not far, and Lao Maozi has basically judged that the Americans are definitely not 400 meters away from them, or even shorter.
The variables of this distance are simply too great.
The buffer zone in the middle was too short, and it only took a few breaths for the Americans to concentrate their superior firepower and rush over.
"Killer, you take the keyboard to the right side to prevent the Americans from raiding from there, doctor, you stay here."
Lao Maozi quickly drew up a new battle plan.
On the right is a wavy dune with a difference of several meters from the top and bottom, and it is difficult to guarantee that Americans will not rush up from the terrain, while on the left is a relatively high ground, or a sand dune that is not very obvious.
The slope is not large, but it is enough for Lao Maozi to make long-distance observations.
After separate actions.
The gunfire suddenly fell silent, and no one fired a shot.
"Fack, what the hell are those guys doing" Esterson lay on the sand, his face a little embarrassed, sweat already wetting his entire upper shirt, but no one flinched at this moment.
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They all understood what kind of people were on the other side, and in a way, the enemy on the other side was more elite than them.
What the hell are these goddamn mercenaries trying to do "Eisen, we should rush over here, those damn guys are out of bullets."
A non-commissioned officer from the Marine Corps pointed to the location of the sand dunes on the left.
“no” But Esterson didn't take what seemed to be the best route right now.
"Why" "Fake, what the hell do you think those damn guys won't notice this route."
It suddenly became quiet.
Li Changjiang's thoughts were very chaotic.
Consciousness struggled out of the darkness, and just wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't hold them open, and a piercing pain in his chest invaded.
I couldn't help but snort coldly.
"Oh God, you're finally awake, are you okay" It's the Italian female journalist.
Eyes rolled.
Li Changjiang wanted to open his eyes, but eventually gave up on the idea.
I just pursed my lips and tried to speak, but my throat seemed to hurt as if it had been cut by a knife.
Although the wound was not seriously inflamed and infected, Li Changjiang's condition was not good now, his body temperature rose sharply, and his throat seemed to be burned.
Apparently, he had a fever.
Postoperative fever is an extremely common phenomenon, and even in a highly modern operating room, the incision can cause a local infection, let alone when the surgery is performed in such an environment.
Under normal circumstances, some drugs can lower the body temperature, but at the moment, it is a little troublesome for Li Changjiang.
It's even a little tricky.
"Oh my God, you're having a fever, what to do, God, you're so hot" Molina soon noticed that something was wrong with the duke, and her body temperature began to rise frighteningly.
"Water, do you have water?"
water Damn, where are you going to find water now.
The supplies brought back by the doctors were basically burned by American rockets, and it was almost impossible to find water in the desert.
"No sorry, there's no water now damn it, can you still hold on" Li Changjiang couldn't hear Mo Lina's words clearly, and his consciousness was now very simple, that is, he needed to replenish water.
It's an instinct of the body.
Lao Maozi almost crawled from the sand to Li Changjiang's side.
"Boss, you're awake" "Water I need water" Li Changjiang is still repeating the same content in his mouth.
Hell yes Now where to go and get him water?
"He has a fever and now he has to be given water to save him" Molina felt a little frightened, but at least she was conscious.
"Crumbs" Lao Maozi's gaze suddenly fell on the Buck knife on the ground, and as soon as he frowned, he grabbed the knife and stabbed it in the arm.
"Oh God" Molina closed her eyes in some panic, but quickly opened them again.
The scene in front of me was a little hard to accept.
That rough-looking Russian man was actually feeding that guy with blood, God Blood dripped down Lao Maozi's arm onto Li Changjiang's lips, and he was confused, but he could still feel water entering his mouth.
Almost instinctively, he began to swallow saliva and swallow the blood on Lao Maozi's arm.
After about a minute, seeing that the duke seemed to be asleep again, Lao Maozi held the wound down.
"Hey, wait" Just pulled out his legs to leave Molina suddenly stopped him. t1706231537: