"I'll bandage your wounds" Molina moves quickly.
After bandaging the wound on Lao Maozi's arm, the two did not communicate more, and turned back to the sniper position.
Lao Maozi's nerves didn't dare to relax in the slightest.
The only thing that makes Desert Combat worry-free is that you don't have to worry about the weather being too bad.
Even if it's four or five o'clock in the morning. pursed his lips, the old Maozi had a slag on the side of his mouth, but there was no spit on his beard.
Not because the beard is too short, but because the mouth is too dry.
"What the hell do Americans want to do?"
A full hour had passed, but the Americans on the opposite side had never launched any more attacks.
This made him a little confused.
The U.S.
Marine Corps, which has nearly 20 people, is enough to bulldoze a Ribiya army or government army of nearly 100 people with their superiority in equipment, but now there is no movement.
This has to be surprising.
Raise your sniper rifle in your hand.
I looked through the night vision device on the scope and looked into the distance, a distance of 400 meters.
The thermal imaging night vision device on the sniper rifle is not of good quality and is blurry.
Because of the high temperature in the desert, it is difficult to tell which heat sources are people and which are heat accumulated in the sand.
But there was still no movement.
Old Maozi could almost tell that the Americans were hiding behind the row of sand belts at the end of the field of vision, but these damn Yankees were too cautious.
Now, as soon as the Americans stay put, it will be even more difficult to capture the target.
The sand dunes below him should be about a meter higher than the surrounding area, and Lao Maozi was not very sure that he would be able to kill the Americans in this position.
And when all sides are flat, high terrain is not necessarily a good thing, and it is easy to be hunted.
So after observing for a while.
Lao Maozi quickly left the dunes and returned to his original sniper position.
"How about the Americans and there is no movement" "No damn Yankees are too timid to even pop their heads out" Lao Maozi and the doctor asked and answered.
But Lao Maozi suddenly realized that he seemed to be missing something.
No, they're waiting for dawn Damn it Those Yankees were waiting for dawn.
"Crumbs" It's different from what they've been prepared for.
The Americans set out in a hurry from the Carrera military base and did not necessarily all carry night vision devices with them.
That's why they temporarily stopped attacking just now.
Lao Maozi was suddenly a little annoyed, what the hell, they undoubtedly missed the best time to hunt, if they had been more bold just now, they might even have killed all the damn guys on the other side.
I have to say that the luck of the Americans is really good.
Just in time for the doctor to operate on the duke.
The people of the Hunter Mercenary Regiment were worried that the Americans would interrupt the operation when they rushed over, and they didn't think so much about it at all.
But now it's too late.
There was already a glimmer of light in the distance.
As soon as the morning dawns, those Americans should start a new attack.
Little by little, time passed.
The temperature in the desert reaches its lowest at almost 5 o'clock in the morning.
It was still a little dark.
The gunfire stopped, and Molina fell asleep in a daze, but her nerves were still tighter than normal.
So almost as soon as Li Changjiang's voice came into her ears, she was immediately awakened.
"Cold" what She didn't hear clearly.
"Cold" This time, Li Changjiang's voice was very clear.
Mo Lina quickly reached out and pinched Li Changjiang's bloody left hand.
Oh, my God "It's so cold" Some of them let go of their hands as if they were electrocuted, and then quickly pulled them up again, and Molina suddenly fell asleep.
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It's too cold There was even some trembling.
Hell, how could his body temperature come down so quickly, and it would turn cold If it weren't for Li Changjiang's mouth still shouting something, Mo Lina would even think that she was holding a corpse instead of a big living person.
In fact, this phenomenon of Li Changjiang is completely a common phenomenon of hot and cold after surgery, and this situation will inevitably occur when the operation is carried out without any disinfection and anti-inflammatory treatment.
On the other side, Lao Maozi and the doctor were still forcibly cheering up, staring at the attack route in their field of vision, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.
Molina glanced in the direction of the two of them, but it was clear that they couldn't do anything better.
He pursed his lips.
Molina suddenly took off her shirt, her white skin exposed to the air.
She didn't think that she was taking advantage of the danger of others, the man in front of her now needed body temperature, and hugged Li Changjiang tightly.
Both of them shivered a little.
After a long while, Li Changjiang's body temperature gradually returned to normal, and the sky was already bright at this time.
Somewhat confused.
After a long struggle, Li Changjiang's consciousness gradually woke up.
Open your eyes.
There seems to be something strange on his body.
Naturally, he didn't know that this was the smell of Molina's body, and the wound in his chest was no longer so painful.
In this case, Li Changjiang was actually tantamount to turning in a circle in the hands of death, and the two sharp changes in body temperature were resolved.
"God, you're finally awake" When she saw the camouflage-covered guy waking up and looking at herself, Molina suddenly blushed a little.
She is a woman after all.
There is no distinction between skin color and race.
However, from Li Changjiang's eyes, she didn't see any look other than confusion, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
"Where are we, old hair?"
"We're still in the desert, are you talking about that Russian, where he is."
Molina quickly pointed in the direction ahead.
Li Changjiang struggled to sit up, but the feeling in his chest still made him frown.
As soon as he moved it, blood oozed from the bandage.
"Fack" Somewhat annoyed, he continued to lie down.
Li Changjiang was helpless.
The wound on his chest had almost exhausted his strength, and it was difficult to even sit up, and his mouth was constantly panting.
But just now, he also figured out a lot of things.
Since they are not dead, and this Italian female journalist is still here, it means that the Americans did not kill them.
As long as you are not dead, there is hope.
You have to give yourself some hope, no.
Hope always opens up incredible potential.
After a few breaths, and when his strength recovered a little, Li Changjiang gestured to the female reporter next to him, and the magic man couldn't stop him, so he had to support his back from behind and let him sit up as much as possible.
After a long while, Li Changjiang felt that the feeling of dizziness disappeared a little, and then waved his hand to let Mo Lina let go of him.
People who have been sick for a long time will actually know.
If you lie down for too long, you will have this feeling of dizziness, and Li Changjiang's blood loss is also relatively serious, so it takes a long time to sit up and adapt.
He had just sat up.
It's not far from the two.
The sound of Lao Maozi pulling the bolt suddenly came to his ears.
Then there was a banging gunshot.
After a night of hibernation, the Americans finally couldn't take it anymore Although the Yangtze River has been taken advantage of, it is better to ask for a monthly pass. t1706231537: