Twenty minutes later, Qin Fei sat on a stump about a few hundred meters from the river, he unloaded his combat vest and ammunition and other burdens, and took out his medical kit to treat his wounds.
So far, Qin Fei still hasn't determined who the red beret guy he killed is.
It seems that that guy is a big man, and his death will definitely cause chaos for the rebels for a while, at least for the time being, he still has some time to deal with the gunshot wound, otherwise he will not go far with the gunshot wound.
There are now two ways in front of me - take it out immediately, or save it for the doctor to take it out at the hospital after you get to Liberty City.
From a security point of view, the second one is undoubtedly the best choice, but judging from the current situation, Qin Fei has to take out the warhead as soon as possible.
Because he had to go through a long escape road, the warhead left in his body would cause severe pain, and the constant friction of muscle tissue could lead to constant bleeding.
Sooner or later, the warhead will have to be taken, and it will take at least ten hours from here to Port Loko, and it will take a few more to take a boat from Port Loko to Liberty City, and it will be like a second sin if it is dismantled after the blood is clotted, and it will cause a second injury.
More importantly, most of the bullets used by the rebels here are made locally, and the production process is very rough, and some bullets contain heavy metals such as lead, which can cause poisoning if they stay for too long, and Qin Fei does not want to let himself die of acute tetanus.
Due to the location of the wound, Qin Fei couldn't see everything in the wound clearly, which gave him a headache.
There were pliers in the medical bag, and Qin Fei decided to use a method that extremely tested his patience to take out the warhead, that is, relying on the pliers to reach into the bullet hole and pull it out by touch.
Treating wounds in the field is a technical task, and the general army has a health soldier trained in health first aid to be responsible for this work, but Qin Fei knows what to do.
He didn't know why he knew how to deal with his wounds so well, but the knowledge remained in his mind like words engraved in stone, popping up whenever he needed it.
A strange troop number suddenly popped into his mind, 203...... 203？
What is this?
In an instant, many faces appeared in his mind, all of them were soldiers, wearing camouflage uniforms, everyone was talking and laughing in the field, obviously training.
A small man's face appeared and roared at everyone......
This little man really looks like Lei Gong described in mythological stories......
Qin Fei shook his head vigorously, he had always had this kind of hallucination recently, he felt that this should be the picture left by his previous service.
But I have retired and committed crimes, but unfortunately, those pictures, the emotions between comrades-in-arms are so heartwarming.
Even, that little officer who looked like Lei Gong didn't look suspicious at all.
While looking for disinfectant water in the medical bag, Qin Fei discovered a serious problem.
Medical kits and water bottles, it's all over.
Several AK47 bullets fired at his right side not only pierced his water bottle, but also pierced the bottle containing disinfectant water.
Now the only thing that can be used in the bag is a fast hemostatic agent and hemostatic cotton and self-adhesive gauze.
"I ......"
Qin Fei sighed, almost scolding his mother again.
However, he still felt that this was already a great luck in misfortune, he was shot by the red beret at close range with a desert eagle, but he didn't wear the body armor, and the AK-47 used by the rebel soldier who shot at him from the side used an earthen bullet, which had broken a small tree before hitting Qin Fei, and then penetrated the kettle, so it didn't penetrate directly into the abdominal cavity.
Compared with the loss of a bottle of disinfectant and a household drinking water, it is already a blessing in misfortune.
There is no disinfectant water, so we can only rely on the old method of disinfection - high temperature.
Qin Fei took out a chainsaw in the tool attachment bag, picked up a dry branch, and just wanted to do it, he thought about it and put down his things again, and observed the surroundings.
Then he stood up and walked more than 20 meters away, tied the pull ring of a grenade to a small vine, and pulled the tiny vine horizontally in the grass.
In this way, as long as someone passes by, the grenade will definitely be triggered, and at least you can have a little time to escape.
Back in place, Qin Fei used the chainsaw to constantly pull back and forth on the wooden stick, and the fine sawdust began to fall on both sides of the stick, and soon, due to the continuous pulling, the chainsaw and the wooden stick produced high temperatures, and the incision gradually darkened.
Finally, a little bit of spark appeared, and Qin Fei hurriedly put the sawdust lightly on the Mars and blew it with the gentlest blow.
Luckily, the fire was finally lit.
Qin Fei grabbed a handful of dead leaves and put them on, and put a few small wooden sticks.
Making a fire in the jungle might reveal his whereabouts, but Qin Fei had no choice but to do all this and escape as soon as possible.
After putting the pliers on the fire and roasting them for a while, Qin Fei sat on the ground and stuffed a wooden stick into his mouth to bite it, and then put the pliers into the already bloody bullet hole......
"Hmm-" An indescribable pain came from the wound, Qin Fei kept trembling like a fish that had been electrocuted, his face suddenly turned red, his eyes almost fell to the ground, and the wooden stick in his mouth was about to rattle.
It was a complex type of pain, with burning pain and the pain of a muscle wound being touched.
Qin Fei knew that he must not back down, once he took the pliers back, he was not sure if he would have the courage to repeat this torturous procedure again.
The pliers seem to have touched something.
Warhead!
Qin Fei was overjoyed in his heart.
Then take a deep breath as he has to open the pliers to catch the springtail.
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Expanding in a wound is also a fatal thing.
Ready, Qin Fei was ruthless and opened his pliers.
"Hmm-" He once again felt the feeling of almost fainting brought about by the extreme pain, this pain made tears ooze from the corners of Qin Fei's eyes, but he didn't cry, he was just laughing.
The pain was extreme, and it turned into laughter.
Click- The tip of the pliers grabbed the unit, Qin Fei gritted his teeth and pulled hard, and the warhead suddenly gushed out of the wound with a stream of blood.
Qin Fei fell to the ground like a dead dog, sweating profusely and soaking his whole body, cursing constantly in his mouth.
"I'm ......
No way......
I'll fuck you uncle......"
After a few breaths of relief, Qin Fei quickly sat up in pain, poured the rapid hemostatic agent on the wound, then sealed it with cotton wool, and finally wrapped it in self-adhesive gauze.
After doing all this, after the extreme pain just now, Qin Fei really felt that the wound felt much better.
But he knew that this was not the end of the matter, and that he had to get out of here immediately.
This place is too close to the place where he killed just now, and if the hunter tracks him here, he will be in big trouble.
As soon as he packed up his things and stood up, he heard the "boom" of the grenade he had arranged thirty meters away.
Apparently, someone was following him.
Qin Fei won the Mark Six lottery again.
Obviously, the tripping mine he had arranged was not discovered by the hunter first, and it was probably triggered by some hapless rebel soldier who scattered the search.
Without further ado, Qin Fei picked up the gun, stepped on the fire, and ran into the dense forest with grinning.