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"That young man, bring me the scalpel, yes, it's in that box!" Xiao

Xian rummaged back and forth in a large medicine box, and took out a neatly packed package, which was hard to the touch, obviously covered with some kind of metal, and he handed it to the military doctor.

"Thank you!"

"Ahhh

It is no longer possible to simply take out the bullet through external force, but only to operate on the spot.

"Child, I'm going to cut your flesh through this wound now, but the conditions here are limited, and we don't have anesthetic!" the military doctor said softly as he looked at the wounded in front of him.

Judging from the movements and voice, this is a female military doctor, although she is wearing a mask and is very well disguised, she can still distinguish it.

The wounded man was a young man, probably about 20 years old.

The top of his shoulder was already stained red with blood, and the clothes there had been cut open with medical scissors, revealing a hideous wound.

is different from the roundness of the gunshot wound in the TV series and movie, Xiao Xian only took the first look, and he couldn't bear to look at it a second time.

The wound under the skull of the warrior's shoulder looked like it had been eaten by a wild beast, and the whole mark was irregular in shape.

It was also a blasting laceration.

It is difficult to deal with, and without anesthetic, the pain during this period will be unimaginable.

"As long as you can survive and kill the enemy!" the young warrior said indifferently, the expression on his face indifferent.

The military doctor's eyes moistened, "Then I'm going to start the operation now, you bear with me, I will take out the bullet as soon as possible!"

"Come on

..." "Ah..."

The screaming voice sounded at this moment, and the severe pain caused his body to spasm and produce unnatural movements.

Several fighters, who were already ready, immediately stepped forward and held his body down, and between struggling and trembling, the soldier was forcibly immobilized.

The expression on his face was hideous, painful, unwilling, angry, but powerless.

The picture of the scalpel stirring the flesh and blood, Xiao Xian did the processing, and used a blurry filter.

However, even so, many people outside the live broadcast room can't stand it anymore.

"Woo, brothers, I can't stand it, I'll go out first to get some air

!" "I'll go to your *** book, when I see this gunshot wound, I will be angry!" "

Why does it hurt so much, and it's not like this in

movies and TV series?" "How naïve are you, I still discuss movies and TV series here after watching it for so long, I suspect that Xiao Xian has crossed over, and restored the battlefield 1:1, it's too real." "

......

Xiao Xian stood up and continued to run around the battlefield, helping back and forth.

There was a soldier whose leg was blown off by a bomb, because the wound was not treated in time, he lost too much blood, and closed his eyes forever in his brother's arms.

There was a female warrior who was stabbed three times by the enemy in order to protect the child hidden in the attic

, and she was dying! On the other side, Xiao Xian saw the little soldier who had protected him before, and put the corpses of his brothers in his team together.

Kneeling on the ground, crying silently.

Xiao Xian saw him looking at the corpse of the burly soldier who was 1.85 meters and said, "Brother Zhuang, I didn't find your three fingers, I'm sorry..."

My daughter's flute is so good, I used to sleep every night to play the flute, I came out for three years, and now I should be more than eight years old, Lao Kong and I don't have all five tones, but my daughter is with her mother, I saved a sum of money, and I plan to send her to learn music after the war

?" "Is it true, you are bragging, right?" "

Roll the calf, I have a picture of my daughter, show you..."

Fart, when Lao Tzu was young, he was also a handsome person!

" "You just blow it..."Xiao

Xian looked at this short peaceful world with tears in his eyes, and under the night, the sound of death's footsteps resounded everywhere on the land that remained after the war.

The only warmth seems out of place in this world.

Every moment a life falls, and they symbolize the unyielding and loyal souls.

In this night sky, singing military songs and playing military trumpets, they strode into the distance.

In another world, they are still soldiers of Huaxia, and they are war spirits that cannot be destroyed.

They have to fight to the death against the souls of their enemies in another dimension different from the real world.

The soul

of the Sichuan army will usher in a more brilliant bloom in the near future