Super Special Forces King

Chapter 381

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Almost all the remaining people in the fire ant mercenary camp are wounded, and the others are also helping the wounded.

Zhang Feng took the M4A1 out of the cave, squatted halfway, and the red shadows were extremely clear under the holographic infrared scope. As for whether it was a wounded, it was not in his consideration.

In his eyes, there is only the difference between the living and the dead.

Mercenaries, as war mongers, will pull the trigger on the enemy as long as they have a breath.

Only when they are completely eliminated can they be considered safe.

They didn't expect that someone else would show up, and it was from where the group leader lived.

Quick burst, move, burst, move. Zhang Feng kept repeating the killing action, which was pulling the trigger.

Repeated actions, without any hesitation, without any mercy, or even any feelings. The training of special forces is to train people as machines for killing on the battlefield. The existence of emotions will make people make non-absolutely rational judgments and behaviors! The result of non-absolutely sensible judgment and behavior is accelerated demise.

The M4A1 equipped with a silencer made a deep gunshot, but the muzzle was extremely dazzling. In three minutes, both the injured and the mercenaries who rescued the wounded were completely dead.

The corpses of the fire ant mercenary regiment were all over the field, and the blood gathered, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The wild beasts in the jungle were roaring in bursts, and they also smelled the smell of fresh blood, but the explosions, fires and harsh gunfire made them afraid to approach.

Stepping on the blood in the pool, he made a sound of "pupu". After carefully looking around to make sure that there was no livelihood, Zhang Feng said in a low voice: "Second strong son, I have seen your position. I will go to save you immediately. , How is the situation with you two, the dancer?

"Brother Feng, the number of enemies has entered the central area of ​​the booby trap at this moment. About a hundred people have entered the center of the booby trap." Johnson said with a painful face, crawling on the ground.

"Brother Feng...Mad, I'll call you a lunatic. Madman, Johnson suffered two gunshot wounds, so it shouldn’t be a serious problem.” The dancer said.

"I'm fine! Brother Feng, don't care about me." Johnson said rushingly.

"I know. Now the enemy in the resident has been swept away by me. After I check the situation of the second strong son, I will support you two." Zhang Feng said, quickly ran towards the second strong son hiding place.

Pulling away the broken wood covering him, Zhang Feng was shocked, Zhao Qiang's face paled for a while, without any blood at all.

Looking down at the wound on his thigh, the surprise in his heart turned even more.

The penetrating injury did not hurt the bone, but it shot off the artery, and the wound caused by the bullet hole was the size of a child's fist.

Fortunately, Zhao Qiang tightly tied the root of the thigh with a cloth strip to prevent hemorrhage caused by the arteries being shot.

Even so, Zhao Qiang's life was hanging by a thread because of excessive blood loss.

At this moment, his expression was a little trance, his lips were pale and still trembling, and his face was covered with cold sweat. This was a sign of shock due to excessive blood loss.

"Made! Zhao Qiang wake up! Wake up. I am your brother Feng." Zhang Feng kept roaring in Zhao Qiang's ear while slapped his face with his hands.

Zhao Qiang reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids in a daze, and said weakly, "Brother Feng...I am...I'm going to die...cough cough."

"Cao Nima, don't talk such nonsense to Lao Tzu, die Nima die. You have to live well for Lao Tzu. Now I order you to stare at my eyes wide."

Zhang Feng roared in a deep voice: "Mike Mike!"

"Brother Feng, I'm here!" Started by Zhang Feng's roar, he quickly said: "Brother Feng, what can I do."

"You and Zhai Qiang will find me a doctor in Rwanda, no matter what method I use, I will find a doctor immediately! Now I will come here as quickly as possible! And Zhao Qiang is of type B blood, so prepare a lot of plasma!"

Hearing that, Mike didn't dare to hesitate, "Okay, Brother Feng, it takes four hours at the earliest to get to your current location from the city. I promise to be there within four hours."

"Three hours! Up to three hours. If the second strong son dies, I don't know what I will do!" Zhang Feng's voice has become cold. Zhao Qiang grew up with him and was his first and most precious brother. The two grew up wearing a pair of trousers, and their feelings were not imaginable by others.

"Okay... OK! I promise Brother Feng, three hours will definitely be sent over." Mike didn't dare to argue any more.

Zhang Feng quickly threw the backpack on his back on the ground, took out the adrenaline for emergency use from it, extracted it with a syringe, and quickly injected it into Zhao Qiang's meridians.

Although adrenaline makes the blood flow faster, the amount of bleeding is even greater. But it also makes people excited. If Zhao Qiang is so confused, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for the doctor to come over.

"Crazy man, I have studied battlefield rescue systematically, and my blood is O type blood. There must be a first aid kit in the fire ant mercenary group, and there must be an infusion tube in it. I can give him blood!" The dancer said quickly.

Zhao Qiang was shot for saving him, and now it is even more at stake. It is impossible for a dancer to watch him coldly.

There was a glimmer of hope in Zhang Feng's heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will take your position right now, and I must save the second strong son!"

"Crazy man. He is not only your brother, but also my brother! He died today, I die! He lives, I live!" From the moment Zhao Qiang exposed himself to save him, the dancer regarded him as a brother. The most indispensable thing the intelligence department lacks is intrigue, and it can even be said that he has fewer dancers than Zhang Feng's brothers and friends. As long as he is regarded as a brother by his dancer, it is a lifetime.

Zhang Feng didn't say anything else, and said to Zhao Qiang who was sober because of the adrenaline: "Second strong son, if you die, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"

"Feng...Brother, I must be alive." The smile on Zhao Qiang's face was extremely bleak.

"Wait for me." Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and finished, swiftly rushing towards the position of the dancer. Handing over the lurking position to Zhang Feng, the dancer got up and quickly ran to Zhao Qiang's side, and quickly checked the wound, which was more serious than he thought.

How to deal with a broken artery, he learned it when he was systematically learning battlefield rescue, but he hadn't actually practiced it on a living person.

Now they can only treat dead horses as living horse doctors! But find the first aid kit before you start. This kind of thing will be put around by everyone to feel at ease.

The dancer got up and quickly rushed into the room of the head of the fire ant mercenary group.