Chapter 71: Life and Death (4)

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  Two loud explosions, a fireball rose from the place where the Russian army commander was hiding, and strong air waves and shrapnel flew everywhere. The squad leader and his soldier, as well as the bodies of two other soldiers who were killed or wounded on the ground, were lifted high into the air by the powerful blast, their bodies torn apart by flying shrapnel, after the smoke cleared, the broken bodies fell heavily to the ground.

  Not far away, Jin Zhijun sat on his knees with a bloody face in the original place where he fainted, biting the ring of two hand grenades with his mouth, and muttered: "Blast you to death, you dog!"

  Then he rolled his eyes upwards and fell to one side, fainting again.

  "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

  The captain was frantically shouting, his eyes fixed on the Mi-24 that had already turned its head in mid-air, leading the others to quickly get up from the ground and rush towards our fainted location. On the way, they stepped over a black object that was burning by itself, which was one of the Russian military's special squad leaders, who was now lying on the ground with his entire body charred, his limbs torn apart to varying degrees by shrapnel from hand grenades, and blood flowing slowly. His dark face was full of terror, and his mouth was constantly bleeding, already dead!

  Everyone rushed to our side, the captain glanced at the Mi-24 in the sky and shouted: "Quickly carry them away!"

  One by one, just as we three were carrying each other on our backs, the machine gun under the Mi-24 in the air had already sprayed out bullets.

  The three of us who were injured were carried on the backs of the black bears, with bullets shot from a 4-barreled 12.7mm machine gun kicking up rocks and wood shavings all around us. The rate of fire was very fast, and the power was also very great, if this continues, we will definitely not be able to escape, and sooner or later we will all be killed by this machine gun. The bulletproof vests on our bodies are completely unable to withstand the shooting of 12.7mm bullets, such powerful bullets will cut us in half!

  At this critical moment, when everyone thought they were going to die here, a loud and dull sniper rifle sounded, particularly noticeable in the roar of the machine gun. The Mi-24 helicopter shook violently in the air, and the bullets shot out by the machine gun all deviated from our location, falling into the distant mountains!

  It's Scorpion Tail! Scorpion Tail has obtained that inferior sniper rifle that countered my anti-materiel rifle!

  Immediately followed by another gunshot, the helicopter immediately turned its head and climbed in a higher direction. This anti-materiel sniper rifle of unknown model number could obviously threaten some important parts of the helicopter, such as the relatively fragile places like the bulletproof glass on the cockpit. The pilots who were frightened could only climb again, hoping to escape danger.

  The captain scrambled up from the ground, spat out the sand in his mouth and shouted loudly: "Is anyone hurt?"

  Thank goodness, no one was directly hit by the bullets, but half of them were scratched by debris splashed by the bullets. The captain yelled loudly like a madman: "Scorpion tail cover! Retreat! Everyone retreats to the place with dense trees! Hurry up!"

  The three of us were picked up again and before the helicopter could continue firing we crawled into the thickest part of the woods.

  The Mi-24 helicopter quickly turned its head, and the various weapons on the fuselage opened fire together, launching a crazy bombardment against the mountain forest where we were hiding. Unfortunately, the forest was too dense, and the helicopter hovered far away, unable to find our specific location, so it could only blindly carpet-bomb the large area of the mountain forest. Before long, the ammunition on the plane was all used up, and it had to return reluctantly.

  They waited for the helicopter flying away on their heads, and the team leaders crawled out of various hiding positions, covered in debris and mud, looking disheveled. Almost everyone was injured, with Water Snake and Vegetable Knife having multiple lacerations from shrapnel and debris, with fresh blood already staining a large area red.

  The birdman lay on the ground, panting heavily, muttering to himself: "We actually made it out alive! It felt so cool calling in a helicopter for reinforcements before, but now being bombed by an armed helicopter feels even cooler! I'm going to die loving Scorpion Tail, this woman saved our entire squad!"

  The captain covered his originally injured shoulder with a painful face, took a look at the three of us who were still unconscious, pointed and said: "Check their condition, we need to leave here immediately!"

  The bird man got up from the ground with his teeth clenched, and he and the black bear quickly ran to the front of the three of us, checked slightly, and stood around us, looking at each other without saying a word.

  The captain looked at them with a somewhat absent-minded expression and asked: "How is it?"

  The Birdman let out a deep sigh and said in an exceptionally low voice: "Numbers 16 and 17 have temporarily fainted, they're just farmers..."

  Footsteps echoed from behind, and the black bear quickly picked up his gun. It was Scorpion Tail. Scorpion Tail ran over with his AWP in hand and a Barrett anti-material rifle on his back, looked around at everyone, stood in front of the farmer, suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, and let out a stifled sob from between his fingers. Large tears rolled down his oil-painted face and fell silently onto the charred ground.

  Hearing the scorpion's cry, a hint of ferocity flashed in everyone's eyes, and they clenched their fists and gritted their teeth. The deep feelings between them and the farmer were built on countless life-and-death struggles, but now the farmer was leaving them behind.

  Yes, many years of life and death on the battlefield, in the blink of an eye, one's comrades and brothers have lost their lives. Although it is said that entering this profession as a mercenary requires being prepared to die at any time, how can one not feel sad when seeing comrades who have been together through thick and thin fall on the battlefield?

  The Birdman closed his eyes, tilted back his head and took two deep breaths, biting his lower lip tightly with his teeth. He swung his fists vigorously in the air twice. Licking his dry, cracked lips, the Birdman slowly crouched down, his face contorted in pain. His right hand trembled as he reached out to the farmer's cheek, gently plucking off a withered twig stuck to his face.

  Suddenly, the birdman's mouth muscles twitched violently, his right hand froze in mid-air, and his lips trembled several times before he let out a cry of surprise: "He...the farmer, the farmer is still alive!"

  "What?!"

  Everyone exclaimed in unison and suddenly squatted down beside the farmer.

  "Thank God!" The captain's voice was shaking slightly, and he hastily ordered: "Quickly, quickly check this... damn it!"

  The Birdman threw away the withered branch, carefully examining the farmer's wound: "The arrow pierced his neck to the right, without hitting an artery, breathing is very weak, and it seems that the trachea has not been damaged or only slightly... No damage to the cervical vertebrae... Hmm, pulse is very weak, there's still hope! Administer morphine!"

  As soon as the words fell, the madman opened the first-aid box and handed a syringe filled with morphine to the bird man. The bird man took it and directly injected the morphine into the farmer's vein, then looked up at the captain and shook his head: "He won't last much longer, we must transfuse blood and operate immediately!"

  The captain gritted his teeth and stared at the distant mountains, asking fiercely: "How far is the nearest open space where we can land a helicopter?"

  The bird-like man glanced at the miniature computer strapped to his arm: "A kilometer away, where the two mountains meet, there is a large open space that can accommodate a helicopter landing. There are no Russian troops deployed there now. Are you thinking..."

  "Notify headquarters and tell them to send a helicopter no matter what, my brother is still alive and I will rescue him no matter what!"

  "But..."

  "There's no but! The captain stood up with a swoosh, waved his fist at the sky and shouted loudly."

  "Captain, calm down." Scorpion also stood up and persuaded the captain by holding his shoulder: "The farmer is also our friend, he's injured and we're worried too! But the surroundings are completely under Russian control, this is their turf! Even if reinforcements arrive on time, our helicopter can't possibly rush in safely under their noses and take away our wounded!"

  "I'm calm!" The captain swung his arm, knocking the scorpion's tail off his shoulder, and bellowed with a hoarse voice: "Tell headquarters that I want to see a helicopter within half an hour, and let the farmer receive surgery immediately. I don't care about any other damn reason! Let them figure it out themselves, 'Eyes'! Let them contact 'Eyes', if I don't see a helicopter in half an hour, I'm done!"

  "Yes!"

  The birdman had no choice but to encode the captain's words into a password message and send it out. Everyone also stood up, without waiting for the captain's order, Tank swung his fist and knocked down a small tree with a trunk as thick as an arm, and Black Bear also broke off a similar-sized small tree. Leaving a few people on guard, the rest quickly removed the treetops, then snapped all the branches by hand, leaving only two trunks over 2 meters long, spaced 50 centimeters apart, laid flat on the ground. Then they pulled out a length of rope and crossed it over the two trunks, wrapping them together to form a simple stretcher.