Chapter 72: Life and Death (5)

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  The crowd carefully lifted the farmer onto a stretcher, afraid that one wrong move would cost his life. The arrow piercing his neck was still dripping with blood. Watersnake and Veggie Knife each took one end of the stretcher, while Black Bear and Crazy Guy carried me and Kim Ji-hoon on their backs, rushing towards an open area about a kilometer away. I and Kim Ji-hoon were both still unconscious, unaware of what was happening around us.

  The message was sent out, but no one thought a helicopter would come to pick them up.

  This is the site of the Russian army, surrounded by a large number of Russian soldiers, and in the sky there are Mi-24 armed helicopters with terrifying combat power. Under the net of heaven and earth, I'm afraid even birds can't fly in.

  The captain firmly believed that headquarters would think of a way, he was almost relying on a stubbornness to persist in his own faith, he knew that what he was doing now was almost like a fool's dream, as the commander of a small team, this approach was almost an ineffective and reckless behavior, but he had to try, even if there was no hope.

  The farmer who can't get treatment will definitely die, the captain knows very well that it's almost impossible for his helicopter to fly in. From the moment he received this mission, he was destined for high risk and close death. The captain looked at the sky where the smoke had not yet dispersed, hoping that the Wolf Mercenary Group, a super armed organization, could rely on their ability to communicate with each other over the years around the world, and make different arrangements to surprise them once. People in the Wolf Mercenary Group will never abandon their comrades, even if it means paying the price of their own lives. They won't watch their comrades die without doing anything, nor will those comrades beside him or in the base.

  Almost all the members of the Wolf Mercenary Corps understand a truth: only when you treat others' lives as your own, will others treat your life as their own, and everyone's chances of survival will be greater.

  People always hope for miracles when they are in a desperate situation, but the result of surviving a desperate situation is too dramatic. One's life is lived in reality, and how many dramatic changes can there be? Very few. If I were awake now and heard their conversation, I would just shake my head. In my opinion, even if the Wolf Mercenary Corps was strong, it wouldn't be strong enough to single-handedly resist a country.

  Maybe a miracle will happen! If the helicopter really can't make it, the farmer's life will be completely lost here.

  This is also the last hope, everyone is looking forward to that miracle...

  When people are forced to be urgent, their potential will be stimulated. Seeing the lives of their brothers tightly grasped in their own hands, this group of Great Hans who have just experienced a great war rushed towards their target with all their might, carrying and supporting the wounded, their speed was not much different from before! A kilometer-long mountain road was safely reached in less than twenty minutes. It wasn't until they saw that open space that everyone slowed down quietly, carefully making their way to the edge of the clearing, hiding in a thicket of shrubs growing densely among the rocks, starting to build hidden shelters, and beads of sweat had already appeared on each of their foreheads.

  Scorpion Tail and the captain observed through the scope for half a day, but didn't find anything suspicious nearby. Scorpion Tail was one of the world's top snipers; if she nodded, it was basically safe, so the captain signaled to everyone with a pale face to take a short rest.

  The Birdman quickly checked the farmer's injuries, furrowed his brow and hesitated for a long time, then took out a morphine injection, but ultimately did not administer it to the farmer. It seems that the farmer's situation is very grim.

  He put away the unused syringe, and Birdman opened the miniature computer on his arm again. The excited expression that suddenly appeared on his face gave everyone some hope!

  The bird man was excited, he told the crowd that the headquarters had contacted the "eyes" inside the Russian army, and if everything went smoothly, a helicopter should be able to arrive soon. He didn't elaborate on the situation, just telling us to hurry there and wait.

  Everyone let out a soft sigh, the news hadn't been confirmed yet, but it was said in a tone that suggested it might be possible. In this situation, it was already an exciting piece of good news. Headquarters had been trying every means to help us who were surrounded by the enemy, and now all we could do was wait for a short while, praying that "eye" would think of a way to help us.

  Along with the information, a fully formulated retreat plan was also sent. Rush to Ge Kist town to contact a businessman codenamed "Black Fish", who will arrange the specific retreat matters, and a detailed map is attached to the message.

  In addition, the latest intelligence on the Russian army's pursuit troops is that four or five small squads are rushing in our direction and will be able to search for our current location within 45 minutes at the earliest. There is still plenty of time.

  I slowly came to from my daze, just in time to hear the birdman's report. After a moment's thought, I roughly understood what had happened after I fainted. Thank goodness, the farmer was still alive!

  Before I could even feel happy, my thoughts had just returned to my own body, and suddenly a wave of pain spread throughout my entire body. Especially my neck, every breath felt like a knife cutting through my throat, the air was like a sharp blade scraping against my esophagus. I couldn't help but let out a groan, Black Bear and Birdman heard the sound and quickly helped me up from the ground: "17, how are you feeling?"

  I couldn't help but furrow my brow, swallow hard, and feel as if there was a burning fire in my throat.

  "Water... give me... water."

  The hoarse voice startled even myself.

  The black bear quickly pulled out the water bottle, unscrewed the cap and handed it to my mouth. I gritted my teeth and lifted my extremely sore arm, carefully pouring two sips into my mouth. The cool water flowed down my throat and into my stomach, soothing my throat and entire esophagus. The pain in my throat also decreased significantly. The third sip was a bit rushed, and I choked, spitting out the water. With each cough, the sharp pain in my throat intensified, making it harder to breathe. Black bear saw this and quickly took over the water bottle, patting my back to help me catch my breath.

  I took a few deep breaths, feeling slightly better, and turned to see the farmer on the stretcher and Kim Ji-hoon lying on the ground. My heart ached and my eyes stung. The Birdman came over and patted me on the shoulder, comforting me: "Number 16 just fainted, the farmer is still alive, and if we're lucky, he might even make it!"

  I looked at the arrow that pierced his neck, my body trembled inexplicably, and in an instant, my mood was replaced by a kind of indescribable joy. No matter what, he's still alive! Kim Jee-joon lay motionless on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, his eyebrows painfully furrowed together, and dry bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

  "He suffered internal injuries and lost consciousness, but his life is not in danger." The black bear saw me looking at Kim Ji-hoon and handed over the water bottle, actively comforting: "Farmers and 16 are still being rescued, we have already called for a helicopter from headquarters."

  No sooner had he finished speaking than a helicopter engine roar suddenly came from the distant sky.

  "Attention!" the captain growled, and everyone immediately gripped their weapons tightly, crouching in the bushes. I also quickly closed my mouth, and the pain on my body seemed to be less noticeable. A SG552 rifle was pulled from behind my back, and the bolt was pulled with a "click".

  It's a helicopter! Is it our own helicopter? It must be! The farmer is saved!

  My heart was filled with hope, all the impossibilities vanished in that instant. I eagerly anticipated it. However, the expressions of the team leaders around me were not joyful, but instead had a heavy look of concern. Scorpion took off the Barrett anti-material sniper rifle from his back and gently loaded an armor-piercing bullet.

  The terrifying power of that Mi-24 still lingers in everyone's mind, if it happens again, no one can guarantee to be as lucky as last time.

  The helicopter's roar was getting closer and closer, the tension on everyone's face became more and more apparent, their eyes fixed intently on the distant sky. Influenced by the people around me, I also felt my hands start to tense up and tremble slightly, a fine layer of sweat had already appeared on my forehead, I took a deep breath and quietly comforted myself.

  The captain, who had been staring at the sky with a dead gaze, suddenly furrowed his brow and muttered: "No... that's not right..."

  "There are two helicopters!" The chef suddenly let out a low growl, and the people around him quietly pulled their guns from their chests to the ground in front of them, ready to launch an attack at any moment.