Accurate shooting, superb tactical coordination, and reasonable use of terrain. These tactical qualities are especially important in the jungle combat environment.

Because before the First World War, the battles between countries and forces were basically local wars, and the population above the blue star was not very large, so the wars generally took place in a dense jungle mountain environment, which caused the armies of various countries to train many professional mountain combat troops.

In this kind of low-intensity battle, the role of the mountain troops far exceeds that of the heavy regiment with a large number of weapons, and the long-term battle of this kind of battle has also made the mountain troops of various countries have their own set of skilled combat methods, and the "invincible iron wolf division" that has been inherited for a hundred years is the best in the middle.

—Terry's Autobiography, Vol. 20

Due to the distance and light, the captain could not see the faces of the people who came, but the rifle in his hand and the object he was shooting at the moment could clearly distinguish the meaning of the other party.

Although the captain tried his best to support his head and look behind the comer, wanting to see if there were any other reinforcements coming, it was a pity that in the dense jungle, except for his comrades who occasionally poked their heads out to see the situation, there were no reinforcements in sight.

"Sudden ......"

The gunfire barely stopped, and the strange rifle seemed to have infinite bullets, and as soon as the figure moved from one tree to another, a series of bullets would shoot out of the rifle, so that the pursuers in the rear did not dare to come forward.

"What are you doing in a daze? Run! ”

Soon the figure of the man hid behind a large tree, and when he found that all the warriors were looking at him, but none of them continued to flee, he hurriedly shouted loudly.

Maybe it was Terry's words that worked, or maybe everyone found out that there was only one reinforcement, and when Terry got up again and suppressed the enemy with his strange rifle, everyone started again and fled further into the dense forest.

The pain was so severe that the wounded captain could no longer support his head, and he glanced at his comrades who had run away again, and then the captain was relieved to lie down and continue to reach for the pistol on the ground.

"As long as someone lives, the flame of revolution will not be broken."

The captain's hand finally got the pistol, holding the pistol that had been with him for many years, the captain's trembling hand slowly raised, moved the muzzle of the gun to his forehead, closed his eyes, and prepared to pull the trigger on his hand.

"Smack"

The sound was not the sound of a Blue Flag 621 pistol, but a powerful kick that kicked the captain hard into the captain's hand, kicking the pistol aimed at his forehead far away.

"Poof"

A small white parcel was thrown beside him, and although the captain had never seen anything like it, the bright red cross made the captain understand what it was for.

"I don't know how badly you're hurt, stop the bleeding and lie here quietly, and if I'm not dead, I'll come back to you."

The man leaned against the big tree beside the captain, and while removing the iron box under the body of the strange rifle, he explained to the captain in a quick tone, and then somehow found the same iron box again, and put it under the rifle.

With all that done, the wheat-colored black-haired soldier pulled the bolt again, flipped to the left, and pounced on another tree.

"Sudden ......"

Soon the peculiar rifle once again erupted with angry tongues of fire, but the vigorous figure quickly disappeared into the dense jungle.

Listening to the gunfire farther and farther away, the captain knew that the pursuers had been driven away by this terrifying opponent with perverted suppressive powers. In fact, the captain was also worried about the lone reinforcement, but as long as the strange gunfire continued, it proved that nothing had happened to this amazing fellow.

"Hiss......"

Perhaps the pursuer was gone, and the captain's attention returned to his body, and the pain from his buttocks made the captain grin and gasp, so he didn't care about anything else, picked up the small white package that the man had thrown beside him, and tore open the seal of the package with trembling hands.

A clear syringe made of unknown material, a small triangular medicine bag, a pack of alcohol cotton, and a clean roll of bandages. That's all there is in the small package.

"It's really convenient, but reading the text should be something from another country."

Looking at the boxy hieroglyphs on the small medicine bag and the alcohol cotton package, the captain couldn't recognize the font of any country for a while, but he was still amazed by the convenience of this white package.

The syringe doesn't need to be seen, it should be a painkiller potion, as for the small medicine bag should be hemostatic medicine powder, although the captain can't read the font on it, but the simple and clear graphic sign on it still makes it easy for the captain to recognize the role of this medicine bag.

Tear open the packaging of the syringe first, and at this time, the captain didn't care about taking off his pants, and directly let the needle penetrate his pants and pierce his thigh.

I don't know what kind of painkiller is in this syringe, but the effect is surprisingly good, and in less than a few seconds, the captain can not feel the huge pain caused by the wound, which also makes him breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it was no longer so painful, the captain did not stop, continued to tear open the medicine bag, poured the white crystal powder inside into the palm of his hand, and then carefully reached behind his buttocks, and pressed hard on the wound.

A cold feeling came from the wound, although the captain's sensory organs were much duller because of the painkillers, but the comfort of the powder melting in the blood made the captain exhale uncontrollably.

The wound of the gunshot wound was actually not large, and it was not hit on the aorta, this handful of medicine powder was applied, and the blood immediately stopped, although the captain still couldn't stand up at this time, but it was much better than before.

"Huh! Why did the gunfire stop? Is it ......?"

Feeling that he had recovered a lot, the captain noticed that the continuous gunfire had stopped, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Rustle..."

A slight sound of footsteps came from behind, and the captain vigilantly grabbed the pistol beside him again, and turned his head to look in the direction from which the footsteps came.

"Whew"

When the green epaulettes appeared in front of the captain here, when he saw the black hair, especially the black eyes, the captain's nervous heart finally relaxed.

"How's that, Captain, can you still move yourself?"

The man walked up to him, pushed the rifle on his chest aside, and then crouched down to examine the captain's wounds.

"Brother, don't look at it, the bullet is estimated to have broken the bones."

Although the captain was not a doctor, as a veteran, he knew his own situation very well, so he stopped the man's investigation.

"You're Terry!"

Looking at the miraculous soldier in front of him again, a name blurted out from the captain's mouth.