Under our dense network of fire, the British were never able to find a breakthrough, and when the smoke cleared, a dozen corpses were left on the ground, theirs and of course ours

Roy muttered to himself, "That's kind of interesting."

As he said, the situation is very delicate, although the enemy has temporarily retreated, but in the current situation, it may be difficult for us to retake the bunker, and it is difficult to say whether the enemy on the other side of the valley will retreat completely.

Yorkson lit a cigarette and said as if to himself, "When will reinforcements come?" Are we going to spend it like this now? ”

"They said it would be soon, but I think it's going to be a long time coming." It may be a bit demoralizing to say that, but I'm also responsible for my team.

"You guys look first, I'll go out to see those brothers, the situation was quite chaotic just now, although we have nothing to do, but they are not easy to say." Without waiting for them to reply, I opened the observation hole on the roof of the car, stretched out my hands to support the turret, and stood on the turret with one kick.

I looked down and saw several soldiers crouching around, except for one who was still looking like he was pretending to be aiming at any moment, and I jumped down and approached them.

"Sir!" When a soldier saw me, he immediately stood up and gave me a standard salute, and I saluted him back, and then asked them about it.

The soldier said a little sadly, "Well, sir, Leo is wounded, the British strafing shot hit him in the shoulder just now, and we are treating his wounds." ”

I looked down at Leo's shoulder, they had wrapped his shoulder in torn clothes, and I couldn't see the exact wound, so I had to ask him, "Leo, do you know what hit your shoulder?" ”

I could see the pain, but he replied strongly, "I think it's the Stern submachine gun, sir." ”

"Have you looked at the wound carefully? So sure? "Seeing him answer me so quickly, I couldn't help but be a little confused.

"He did it for me." Leo lifted his left shoulder, which had not been shot, and pointed to the soldier who had greeted me.

When I turned to look at the soldier, he was also looking at me, standing straight, I nodded and said to him seriously: "Then, private, I need you to tell me the exact condition of the wound, not to mention the unclear, just to say that you can be sure." ”

He was excited, perhaps happy to be able to help his injured teammate, or perhaps excited to be watched by his superiors, and he pointed to his shoulder so that he could determine the exact location of the wound: "This is it, Leo has been hit here." I just looked at it, the wound is a bit big, but it's not too deep, I saw a little bit of the tail of the warhead, that one is bigger, it should be a submachine gun bullet. After saying that, he was full of anticipation, as if waiting for me to give him a review.

I smiled at him and said in a tone that would ease him, "Okay, private, you have provided important information, now you need to help me keep an eye on Leo, and I will be back soon." He nodded desperately after hearing this, and then went to take care of Leo.

I walked up to the 403 car, patted the body with the butt of my Ruger P08, and shouted: "Vincent, come out and see if you have pliers in your car by the way." ”

A short time later, Vincent came out of the car, holding a small clip and a small roll of bandages.

I said to him, who was still standing in the car, "You still got a bandage?" You're so smart, I didn't say I told you to come out and save people. ”

He jumped out of the car, walked up to me, and said with some sneer: "Don't underestimate an instructor, I don't know how many times I've taught these things, I knew when you said clips." Also, you forgot to tell me that you want to bring fire, how to get bullets without disinfection, don't tell me that you want to use bullet gunpowder, that thing is too inefficient. ”

I scratched my head and smiled awkwardly, and was poked in the pain by him

He walked over to Leo and removed the strip of cloth that had wrapped around his right shoulder, revealing a bloody wound. He took the lighter out of his pocket and roasted it on the tip of the clip for a while. Just said softly to Leo: "It will hurt a little later, bear with it." ”

As he said this, he stuffed the rag strip to Leo and said, "If it hurts, bite him hard, it will be better." ”

He turned to me and said, "Trode, he's going to move later, and you have to help hold him down." ”

"Hold back!" With Vincent's low-pitched roar, the clip, which had been grilled and sterilized, entered Leo's body.

Leo was also desperately enduring the pain, and he didn't need me to hold him yet, but I could see that the rag he was holding was crumpled.

But this was just the beginning, when Vincent clamped the warhead and began to pull out, Leo had a very violent reaction - his mouth gagged by rags began to make a "woo~woo~" sound, soybean-sized cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and his body began to move involuntarily.

I tried my best to keep him under control without hurting him, but his strength was so great that I almost escaped it, and it was hard to imagine the energy that could erupt from a wounded person.

Vincent was even more fortunate, he controlled the moving Leo while trying to take out the bullet without expanding the wound, I couldn't do such a combination of rigidity and softness. He didn't show it much, but I could clearly see the reflection of sweat on Vincent's head.

"That's it!" As Vincent spoke, a round submachine gun bullet had fallen to the ground, and he began to bandage Leo's wound. Leo leaned on me weakly as if he had used all his strength.

I removed the rag from his mouth, wiped the sweat from the top of his head with the clean place of the cloth, and said to him, "Relax, it's okay, relax"

When the wound was bandaged, I gave a few orders to the private to take care of Leo, and went to Vincent, who was taking the opportunity to smoke a cigarette next to him.

Seeing that he was looking intently at the bunker, I wiped his sweat with the cloth just now, but who knew that he was startled by me and hurriedly dodged. He looked at me with a strange expression, and he didn't even pay attention to the cigarette that fell on the ground, and ran back to the car with the phrase "the British may come back at any time".