The helicopter that had emptied all the heavy machine gun bullets finally roared away, and Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping came out of their hiding positions with disgraced faces. Zhan Xia Ge briefly examined Zhao Haiping's wound, the blood flowing from Zhao Haiping's thigh wound showed a maroon red, although Zhao Haiping used a strip of cloth to tie the position of the wound, but the blood still kept flowing out.

"You're lucky, the bullet just broke your veins and didn't even hurt your bones." Zhan Xia Ge let out a long breath softly, if this bullet really hit the major artery in Zhao Haiping's leg and was not treated in time, Zhao Haiping might have lost too much blood and died.

Zhan Xia Ge moved Zhao Haiping to a slightly flat place, lifted a stone 20 centimeters high, and asked Zhao Haiping to put his right leg wounded by the bullet on the stone. The so-called veins refer to the blood vessels that need to pass through when the blood flow back to the heart and veins throughout the body, and the pressure in these blood vessels is low, and the rate of blood loss after injury is relatively slow. According to the characteristics of the veins, asking Zhao Haiping to erect the injured thigh higher than the heart can help the blood in Zhao Haiping's body quickly return to the heart, reduce the blood pressure at the wound site, and thus reduce bleeding.

Seeing that Zhao Haiping was already a little confused, Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his hand and slapped him twice on Zhao Haiping's face, and shouted in a low voice: "Listen, look at your appearance, you should have lost more than 500 milliliters of blood, with your current physical condition, once you fall into a state of moderate shock, it will be difficult for me to let you open your eyes again, no matter what, you must not let yourself fall asleep!" ”

Zhao Haiping nodded fiercely, Zhan Xia Ge touched his body for a long time, trying to find a slightly clean cloth, but after more than two months of hard fighting, the military uniform and underwear on his body had never been cleaned, and he could smell a disgusting sour smell from twenty or thirty meters away, sweat and blood soaked through the clothes again and again, and now there was a layer of black-brown hard shell on it, and as his apprentice, the clothes on Zhao Haiping's body were definitely not much better.

"Zhao Haiping, if you want to treat your leg injury now, there are two ways for you to choose."

Zhan Xia Ge stared at Zhao Haiping and said, "Your leg injury can't stop the bleeding with ordinary compression, you can choose to let me use the burning method or a tourniquet to help you heal." ”

"Tying a tourniquet will block the blood flow in your thigh area after being shot, damage the body tissue of your thigh, if you tie it for too long, it may accelerate the necrosis of your thigh body tissue, and in severe cases, it may produce gangrene, causing your entire thigh to be disabled!"

Hearing this, Zhao Haiping had already shook his head again and again, he looked at Zhan Xia Ge with hopeful eyes, and asked, "What about the burning method?" ”

"The burning method is to burn your wound directly with fire and forcibly seal the wound. It may seem like a no-brainer, but if your wound ruptures again, I'll have to help you stop the bleeding with a tourniquet, and at that point, you'll have to give up a leg if you want to save your life. And ......" Speaking of this, Zhan Xia Ge hesitated slightly, and said: "Now that your body's endurance and vitality have reached the edge of the limit, if you can't bear the pain and faint while receiving the burning treatment, we lack the necessary medical equipment, and we don't even have enough fresh water, the chance of you being able to open your eyes again will not exceed forty percent." ”

Zhao Haiping stroked his thigh, which was almost numb from pain, and asked, "Master, what you mean is that if I use a tourniquet to treat the wound, I can live, I can save my thigh, but my thigh will definitely lose a certain ability due to the lack of blood circulation for a long time; And if I had chosen the cautery method, I might have died on the spot, I might have lost my thighs due to a ruptured wound, or I might have returned to China with a pair of intact legs?! ”

"Yes, so I'll leave it to you to choose."

"Do I still have a choice?" Zhao Haiping said softly: "In the past, I would choose to keep my surname, anyway, I am already married, I have a wife and an obedient daughter, even if there is a little problem in my leg, it is not a big deal, so that I can go home due to injury and demobilization, if I am lucky enough, maybe I can be assigned a good job, my wife and children are hot on the kang, this is my original greatest wish." But now, I have met Master, I don't want to leave the army anymore, I think I am proud to be a soldier! If I had a choice, I hope that being a soldier is the ultimate career of my Zhao Haiping in this life! ”

"Good!"

Zhan Xia Ge walked away silently, and when he came back, he retrieved the backpack that he and Zhao Haiping had left in the desert. Zhan Xia Ge twisted the kettle and used the fresh water inside to clean the wound on Zhao Haiping's leg little by little, until all the fresh water was poured on Zhao Haiping's wound, and he took out a dozen bullets from the bullet magazine.

Twisting the bullet and pouring all the gunpowder in the bullet on Zhao Haiping's wound, until the gunpowder completely covered the wound, Zhan Xia Ge sent a branch to Zhao Haiping's mouth and said in a low voice: "Hold back, don't faint!" ”

Zhao Haiping bit the branch in his mouth and nodded vigorously, Zhan Xia Ge pulled out the warhead of a bullet, stuffed as much dried moss as possible from under the stone in the bullet casing, and fired a shot at the opposite side, and the dried moss sprayed out of the chamber began to burn. Zhan Xia Ge carefully picked up a little flame with a branch and sent it to Zhao Haiping's thigh.

"Zila......"

A large piece of gunpowder smoke rose from Zhao Haiping's thighs, and the smell of burnt skin and flesh wafted in the air, Zhao Haiping's eyes widened violently, and in a light and crisp sound, the branch in Zhao Haiping's mouth was actually bitten off by him. Zhao Haiping's body suddenly stretched straight like a prawn thrown into the oil pot, and it actually bounced up thirty or forty centimeters high from the ground, and while Zhan Xia Ge screamed in his heart, Zhao Haiping's tense body to the limit suddenly relaxed, and the whole person fell straight to the ground with a thigh that had successfully stopped bleeding.

Zhan Xia Ge pounced on Zhao Haiping, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Haiping's collar, reached out and slapped him hard in the face a few times, and shouted: "Zhao Haiping, open your eyes!" If you're my apprentice to the Song of War, if you're still a man, open my eyes! ”

"Hmm......"

Zhao Haiping really wanted to try to open his eyes, but he only felt that there seemed to be something pressing on his eyelids, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the darkness's clamping on him, and a voice full of temptation whispered in his ear: "You're already tired, why do you still insist so stupidly, give up, give up, give up...... You will find that lying in the dark and sleeping is so comfortable that you will find that forgetting everything will make you so happy. ”

That voice was so full of temptation, compared to it, the roar of the war hero song sounded too harsh, Zhao Haiping muttered to himself: "I'm really tired, Master, I'm really tired, please, just let me sleep for a while, even if it's for a minute!" I'm really tired! ”

A warm current poured into Zhao Haiping's mouth, the sweet taste made Zhao Haiping think of the taste of milk, he began to suck hard, sucking and sucking, and his face actually raised a trace of the purest smile like a child getting his favorite toy. Sucking and sucking, and finding that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suck this sweet warm current again, Zhao Haiping arched his body dissatisfiedly and made a silent protest.

Zhan Xia Ge sat on the ground, he hugged Zhao Haiping tightly in his arms, he stared at his wrist, which no longer oozes blood, raised the tiger tooth fighting saber, and stabbed it at the wrist again, and then he sent the new wound to Zhao Haiping's mouth. Zhao Haiping tasted fresh blood in his mouth, and a happy smile appeared on his face again, and he continued to suck hard.

Zhan Xia Ge hugged Zhao Haiping like this, sat there quietly, and let Zhao Haiping suck his blood and his vitality little by little. In Zhao Haiping's hard sucking, Zhan Xia Ge's face was pale, and sweat the size of a bean slowly seeped out of his forehead, but there was always an indifferent smile on his face, which no one could understand.

Liu Wei may not understand in his life that Zhao Haiping is definitely not a so-called entourage to Zhan Xia Ge. In Liu Wei's eyes, the current behavior of Zhan Xia Ge is even more stupid.

Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping are fighting for survival on the land of Russia together, and in the battles of life and death, there has been a more intimate connection between them than blood. Although they have only known each other for a few months, it is enough for a man to taste the trust that can give his back to each other with peace of mind, and enjoy the friendship that breeds in iron and fire, even if it is only for a short minute!

The two of them sat there quietly, as if they had been engraved into the eternity of history.

Sucking the blood of his brother and sucking the blood of the strongest man in the world, Zhao Haiping, an equally strong man, finally had the opportunity to open his eyes again. It was already late at night, and the temperature in the desert had dropped to more than ten degrees Celsius, but Zhao Haiping was not cold at all, because his body was tightly hugged by his brother's warm embrace. Under the bright moonlight, Zhao Haiping looked at Zhan Xia Ge's wrist with three knife wounds, gently tasted the sweet taste that still existed in his mouth, and then looked at Zhan Xia Ge, who had fallen asleep against a rock and had a pale face, and the fiery tears finally slowly seeped out of Zhao Haiping's eyes.

(To be continued)