"Boss!"

"Boss! Hell, the head has fainted! Doctor, doctor, check the head's injuries. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info keyboard, are you sure the Americans are behind us? ”

"Sure, the Americans are not in the visual range of Alke, and it is impossible for them to give up pursuing us."

"Fake, contact the blackhead and tell him to determine the location of the Americans right away, what the hell, we have to get out of here right away."

Lao Maozi has a strong sense of crisis.

When I heard that the Americans had disappeared, I immediately expected something unpleasant.

The chances of a mistake in the judgment of the keyboard are extremely low.

Because if the Americans do not appear near Arker as scheduled, then where will they go? It certainly couldn't have been to leave Ribia, but to pursue them.

Damn it!

Those damn guys are definitely behind them.

As Li Changjiang's injuries worsened, the situation in front of him immediately changed.

They underestimate the intelligence capabilities of the Americans too much.

After a quick examination of Li Changjiang's injuries, the doctor soon found that the duke's wounds had deteriorated to the point where he had to be treated, and if he did not immediately undergo bone surgery, the duke would most likely die here.

The result was somewhat unexpected, but Lao Maozi did not panic, but quickly calmed down.

Compared to his calmness.

The Italian female reporter was a little distracted.

This terrible war has been pushing the limits of man.

Even if she didn't understand what the mercenaries were discussing, the tense and cramped atmosphere immediately made her feel a strong sense of unease.

His gaze fell on the face of the man lying on the ground.

The duke's face was pale, his lips were so dry that they were almost completely cracked, and his sunburned lips were a little pale.

"Are you sure?"

Shook his head.

"Nope! But if he didn't have surgery, he would definitely die. ”

The British's voice was unusually calm.

He knew well what the Duke meant to the entire group of hunter mercenaries, but he was now approaching this thorny issue with the eyes of a doctor.

"Damn it, Fake!"

couldn't help but curse a few words.

Lao Maozi walked back and forth a few steps.

By this time, the British had already begun preparations for the operation.

Lao Maozi also seems to have made up his mind.

"Okay, immediately operate on the head, killer, you go to the perimeter to be on guard, keyboard, you continue to contact Lao K, let him try to figure out the location of the Americans and tell us in time.

Molina, you help me with the flashlight, ok?"

“ok！”

Assign tasks extremely quickly.

The doctor immediately untied the backpack behind him and took out a battlefield-specific first-aid kit from it.

Dedicated tail gauze, anesthetic, scissors...... There was also a flat blade seized from the Americans, and the buck knife with a blade up to 6 mm thick was undoubtedly a man's favorite, but at this time, no one appreciated the American's saber, but stared at the hand holding the knife in unison.

"Damn, are you going to use it to operate on your head?"

Old Maozi's voice was extremely low, but it was clear that the British did not buy his account.

"Fake, shut up, I'm the doctor!"

Some pouted in a huff.

Old Maozi is not a doctor, damn it!

Holding his breath tightly, he simply burned the blade with the lighter he had brought with him, and before the operation began, a fine layer of sweat was already breaking out on the doctor's forehead.

Obviously.

He was a little nervous.

In the absence of any insurance measures, he could not make any mistakes in the next move, and if he did, the Duke would surely die.

"Hey, you can do it."

Somewhat stunned, she glanced up at the damn female reporter.

It was a face that was not pretty, but at this moment there was a smile that made the doctor feel very quiet.

Molina suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

She was a little surprised that she would take the initiative to speak.

After administering the local anesthesia, and waiting for the doctor to pack up the things needed for the operation, the anesthetic had already begun to take effect, and he lay on the ground, and the painful expression on the duke's face slowly eased.

Took a deep breath.

The tip of the knife was attached to the skin, and the hand was extremely delicately forced, and the plasma immediately stretched out from the knife edge, and it was red.

"Give me gauze!"

"More some!"

"More more!"

"Help me stretch his chest open...... Yes, this is it! ”

The strong smell of blood was inhaled into her nose, and Molina almost fainted, the duke's injuries were indeed very serious, and there was a lot of blood in his chest, and two chest ribs were broken, one of which would have pierced the heart if he had been a little further inside.

I have to say that this guy's luck is really good, and he can still survive two wars in this situation.

If not to see it with your own eyes.

Molina would even doubt the authenticity of the stories she had seen in the books before about those warriors who had their stomachs cut by knives and were still fighting.

The Englishman's hand movements were delicate, and it was obvious that he was now fully engaged in the operation in front of him, but even that it still inevitably tingled nerves, and Molina could clearly feel the creature lying on the ground with his arm twitching from time to time.

Even in a comatose state, his brows were still furrowed together, apparently in great pain.

"Oh no, he's bleeding!"

Molina suddenly screamed.

The old Maozi who was standing on the side suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, and his eyes immediately fell on the doctor's hand, and the viscous plasma had completely stained his hand red.

But the silver-white blade of the Buck saber was still conspicuous.

The Americans' stuff is indeed a good thing, and the blade made of high-carbon stainless steel is barely stained with blood.

As the doctor's hand moved incessantly cutting and pricking, it seemed that the blood vessel had been punctured, and the bleeding situation was indeed a bit unoptimistic.

But Lao Maozi didn't open his mouth this time, but held his breath and stared at the movements of the doctor's hands.

Boom!

The sound of gunfire in the night suddenly reached my ears.

The faces of Lao Maozi and the doctor changed slightly.

Not good!

The Americans are chasing after them!

Really.

Soon I saw the keyboard and the killer rushing back with a embarrassed face, gasping for breath in his mouth.

"Crumbs, money fans, the Americans are catching up, damn it, we have to get out of here right now."

"No, the boss's surgery hasn't been completed yet, you guys go and drag the Americans!"

The doctor didn't stop his hand as he spoke, but the tone of his mouth was not at all unquestionable.

The Duke's operation has reached the point where it cannot be delayed, not to mention that the wound is not stitched, and even if it is stitched, it cannot be moved immediately.

Once the wound is triggered, he will still die here.

Those damn Yankees, it couldn't have come at a better time.

"Fack!"

Suddenly, he scolded nervously.

Molina was stunned.

But there is no frown, there is no difference between justice and evil in this war at all, if you have to make a distinction, it can only be said that the Americans stand on a moral standing, but these mercenaries in front of you seem to be more human than the Americans.

The gunfire in my ears grew more and more intense.

Lao Maozi and the killers have already started a hand-to-hand exchange with the Americans, and this time the Americans did not have an overwhelming advantage without air fire support.

The tongue of fire spit out from the PKM machine gun in Lao Maozi's hand was so overwhelming that the Americans couldn't raise their heads at all.

"Fack! Damn the Yankees, fuck them! ”

Boom!

Poof

The bullet hit the sand on his side, and Lao Maozi immediately pressed down.

Click!

Push the bullet into the chamber and switch to the sniper rifle at hand for standard.

Boom!

Pull the trigger!

The U.S. soldiers who were aiming at the territory immediately fell in response.

"Hell, get down! Get down! ”

"It's that damn guy again! Eisen, what to do? ”

The Americans directly thought that the old man who shot was the guy called the duke, and he was so frightened for a while that he didn't dare to take his head easily.

The two sides confronted each other somewhat strangely.

And the other side.

The movement of the doctor's hand is getting faster and faster.

Hemostasis!

Clean up the wound!

Then stitch up!

(Ask for commuter passes and recommended tickets!) Rice seems to owe 2 chapters of monthly pass plus more.,Do you want to stay up late and do another chapter?,I'll wipe it! (To be continued.) )