Chapter 1138: Dying man

The pungent smell of gunpowder poured into the nostrils, and the sloppy Kutch coughed. He pushed hard to open the hatch of the armored vehicle, and the situation outside was as expected-dead bodies everywhere.
Seventy-two rockets covered the area of ​​more than a dozen football fields. The firing artillery was particularly inadequate for lethality, and it even fired two rounds for cover fire. Coach, who had hid in the armored car, couldn't get better. A rocket hit the rear of the armored car, and the flying shrapnel scrapped one of his legs.
Kuch was sweating cold all the time. He ripped his clothes and bandaged the wound, but still had to get medical treatment as soon as possible. He managed to pull out of the armored car, even at the expense of falling directly from the body.
"Ah ..." The moment he fell down, Kuch's painful eyes were black, and he couldn't faint. But the pain caused his brain to be so awake.
"Sir, save me, please save me." There were several black soldiers lying near the armored vehicle. One of them was still alive and reached out to Kuch for help. "I'm injured, I'm bleeding."
Kumchi limped over slowly, reached for his pistol and drank, "Give me your kettle. Hurry up, give it to me."
The black soldier calling for help opened his hands stained with mud and blood, but pleaded, "Sir, you can't do this. How can I live without water?"
Bang ... Kuch fired impatiently, then took the kettle from the body.
After drinking some water, Coach felt much better, so he had time to look around the environment. The entire black battalion is considered dead, and it is not known how many people have died. Anyway, even if there are soldiers alive, they cannot be expected to return to continue fighting.
There was a row of bombed vehicles along the road, and various vehicle parts and human fragments fell to the ground. Couch tried to find a car that could drive but only found some food.
"It's good to have something." Kutcher gorged on a piece of black bread, a meal served to black servants, which was very unpleasant, but now he had no choice.
The legs hurt, the body is cold, and the hands and feet are not even controlled. But Kutcher simply recognized the direction, picked up a rifle as a crutch, and slowly walked towards the command in memory. He's not looking for Bann, he's looking for a field hospital.
From time to time, soldiers were scrambling on the road, and they did not know which team it was. These wandering guys have no interest in Kutch, they often appear suddenly and disappear suddenly.
The only thing that allowed Couch to bother observing the direction and the way was the large-caliber shells that penetrated the sky one by one.
"Bane is bombarding Luanda with heavy artillery." If it was in the past, Kutcher would really be happy about it. But recently, his internal war exhaustion has become more and more serious. Since the crazy woman 'Winter Frost' has disappeared, he feels that some things finally turn to himself.
After finally returning to the position of the original headquarters, Boss Ban was gone. Many people are convinced that the commander of the Aurora Corps is particularly good at infiltration and assaults of small units. Maybe the leader is also guarding against this.
The headquarters is not there, but the field hospital that can be assigned to it is still there. Kutcher still kept his ID card, and the hospital guard put him in.
"Can you give me a shot of morphine? I'm sore to death." Couch begged the medic who had been examining the injuries.
In the medical tent, the medic with a stethoscope shook his head and said, "Morphine is a controlled material. Your level is not enough for you to use. I will give you two options. Just be conservative and stop the blood bandage. Just amputate. "
"Amputation?" Kuchi shook his head again and again. "No, I can't amputate. My legs are still fine, but I came back all the way."
The medic stretched out his hand while hurting his injured leg in Kuch, regardless of the trembling of Kuch's pain, just shook his head and said, "Trust me, your leg is not saved. Amputation will save your life."
"No, absolutely not." Kuch shook his head in horror. He would not be amputated because he was not far from death. "I'll treat it conservatively. Give me a shot of morphine, just a shot."
The medic laughed twice at mocking Kuch's extravagant hope, and simply stopped the bleeding and sent the guard to another tent. The tent was full of wounded soldiers, and blood and screams never ceased.
There is no more treatment, and no morphine. Couch was lying on a bed full of blood, struggling to yell at doctors and nurses, but no one was in charge of him.
"Don't shout, no one cares about us. We were abandoned." On the adjacent bed was a wounded man with head, face and arms wrapped in gauze.
He stared at the top of the tent with both eyes, and said numbly, "The reality is that doctors will not waste precious medicines on us. At best, they let interns practice their hands on us."
"But I am a close friend of the leader of Bann, and I deserve preferential treatment," Kuch argued.
The wounded in the adjacent bed grinned two times, "So what? That's the past, and nobody cares about you now."
Kutcher felt cold, but his heart was cold when he heard it. He came back with hope, even if in fact, but in fact he knew he was not going to be good. He has seen many people abandoned because of injuries, and he has done many of these things himself.
Want to be angry, but not angry. The whole portrait was a discouraged ball, and Kuch sat idly by the bed, feeling that his life was about to count down.
"Do you know? Boss Ban bombarded the headquarters of the Aurora Corps with heavy artillery ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It is said that Victor Hugo may have been killed." The wounded in the adjacent bed took the initiative to speak for nothing, " Come and chat. It's going to die anyway, there's no need to be too sad. "
"Why can anyone blow up? What does it have to do with me?" Kutcher's vitality sank, as if losing his soul. Suddenly he was envious of ‘Winter Frost’, who was looking for death chicly, that woman should not be in pain before death.
"So don't be too sad. If you defeat the Aurora Corps, maybe you can grab a lot of medicines and you will be able to heal your legs." The wounded in the adjacent bed joked.
But Kuch shook his head. "I've seen Victor Hugo. He won't be defeated so easily. I think it's our boss, Bann."
"How can Ban be defeated? His strength is several times that of the Aurora Corps, and his equipment is much better." The wounded on the adjacent bed negates: "As long as our heavy artillery continues to blast, the Aurora Corps in the city will definitely be killed. . "
Couch didn't believe it, but shook his head. He stayed calm for a while, but sent another wounded outside the tent. It looks like the wounded was shot in the chest. What makes this man special is that he keeps cursing Bann in a low voice.
Kuch recognized the wounded as his colleague and one of his close friends. But now he was taken to the hospital ...
"Tom, this is Kutch. What's wrong with you?" Kutch asked in surprise.
Later the wounded looked at Coach and said with full hatred: "I sent a report to Bann, but after reading the report, he was angry on the spot and shot me at random. The bastard, I cursed him hell."
"What report did you send?"
"Soyo, Bann's nest, Soyo, is occupied by the Aurora Legion, and our path is cut off." 8