Chapter 1627: This sour

"Luck is really good, seeing how you stumbled, I can squeeze a sweat for you. ┡81 Chinese net" Snake Eye whispered.
Lin Rui waved to the distance, then picked up the weapon on the ground and turned and rushed forward. He ran for a few steps and immediately rushed to the gun and Rose with a sliding shovel. "Boss, you are hurt." Rose frowned. "It looks like you're hurt."
"It just looks ugly, but it's not as serious as imagined." Lin Rui looked down at the injury on his arm. "It's painful, but it's just a superficial wound. The bullet hit me after it shot through the wall. It's estimated that the bullet hit me. It was already rolling, cutting a large piece of skin, but it didn't hurt nerves."
"God, this wound looks like it was chopped." The gun lifted him up, "Go, we should also retreat."
"Well, vacate this area to disperse their forces. Our town is closer to the right. It is a residential area with complicated terrain, enough for us to drag it to dark." Lin Rui whispered.
The gun nodded, and after the two of them suppressed the firing with Rose, they retreated with Lin Rui. This time their retreat was very safe, and no mercenaries caught up, because Crazy Horse and Biscuit and others rushed over. They continued to suppress the opponent's retreat with firepower, which had a very good effect.
Lin Rui and others retreated to that residential area. The low and dense houses gave them a lot of cover. An ambush here is enough to block the opponent's footsteps. Those mercenaries also understood this and did not risk their lives to rush forward.
The o2 team members can also take advantage of this time to take a breather. "Everyone arranges their weapons and ammunition, and if they are injured, hurry up and deal with the wounds. The sky is already dark, and the night vision equipment is ready." Lin Rui kept walking around, checking the conditions of the brothers. "Lincoln, what's the situation in Group B?"
"There is no increase in casualties, but ammunition is consumed. We currently have very little ammunition. A few brothers and I went out for a round and brought back all the ammunition and weapons we could find. These should be able to support tomorrow. During the day," Lincoln replied. "Oh, buddy, you have treated the wound. Your wound is cracked, bigger than the Russian mouth."
Lin Rui nodded and stretched out his hand. Lincoln drew a dagger and cut off Lin Rui's sleeve. There was flesh and blood on the sleeves, almost soaked in blood.
Lincoln checked his wound and shook his head. "Luck is good. If the bullet is facing right away, your arm will be useless. Although the wound is a bit ugly, at least there is not much damage. But the scar is It must be inevitable."
Lin Rui bit half of a cigarette in his mouth, "Just don't die, find someone to stitch it up for me."
"It can't be sutured, a large piece of skin has been cut off. Even if you go to a big hospital, you can't suture it, you have to skin graft. Damn you, this wound is still bleeding." Lincoln shook his head.
Lin Rui stretched out his hand and drew out the dagger, opened the wound with the dagger and looked at it. He took out a bullet in silence, pulled out the bullet with Sergey's unlocking tool and a pair of pliers, and poured the gunpowder on the edge of the wound. Lincoln was surprised, "You don't really want to do this, do you? I have seen this hemostasis method in the manual of the British Air Force Secret Service Sas, but I have never seen anyone use it like this."
He understood that Lin Rui was going to burn the wound with gunpowder. The effect of this is that the high temperature seals the blood vessels under the skin around the wound and stops the bleeding urgently. This is also no way if the wound cannot be sutured. After the wound is cleaned of debris, the gunpowder sprinkled with bullets is ignited, which can serve as an emergency disinfection and sealing the wound. The gunpowder of the bullet burns quickly and has a high temperature, which can be disinfected without causing burns.
"Nonsense, your Yankee's logistics support is there, where is such a method necessary. I am an American soldier, and I am going to the rear hospital early for this injury, and I am going to get a purple heart." Lin Rui smiled.
The Purple Heart Medal is awarded by the US military to soldiers wounded in combat due to mission reasons. Lin Rui also made fun of Lincoln, the American soldier. Lincoln hesitated, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Ignite, don't talk nonsense, the gunpowder will be up for a while." Lin Rui whispered.
"It's crazy." Lincoln shook his head and lit the gunpowder. A burst of fire, mixed with gunpowder and the smell of burnt flesh. Lin Rui trembled all over, sweat on his head and face, and his eyes were filled with blood. But there was no sound, only a heavy gasp.
"Are you okay?" Lincoln quickly helped him up.
"Nonsense, try this and see if you will be alright." Lin Rui grinned. "But what do you think of me, yelling like a coward?"
"If you feel better, it doesn't matter if you shout. By the way, Rick, how do you describe the pain in Chinese?" Lincoln frowned.
Lin Rui glanced at him and said, "It's okay to ask why?"
"I'm just thinking, if one day I get hurt and I don't want to be seen as a coward. Maybe I can shout pain in Chinese. Anyway, no one can understand." Lincoln smiled bitterly, "I But not as tolerant as you."
Lin Rui looked at him and muttered, "Well, one day you are injured, and you really can't help but shout out—this is sour!"
"Is this sour?" Lincoln hesitated, "That's how the pain in Chinese cried out?"
"Yes, and I have to yell fiercely. The roar from my heart, look at the shape of my mouth-ah! It's so sour!!! It means that my hurts!" Lin Rui shrugged, "How do you feel? kind?"
Lincoln hesitated, "It seems very enjoyable, and other people don't understand."
"Yes, buddy, this is cool! Chinese is an ancient culture, just like many foreigners have Chinese tattoos on their arms or chests. It looks so tall. After being injured, it hurts in Chinese, then It's too gentleman." Lin Rui patted Lincoln on the shoulder solemnly.
"I feel that you are right, it's so sour!!! It sounds very imposing, buddy. This is a man! Calling these words when injured is not a bitch, it is like a man in a Western movie The protagonist." Lincoln murmured to himself, reviewing this newly learned Chinese sentence. While wrapping Lin Rui's wound with gauze.
Lin Rui clutched the wound and stood up, "Where is the actuary, bring me here."
"Come here." Jiang An was also humiliated, drilling out from the corner of the wall.
"What's happening in Keben?" Lin Rui frowned.
"He can't help much in this situation. His role is mainly reflected in information and intelligence, as well as command and coordination in team operations. We now have nothing and no backup. Cobain has the ability to help. Not busy. But the good news is that it's getting dark. These mercenaries should not attack again." Jiang An whispered.
"Go, follow me to check the surrounding defensive deployment again. Don't have any problems. After the sky is completely dark, it's time for us to fight back." Lin Rui gritted his teeth.