Amidst the continuous screams, Wei Ran slowly took out shotshells one by one from the Type 56 bullet bag on his waist and stuffed them into the magazine. After loading the gun with a click, he greedily stuffed additional ones into it.

One.

Looking behind him, Wei Ran bent down to pick up the grenade launcher and put it on his shoulder. He walked up to the T troop soldier who was rolling in pain, stepped on his broken arm, and pressed the muzzle of his shotgun against it.

Holding his other arm, he asked, "What's your name? Forget it, whatever your name is, answer my questions before you go into shock due to blood loss, and I'll help you treat your wounds."

"It's you! Why did you..."

"What are you doing here today?" When Wei Ran saw that the other party recognized him, he became rude.

"Looking for Sergeant Brad and your bodies," the soldier said through gritted teeth, "Quick, help me."

"Don't worry"

Wei Ran smiled, "Where's Platoon Commander George? Is he here?"

"No"

The soldier immediately replied, "He is a guest in the camp of the Hambang people."

"How many people are here this time?"

"Two platoons of soldiers with sticks, and two squads from Team T."

"What's going on in the village outside?" Wei Ran took the time to ask.

"That's the village closest to where the helicopter crashed."

The soldier replied painfully, "We also found Sergeant Brad's personal belongings there, and then we encountered resistance."

"Did Angus survive?" Wei Ran finally asked.

"Live, survive!"

The T team member immediately replied, "He said you were shot down by the guerrillas. He fell down halfway and had no idea whether the others were alive. It was his suggestion that we come here this time."

He is clearing himself of suspicion...

Wei Ran instantly guessed Angus's plan and asked with a normal expression, "Where is he now?"

"Has been sent to Xian..."

"boom!"

After getting the answer, Wei Ran pulled the trigger towards his neck without waiting for the opponent's wrist.

After loading the gun and adding another bullet, he looked around, put away the shotgun and pulled out the Kabbah saber on the side of his backpack. Whether alive or dead, he stabbed each other in the heart and neck, and also captured a lot of them.

Something useful.

In addition to taking away the first aid box that everyone had, he also dug out several 40mm grenades, compressed biscuits, and two cans of meat.

Without enough time to count carefully, he finally pulled out M67 grenades from the corpse and stuffed them under the corpse, and then hung a few more on his body.

Finally, he picked up the M16 rifle used by the T-team member, wiped the blood from the opponent's elbow on his face, and buckled the opponent's helmet.

After dressing up, this helpless historian ran boldly in the direction from which he came, and at the same time shouted loudly for the medical soldiers at the top of his lungs.

Soon, a medical soldier with a stick ran over.

"Come with me!"

Wei Ran immediately shouted hello to the other party in English, almost dragging him to run towards the corpse again.

"Crack!"

Just when he saw the corpses, Wei Ran suddenly hugged the medic's head and squeezed it hard. With the crisp sound of bone cracking, the not-so-tall medic with a stick also felt his body.

So soft, he fell to the ground like a piece of shit.

Looking around, Wei Ran used the M16 rifle in his hand and the helmet on his head to exchange the opponent's Red Cross helmet and the two medical bags on his waist. By the way, he did not forget to stuff two bags under the opponent's body, covered with rain and dew.

A grenade with the tab removed.

After clapping his hands and standing up, the brave Wei Ran stretched out the four medical bags hanging on his waist, stuffed the camera and binoculars hanging around his neck into the bag, and ran quickly in the direction where Zach and the other three had stayed.

At this time, the fighting here is still not over. Some of the soldiers who returned to the jungle also walked back with excitement on their faces while holding the captured villagers - they had captured the guerrillas!

He bent down to pick up the Vietnam Aid kettle dropped by Zach and the others. Wei Ran picked it up in his hand, stopped a soldier holding a stick, raised his finger and pointed in the direction he came from, and deliberately said in an unfamiliar language hastily,

"Stretcher! Need it over there!"

As he spoke, he made a sign for "10" with his hand anxiously.

"You guys, come with me!"

The soldier holding the stick first made an OK gesture towards Wei Ran, then waved his arm vigorously, and led the people around him to rush towards the direction directed by Wei Ran.

Without looking at the captured villagers, Wei Ran ran quickly into the depths of the jungle like an anxious and responsible medical soldier, while also deliberately avoiding any white or black soldiers he encountered.

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"Boom! Boom!"

Soon, two consecutive explosions of grenades attracted the attention of most soldiers in the jungle. Weiran also took this opportunity to run a few steps amidst the faint roar of helicopter propellers.

Running all the way, when he was completely out of the battle line, the fighting in the village behind him was still going on, and there was even more intense driving. He could even clearly see a Huey quilt through the leafless canopy.

RPG poked down.

What's the number today?

Wei Ran counted the time inexplicably, secretly wondering whether this conflict would become the trigger for a major war.

Probably not. Now those "good brothers" who have been working hard are concentrating on preparing to launch the Spring Festival Offensive. They should not start a hasty attack here.

Thinking of this, he also stopped and carefully stuck a grenade with the tab removed between two branches at the root of the bush he had just deliberately passed through.

Carefully letting go of his hand, Wei Ran quickened his pace and continued running wildly. At the same time, he always kept an eye on his head, guarding against the helicopter that might appear at any time.

Before the gunfire stopped in the village, and before he returned to the edge of the mountain spring, he saw Zach and Li Youfu hiding under a tree, and Ruan Qingcha with gauze on his shoulders!

"Victor! You are finally back! I knew you would come for me!"

Zach was so excited that he almost jumped up after seeing Wei Ran, "Hurry up! She is seriously injured!"

"How did you get hurt?"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he knelt down and opened the medical bag, asking questions while conducting inspections.

"Stray bullet" Li Youfu, who helped hold the wound, replied, "She was injured by a stray bullet."

"Take your hands away"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already inserted a stick of morphine around the wound of Ruan Qingcha.

Her injuries were neither serious nor serious. One of the wounds opened a bloody groove on the scalp above her ears, almost opening her eye sockets and temples, while the other was a gunshot wound on her shoulder, which was torn apart by a bullet.

It opened muscles and broke bones, and it still remained in her body.

"Did you also shoot just now?" Wei Ran had already begun the debridement work as he spoke, "By the way, help me keep an eye on the direction from which I came and the top of my head."

"Shot fired." Li Youfu, who looked away, subconsciously tightened his grip on the AK rifle in his hand.

"Victor, if it's convenient, please re-answer the question you just asked." As Zach spoke, he raised the camera again and pointed it at Wei Ran, "What are your standards?"

"As you said, I don't like them." Wei Ran, who was busy at work, replied matter-of-factly, without delaying his work at all.

"Friend, can't you be more honest?" Zach said helplessly.

"Only when photographers uphold justice and objectivity can they avoid staining the lens with blood."

Wei Ran borrowed a footnote plagiarized from a metal book, and then added extra seriously, "In order to prevent the lens from being stained with blood, I don't mind getting my hands stained with blood."

"So what's the standard of justice?" Zach asked relentlessly.

"I don't know what the standard of justice is"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had used a hemostat to pull out the bullet stuck in Ruan Qingcha's shoulder and threw it away. He continued firmly, "But at least I know that this war had nothing to do with justice when it was launched.

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"I was convinced by you"

As he spoke, Zach put down the camera that had taken the photo, took out his notebook, wrote and drew, and said, "From now on, if necessary, I will also take up arms."

"Compared to this, you'd better make a stretcher as soon as possible."

While Wei Ran was busy cleaning the wounds, he calmly encouraged her, "After I suture the wound, she will be unable to walk on her own due to excessive blood loss, and may even fall into a coma, so we need a stretcher."

"no problem"

Zach responded happily, took out the obstacle removal knife and chopped two wooden sticks with thick wrists. Then he took out the waterproof nylon cloth used to set up the tent in the bag, and with the help of Li Youfu, he made it

A stretcher.

"Why do you want to help me?"

Li Youfu pointed at Ruan Qingcha who had just said something, "She just asked that."

"Want you to be interviewed by Zach"

Wei Ran smiled and replied, "In addition, you have to exchange pistols with me. These are the reasons. Translate it to her. In addition, tell her to shut up and keep quiet. I will soon help her sew up the wound on her face. That's a
To be continued...