"Get out of here first"

As Ruslan said that, he stumbled up, picked up a rifle and put a bullet in it. After looking around, he raised his hand and pointed in a direction and said, "That way... go that way."

"I...I'll carry you," Kirill said, already staggering over with his canvas bag.

"Let me help him"

The situation was slightly better, but not much better. Wei Ran picked up another gun and handed it to Kirill. At the same time, he also took away the canvas bag containing the plasma bag in the other person's hand, and then walked to Ruslan.

Next to him, he put his arm on his shoulder, and at the same time he saw the Wrigley watch on the other person's wrist.

A moment later, Kirill, who was stumbling, also walked to the other side of Ruslan, put his other arm on his shoulder, and at the same time used his outermost hand to tug on the belt of the AK rifle, dragging

It jingled along the gravelly ground.

The three of them supported each other and walked for about a hundred meters. Ruslan said, "Stop... stop, my wound is bleeding and it will... attract the guerrillas."

Major, Kirill, leave me the weapon and give me a roll of gauze, you... you go to the mountains and hide... hide."

"I want to stitch up your wound"

Kirill said and looked at Wei Ran on the other side of Ruslan, "Major, help me..."

"Victor"

Wei Ran corrected him without waiting for the other party to finish his words, and then helped Ruslan sit on a stone behind a bush by the side of the road.

Kirill had just taken down a medical bag and opened it, but Wei Ran had already taken out an anesthetic and applied it around the wound.

"Can you do it now?" Wei Ran asked Kirill, who pursed his lips tightly.

The latter didn't just glance at him, then put on the rubber gloves as quickly as possible.

"vomit--"

Before starting to debridement, Kirill finally turned his head and vomited out again.

But even so, he just wiped his mouth on his shoulder, and then cut the cloth around the wound.

Looking up and looking into the distance, Wei Ran took out his camera and took a special group photo for them. Then he stuffed the camera into his boots and hid it, then put on his gloves and helped the other party take out the palm-sized piece.

Blade fragments.

Almost as they started debriding and suturing, the sound of strafing waves was heard from the direction of the helicopter behind them.

Almost at the same time, Kirill couldn't help but turned his head and vomited again, then wiped the corner of his mouth near his shoulder again, and increased the speed of his hands.

With Wei Ran's help, the two of them completed the debridement and suturing together at almost the same speed.

Almost as soon as the bandaging was completed, Kirill turned his head again and retched again, then lay on his back and fainted like Ruslan.

"I hope they can still make sense..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran only had time to say this sentence before he saw three donkeys walking in the distance, two of which were riding Habibullah and Hakim respectively.

Why three heads?

Wei Ran didn't have time to think about this problem, raised his hands and shouted, "Hey——! We vote..."

"Da da da!"

Before Wei Ran could finish his words, a string of bullets hit his body armor.

"Fuck you two, uncles..."

Wei Ran only had time to curse before his vision went black due to the huge impact of the bullet and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that his hands and feet had been tied and draped across the back of a donkey.

Around him, there were four medical bags and a canvas bag containing plasma.

Look at the two donkeys next to them, one is tied to Ruslan, and the other is tied to Kirill, who is looking depressed.

He looked in front of the donkey with difficulty, and saw that the wound on Habibullah's head had been bandaged, and he was also wearing Ruslan's survival vest.

Next to him, Hakim carried two RPGs, two AK74s and a Bobosha on his shoulders. In his hand, he was still playing with the APB silenced submachine gun seized from Ruslan.

Looking around, he saw that this road was not the one he followed the two of them on before, and the sky was already getting dark. It was estimated that it would be dark in another hour at most.

Obviously, he had been unconscious for a long time, and Hakeem and Habibullah had taken them a long way.

"Plop!"

At this moment, Habibullah, who was leading a donkey, suddenly fell to the ground.

Almost subconsciously, Hakim turned around with the submachine gun, and then ran towards Habibullah in a panic.

"I...I have told you before that bandaging like that is useless."

Kirill weakly said in a language that Weiran could understand but could not understand before the crash, "His wounds need debridement and suturing, and he even needs blood transfusions. He has now suffered from syncope due to anemia.

If no treatment is given, he will continue to tremble, and even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will still suffer from the wound..."

"Shut up!"

Hakim roared in the same language, threw away the weapons he was carrying, picked up an AK rifle, and hit Kirill's butt with the butt of the gun.

"I'm a doctor"

Kirill snorted and said, "I can save him, whether you believe it or not, this is a fact."

With that said, Kirill turned his head to look at Wei Ran with difficulty, took a breath and said, "In addition, I suffered a concussion due to the crash. My hand may not be able to hold the needle holder stably, so I still need my companion."

help.”

"I haven't agreed yet!" Hakim said angrily.

"Whatever you want"

Kirill said indifferently, "You can also watch your companion bleed dry and die in front of you. Even if you beg me, we will not be able to save him."

After a moment's hesitation, Hakim placed the pile of weapons far away, then untied the rope from Kirill's body. He took a few steps back with the gun in his hand, and said cautiously, "Go and save him now."

My companion, if he dies, you will die together, and if you dare to play tricks, I will shoot him."

"Whatever you want"

Kirill said as he fell off the donkey's back.

After getting up again and resting his hands on his knees for a while, Kirill walked to Wei Ran and helped him untie the ropes around his body.

"Are you really planning to save him?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"How about we save him first and then talk about it?" Kirill responded in a low voice.

"Listen to you"

Wei Ran, who was not allowed to kill, nodded indifferently. At this time, both parties were considered "friends". Of course, he hoped that these people could survive.

"Do you know his blood type?" Kirill changed to the language he had just communicated with and asked a slightly amateurish question.

"I have no idea"

Hakim paused and replied in the same language, "But he knows that we have all donated blood."

Hearing this, both Kirill and Wei Ran laughed silently. This question implicitly verified a key issue: Hakeem had no medical knowledge.

"We have to take down the medical kits and plasma kits now."

Kirill pointed to the donkey that previously carried Wei Ran, "Also, it's too dark. I need lighting. There is a flashlight in my medical bag. Can I turn it on?"

"Hurry up and save him!" Hakim shouted urgently, and at the same time raised the rifle in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran and Kirill immediately took off the medical kit and plasma backpack.

"What language did you use to communicate with him just now?" Wei Ran asked as he opened the medical bag.

"Persian"

As Kirill spoke, he took out a flashlight from his medical bag, "I taught myself Persian when I was in college. Since I joined the army and was sent to Afhan two years ago, this foreign language has helped me

Very busy."

"Two years ago?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.

“I took the initiative to apply to stay.”

Kirill pushed the switch to light up the flashlight and tested the brightness, "Sir... Victor, can you come and perform debridement and suturing? My sequelae of concussion haven't disappeared yet, so I'm afraid I can only hold the flashlight for you."

"

"no problem"

Wei Ran had already put on his gloves as he spoke, "Do you need him to wake up and ask about his blood type?"

"certainly"

Before Kirill finished speaking, Wei Ran had already picked up a hemostatic forceps and pinched Habibullah's philtrum.

Under the severe pain and stimulation of the acupuncture points, Habibullah also woke up faintly. Before he could see everything around him clearly, Kirill asked in a low voice, "What is your blood type? This is very important."

"B..." Habibullah responded weakly.

“Thank you for your cooperation”
To be continued...