Of course, it is unthinkable for black soldiers and white soldiers to fight in mixed formations. Even the medical soldiers who are called angels in the field are white people who save white people and black people who save black people. Even the blood plasma is divided into two parts.

Use each.

It is no exaggeration to say that the black wounded are not even qualified to use white plasma, and many white wounded would not consider using black plasma to save their lives even if they die.

Outrageous? It’s just a fact. After all, even the Red Cross reluctantly agreed to use black blood to establish a blood bank under the pressure of the US government.

Against this background, it was also obvious that the wounded man who could not be saved seemed to be friends with the white soldier standing desperately on the edge of the crater.

However, Wei Ran gave up treating his friend and came here to save a wounded black man. So now everything he did seemed to be reasonable and reasonable.

But even so, Wei Ran did not stop what he was doing. If he did not revive the wounded man, he would really have to be a mute, without even a chance to refute.

Just at this moment, a second explosion was heard very close by, and the shirtless soldier subconsciously jumped into the crater.

Four people were squeezed into this small crater at once, and one of them was even a wounded person. You can imagine how crowded it was.

But what made him want to laugh was that just when the uninjured black man subconsciously supported the white soldier who jumped down with his hands, the latter subconsciously pushed him away like a little girl who had been molested.

He touched the black hand on his shoulder, and at the same time shouted "Don't touch me!".

Neuropathy!

Wei Ran, who could not make a sound, saw the white soldier once again raised the rifle in his hand, and even the muzzle of the gun hit his helmet, but all he could do was curse in his heart, there was no such thing.

Stop what you are doing.

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Teacher Dalia and Mr. Culp for throwing fireworks and smoke bombs into the room again and again when they were studying medical courses at Hongqi Forest Farm, and even beating gongs and drums in their ears, otherwise he would

I would have taken out my pistol and killed this idiot.

However, Wei Ran's lack of reaction does not mean that the black soldier in the crater did not respond.

Almost at the same time that the muzzle of the gun collided with the guard's steel helmet, the black man grabbed the muzzle of the gun and suddenly raised it, then pulled it forward hard and then pushed it hard into the arms of the shirtless white soldier.

When the hard rifle butt hit the white soldier's chest hard, the latter subconsciously let go of the rifle in his hand in severe pain, and watched helplessly as the black man snatched the rifle away from his hand.

Just at this moment, another cannonball landed not far from everyone, and Wei Ran also stopped the bleeding from his broken leg.

After trying to clear his throat and confirming that he could make a sound, Wei Ran tried to use the extra English in his mind and said, "Okay, let's send him back."

"Thanks"

The black man with the muzzle of his gun lowered subconsciously stretched out his hand towards Wei Ran, but halfway he seemed to remember something and changed it to a salute, "Thank you, I...my name is Will, thank you for saving me."

My comrades."

"Victor, I hope you will never need my help on the battlefield." Upon seeing this, Wei Ran reached out his hand to the other party calmly. He didn't know whether he was black or white in the eyes of the other party or his original identity.

Skin color, but it does not prevent him from giving equal kindness to the other party.

The black soldier named Will hesitated for a moment, and finally shook hands with Wei Ran gently. Then he threw the rifle in his hand to the white soldier who was watching coldly, bent down, picked up his injured companion, and walked to the nearby battlefield not far away.

Landing car run.

The white soldier took the rifle and said to Wei Ran with a cold face, "Medic, you should be ashamed of what you did! You killed Kevin to save a black man!"

"I'm sorry about Kevin," Wei Ran said while packing up the medical equipment he had just used, "but I won't feel ashamed for saving a black man."

Having said this, Wei Ran gently tapped the red cross on his helmet with the hemostatic forceps in his hand, "For me, the only difference is whether he can be saved or not. Well, if you don't plan to shoot,

I'm going to save other people."

Without even giving the shirtless soldier a chance to speak, Wei Ran jumped out of the crater and rushed towards the struggling and screaming wounded in another crater not far away.

Behind him, the shirtless soldier finally put down the rifle that had been aimed at Wei Ran's back, exited the crater and rushed toward the bulldozer not far away.

Seeing this, Wei Ran, who had been looking at this side with his peripheral vision, relaxed slightly and focused all his attention on the injured white man next to him who was shouting very aggressively.

Speaking of which, the soldier's injuries were not serious. The bone on the front of his calf was just broken, and the flesh and skin were not even broken at the fractured area.

"Stop shouting!"

Wei Ran reached out and patted the opponent's helmet gently, then stabbed the opponent's leg with a free tube of morphine.

"Am I going to have my leg amputated?"

The young white soldier asked with a cry of pain. At the same time, he turned his eyes to the side and tightly hugged the M1 carbine in his hand. He didn't dare to look at the M1 carbine in his hand that had been bent at an abnormal angle.

of calves.

"Yes, of course I will have to amputate!"

While waiting for the drug to take effect, Wei Ran reached out and took out the pack of Haocai cigarettes from his helmet, tore it open, took out one and stuffed it into the other person's mouth, then reached out and picked up a sparkling wooden plank from the edge of the crater.

He handed it to the other party, and also took away the carbine in the other party's arms to avoid hurting himself, and then said loudly, "According to my judgment, the nose must be amputated below. In the future, you should be careful of being stepped on by others when you go shopping."

To the skull.”

The panic-stricken wounded soldier was stunned for a moment. His nose and tears were dripping from his hands, and he couldn't help but smile stupidly. He stretched out his neck honestly, put the cigarette in his mouth to the edge of the wooden slats, and took a sip hard.

, skillfully puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Ran shouted and asked, taking out a pair of scissors and tapping the opponent's broken calf lightly.

"No pain, no feeling!"

The relaxed young soldier wiped the tears and snot from his face and leaned his upper body on the edge of the crater. "Be gentle when you amputate my limbs."

"I told you there's no need for amputation, but don't move around next time."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already cut off the wounded man's trouser legs, pinched the red and swollen area around the fracture, and then sat down opposite the wounded man, and stretched out his foot to step on his crotch while the other man was staring blankly at him.

.

Before the young soldier could react, Wei Ran had already clamped the ankle of the fractured calf with his armpits and pulled him back hard. At the same time, he stepped on the other man's crotch and kicked forward hard.

Less than half a minute later, when he relaxed his strength slightly, the originally bent calf had roughly returned to its normal angle.

After squeezing the fracture again, Wei Ran shouted loudly amidst the rumbling gunfire, "I'm sorry, it's not aligned and needs to be adjusted again. Please bear with it!"

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

The young soldier finally reacted and hurriedly took off his helmet to protect his crotch, "I don't want you to step on my lovely balls just to save my legs!"

"May I have your name?"

While Wei Ran was asking, he had already stepped on the opponent's helmet that was stuck between his legs. At the same time, he was pulling the opponent's leg back hard, and his hands were groping around the fractured area to adjust the position a little bit.

"Jack! What about you? Will you pull my legs off?!"

The wounded man gritted his teeth and said an ordinary name that could not be more ordinary, trying his best to endure the strange pulling sensation at the fracture.

"Victor! Don't move!"

While Wei Ran shouted, he pressed the fractured area with both hands, and at the same time, he gradually loosened his foot that was holding the opponent's helmet.

Until he was sure that the broken bones were aligned, he held the opponent's calf and released the armpit, reached out and picked up the wooden stick he had just used to light the opponent's cigarette and poked it into the water in the center of the crater to extinguish the remaining sparks, and then lit it again

The wounded man named Jack took off the opponent's bayonet and scabbard while watching in confusion.

Using these three things as splints and a roll of gauze to fix the fracture, Wei Ran raised his head and looked around, and saw two stretcher-bearing soldiers in the distance. He immediately waved and shouted, "Stretcher! Here!"

Hearing this, the two white soldiers in charge of carrying the stretcher immediately ran over and carried Jack up quickly. Before leaving, one of the stretcher-bearing soldiers glanced at the military rank on the guard's clothes and pointed to a machine not far away.

The flaming tracked landing vehicle shouted loudly, "There is a person behind the landing vehicle who has an abdominal injury. His intestines have flowed out. Can you help him?"

"no problem!"

Wei Ran responded loudly, and before leaving the crater, he accidentally picked up the carbine that had just been handed over from the wounded man named Jack.
Chapter completed!