One second············Two seconds············Three seconds············Four seconds······ ······Five seconds···········
However, this grenade once again exceeded Jiang Minghao and Moore’s expectations. The white smoke that rose slowly finally disappeared. Like a extinguished spark, Moore and Jiang Minghao who had a false alarm could not help but move towards. After a glance at the location of the grenade, Moore was incredibly surprised:
"Damn it, isn't it a dud again? I almost got scared to pee!"
"Eh..." Jiang Minghao looked at the dud that was gradually silent, and he was shocked, as if he had encountered a miracle. You know, this kind of dud The chance of appearing was almost one in ten million, but Jiang Minghao encountered him twice in a row at this moment.
I really don’t know if God is deliberately joking with Jiang Minghao, or Jiang Minghao is born with the protagonist's halo. That almost bursting luck is fully displayed at this moment, even Jiang Minghao himself can’t help but secretly marvel:
"It's a damn thing, Xiaoye is really God's darling!"
"Saber, it seems that our enemy's equipment is too poor." As Moore said, he walked towards the remaining grenade at will, and saw him bend over at will, and stretched out his hand to directly touch the grenade. Hidden in the grass, a grenade buried in the dirt.
"Ding··················"
It was the sound of the bolt on the grenade being bounced by a spring, and this sound, like the howling of death, made Jiang Minghao's heart uncontrollable, as if someone was pressing a sharp knife against his back heart. As long as you apply a little force, the tip of the knife will immediately penetrate his back and pierce the back of his heart.
"Moore, be careful, this one is real!"
Jiang Minghao yelled immediately, but Moore was completely stunned by Jiang Minghao’s shout. He stared blankly at the white-smoke grenade in his hand, and there was a pair of eyes in his eyes. The despair and fear of death.
In other words, Moore at this moment has already felt the true or false of this grenade, or to be more precise, his right hand, which held the grenade tightly, has also completely lost its power because of fear.
The only way to face this grenades that was about to explode was to let Moore get out of his hands, but Moore, who was completely shocked at the moment, was completely like a wooden man standing there motionless, so Jiang Minghao could only think of a way. Like kicking a ball, kick out the grenade in Moore's hand.
"Snapped················"
He only heard the violent noise when the army boots collided with a foreign object. At this very moment, Jiang Minghao suddenly struck a carp and bounced directly from the ground. The original was pressed tightly under his body, and he was afraid of his body And Jiang Minghao, who was mine, didn't have so much encouragement at all at this moment, and he turned around 360 degrees and whip his legs!
That sturdy, steel whip-like right leg slammed against Moore's right elbow, and only hearing a click, Moore's right wrist was dislocated, and the tightly held grenade in his hand was also launched. Like a grenade, it flew far away!
"Boom..."
Hearing a loud noise, a loud explosion instantly exploded less than 20 meters away from them, and at the moment when the grenade exploded, Jiang Minghao slammed on his body like a hungry tiger. Moore jumped directly on, pressing him firmly under him.
When the gunpowder dissipated, Moore, who was crushed by Jiang Minghao, couldn't help but twitch. He only listened to the air-conditioning in his mouth, and kept shouting:
"Hiss... It hurts... It hurts... It hurts... It breaks..." ·······broken··············"
When Jiang Minghao heard Moore's yelling, he slowly raised his head, shook the mud and broken grass on his face, and slapped Moore on the back of the head.
"Fuck you, you're stupid, you're a grenade, you're dead, don't you know how to hide? You broke? You almost died, do you know?"
"No...it's not...it's really broken... ····The hand is broken···············"
When Moore said this, Jiang Minghao reacted, remembering his violent whip leg, and Moore's trembling voice from the pain at this moment also made Jiang Minghao feel Moore's pain.
"Wow..." Jiang Minghao immediately turned over, and then helped Moore up. At that moment, Moore's hand was like a broken tree branch, connected only by skin and flesh.
Jiang Minghao immediately scanned Moore's wrist with his own perspective eyes and found that it was just a simple dislocation. So Jiang Minghao held Moore's palm slightly, pretending to be worried and regretful:
"Moore, it's over, I'm sorry, this hand...comminuted fracture!"
Although Moore was only a soldier, he was at least trained in battlefield first aid. He probably could feel his elbow problem, but looking at Jiang Minghao’s serious face, especially the twinkling eyes, it seemed that tears were about to come. It appeared general, and he unexpectedly began to be a little suspicious.
"Military········Saber··························································································································································· He knew his strength very well. With his three-legged cat kung fu, how could he be like Fu Tao, even if he lost a hand, he could still move freely? What's more, what he lost was the most important right hand!
As a soldier, when his right hand is lost, it means that he will be missed, and even the most solemnly respected military salute for soldiers will not be able to pay homage to the national flag.
"Pattern············Pattern············
It turned out to be the sound of tears falling, and Moore actually started to cry. The big teardrops seemed to be Moore's final farewell to the military career in his heart, as if he was a suffering man who knew of his future desperate career, except for the silent Weeping, he didn't know what else to do.
Jiang Minghao glanced at Moore who was crying like a child in front of him. On the contrary, he respected Moore even more in his heart, because Jiang Minghao knew very well that as a soldier, the importance of his right hand to him can almost be said to be a soldier. The whole life.
Because there is no right-handed soldier, it is a sniper rifle that has lost its firing pin. It is too short to be used as a fire stick. Without a right-handed soldier, it means that he has almost never been on the battlefield in his life. Without a right-handed soldier, Their hearts are no longer the right arm of the army, but become a burden to the army.
So how many soldiers, after facing such inner struggles and thinking, chose to abandon the work carefully arranged for them by the leaders, chose to walk out of the barracks, into the society, relying on the only other hand to carry ordinary people Life and stress.
Because soldiers have their own dignity and their own honor, and these hard-core soldiers, what they want is left in the history of the army, their great achievements, their selfless dedication, not After being injured, relying on the green uniform on his body, he ate and drank in the barracks.
They can’t do this kind of bastard thing, because they are soldiers, because this green uniform carries the immortal army soul engraved by generations of martyrs with their blood and lives, and they are by no means easy for this noble army. The soul is tainted by the slightest bit.
"Well, don't cry like a girl, I promise your master!"
"Huh? Army············Saber·············I············I heard that right?" When Moore heard Jiang Minghao’s words, his eyes, which were originally torrential rain and tears, flashed brilliantly. He stared at Jiang Minghao with almost incredible eyes, hoping to verify his own from Jiang Minghao’s expression. The ears did not make a mistake!
"Crack..."
But at this moment, Moore’s ears heard a sound of bone rubbing, and there was a tearing pain on his wrist and elbow, as if a knife was scraping his own bone marrow. Can't help but yell:
"what···············"
Moore screamed frantically, usually with his left hand tightly covering his wrist, as if at that moment, Moore felt that as long as his left hand left, his palm would immediately fall out of touch with his wrist!
"Snapped················"
There was another familiar sound, and a familiar pain in the back of the head that caused Moore to shut up immediately, only to hear Jiang Minghao contemptuously from the side:
"Master, what are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with it, isn't it just a dislocation? As for such a dying to live? Accepting an apprentice like you, hey, my life is wise. ············"
"············································································································································ Unbelievable, even his wrist tightly clasped with his left hand seemed to be healed in an instant, and he didn't feel the slightest pain.