In the end, those who stayed and did not succeed were not just ordinary employees. They were all regular employees in military chemical plants. Although they were not soldiers in the army, they had all received formal training. From the moment they were kidnapped, they knew they were going to die. I have to bite my mouth tight and can't say anything.
It's damn telling, it's not ordinary infamy!
Now, the people were also saved, and they didn't say anything. As for the mines... They took out those bills of material from Ding Gong, and they touched something in their hearts.
Thinking back to the various mechanical transfers, the range of touch has expanded again.
The mine will be destroyed sooner or later.
Ding Gong, who had lost too much blood and sank into a coma, was still being treated. The special forces of the snow brigade 10 kilometers out of the camp arranged a guard, and immediately propped up the rain-proof cloth covering Ding Gong's body and started first aid.
They all learned first aid on the battlefield. In order not to waste time dealing with wounds and act fast and rude, K7 glanced at the comrade who was pulling gauze to himself, and finally poked his head out and asked Ye Jian, who was in charge of vigilance, to come and help.
At this moment, Ye Jian became K7's assistant, cooperating with K7 to deal with the gunshot wounds for Ding Gong.
Ye Jian saw Ding Gong’s blasted knee, his eyes drooping and avoiding it. The injury was serious. The kneeboard was completely shattered, and the bullet was inserted into the crevice between the calf bone and the thigh bone. K7... also couldn't take it out.
Unfortunately, Ye Jian felt very lucky, because it was not a rifle bullet hit, but a NATO-made pistol bullet.
K7 couldn't take out the bullet from Kabone, and the environment didn't allow him to take it out. The painkiller worked. Ding Gong woke up from a coma while cleaning the wound, but he didn't feel any pain.
He passed out into a coma after being carried into the car. The first sentence when he woke up, he dumbly asked if he was alive. After Ye Jian nodded, he was relieved to lie down all over his body, and said, "Change one leg. Eleven lives are worth it."
K7 did not say that he might be amputated, but Ding Gong said it himself.
Ye Jian pursed the corner of his mouth and said softly: "You haven't reached the step of amputation, don't think too much."
The comfort was a little pale.
"It's okay, it's good if my life is still there." Ding Gong, who was in his forties, looked very open. I saw a lot of injuries. I saw a person being blown up to half of my chest. That was the first time I saw it. I had a nightmare for half a month after returning to my work unit. Later, I saw too much. How scared."
"It's better to be alive than anything else. Life is still alive, and amputation is not a problem. In my business, as long as my brain is not bad, everything is easy to say."
Having said that, Ye Jian still saw Ding Gong's fist trembling.
K7, who is cold-tempered, can’t say comforting words, but he realized Ding Gong’s fear a long time ago, his brows wrinkled slightly, and he seemed to be working hard to form a few comforting words. In the end, he straightened his lips and only said. In a word, "Many soldiers cannot match your guts."
The four comrades who squatted while pulling on the four corners of the rain cover almost fell to the ground with their jaws.
At this moment, there is no sun coming out from the west at night, so K7, who has always only worked and didn't talk, can even comfort people
As his comrades-in-arms, none of them had received his half-word comfort!
Ye Jian didn't know, and felt that although there were few words in K7, the victory had always been streamlined.
K7 didn't think he was comforting the injured, he just told the truth.