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Almost all of the remaining people in the Fire Ant Mercenary Corps' camp were wounded, and the others were also rescuing the wounded.
Zhang Feng took the M4A1 out of the cave and crouched down. Under the holographic infrared sight, the red shadows were extremely clear. As for whether they were wounded or not, it was not within his scope at all.
In his eyes, there is only the difference between the living and the dead.
As warmongers, mercenaries will pull the trigger on the enemy as long as they are alive.
Only by killing them completely can we be considered truly safe.
They didn't expect someone else from the other party to show up, and they were coming from where the group leader lived.
Quick burst, move, burst, move. Zhang Feng kept repeating the killing action, which was to pull the trigger.
Repeated actions without any hesitation, without any pity, or even any emotion. The training of special forces is to train people to become battlefield killing machines. The existence of emotions will make people make judgments and behaviors that are not absolutely rational! The result of judgment and behavior that is not absolutely rational is accelerated destruction.
The M4A1 equipped with a silencer emitted a low gunshot, but the muzzle flash was extremely dazzling. In three minutes, both the injured and the mercenaries who rescued the wounded were completely dead.
The fire ant mercenary group's station was littered with corpses and blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
The beasts in the jungle were roaring, and they could smell the fresh blood, but the explosions, flames, and harsh gunshots made them afraid to approach.
He stepped on the pool of blood and made a "puff" sound. He looked around carefully to make sure there were no survivors. Zhang Feng lowered his voice and said: "Er Qiangzi, I saw your position and went to save you immediately." Johnson , how is the situation with you two gigolos?"
"Brother Feng, the number of enemies is about a hundred and they have all entered the center of the booby trap at this moment." Johnson said in a deep voice as he lay on the ground with a painful expression on his face.
"Brother Feng... Mu De, I'd better call you madman. Madman, Johnson suffered two gunshot wounds, it shouldn't be serious," the gigolo said.
"I'm fine! Brother Feng, you don't have to worry about me." Johnson said pretentiously.
"I understand. Now I have cleared out the enemies in the station. I will go to support you two after I check the situation of Er Qiangzi." Zhang Feng said, quickly running towards the place where Er Qiangzi was hiding.
Zhang Feng was suddenly shocked when he opened the broken wood covering his body. Zhao Qiang's face turned pale, without any color at all.
She lowered her head and looked at the wound on his thigh, feeling even more surprised in her heart.
The penetrating injury did not damage the bones, but it severed the artery, and the wound caused by the bullet hole was the size of a child's fist.
Fortunately, Zhao Qiang tied the cloth strip tightly at the base of the thigh to prevent massive bleeding due to the severed artery.
Even so, Zhao Qiang's life was hanging by a thread due to excessive blood loss.
At this moment, his expression was a little dazed, his lips were pale and trembling, and his face was covered in cold sweat. This was a sign of shock due to excessive blood loss.
"Made! Zhao Qiang, wake up! Wake up. I am your brother Feng." Zhang Feng kept shouting in Zhao Qiang's ears while slapping his face with his hand.
Zhao Qiang was in a daze and reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids, saying with a weak breath: "Brother Feng... I am... not going to die... cough cough."
"Cao Nima, don't talk nonsense to me. Damn it. You have to live a good life for me. Now I order you to keep your eyes wide open. Just stare like that."
Zhang Feng roared in a deep voice: "Mike, Mike!"
"Brother Feng, I'm here!" He was startled by Zhang Feng's roaring voice and said quickly: "Brother Feng, what can I do?"
"You and Zhai Qiang will find a doctor for me in Ludawang. No matter what method you use, find a doctor for me immediately! Come here as quickly as possible! And Zhao Qiang has type B blood, so prepare a large amount of plasma!"
Hearing this, Mike did not dare to hesitate, "Okay, Brother Feng, it will take at least four hours to drive from the city to your current location. I promise to arrive within four hours."
"Three hours! Three hours at most. If Erqiangzi dies, I don't know what I will do!" Zhang Feng's voice has turned cold. Zhao Qiang grew up with him and was his first and most precious brother. The two grew up wearing the same pair of pants, and their relationship was not that of other people at all.
One can imagine.
"Okay... okay! I promise Brother Feng, I will definitely send you a call in three hours." Mike did not dare to argue any more.
Zhang Feng quickly threw the backpack on his back on the ground, took out the emergency epinephrine from it, extracted it with a syringe, and quickly injected it into Zhao Qiang's meridians.
Although adrenaline will speed up the flow of blood, it will cause greater bleeding. But it will also make people excited. If Zhao Qiang is so confused, he may not be able to wait for the doctor to arrive.
"Madman, I have systematically learned battlefield rescue, and my blood is type O. There must be a first aid kit in the Fire Ant Mercenary Group, and there must be an infusion tube in it. I can give him a blood transfusion!" the gigolo said quickly.
Zhao Qiang was shot because he saved him, and now he is even more in danger. The gigolo cannot just watch indifferently.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhang Feng's heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will go to take over your position immediately, and I must save the life of the second strongman!"
"Madman. He is not only your brother, but also my brother! If he dies today, I will die! If he lives, I will live!" From the moment Zhao Qiang exposed himself to save him, the gigolo regarded him as a brother. The most indispensable thing in the intelligence department is intrigue. It can even be said that he has fewer gigolos than Zhang Feng's brothers and friends. As long as he is regarded as a brother by his gigolo, that will last a lifetime.
Zhang Feng didn't say anything else, but said to Zhao Qiang, who had woken up due to the effect of adrenaline: "Er Qiangzi, if you die, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"
"Feng...Brother, I will live well." The smile on Zhao Qiang's face was extremely bleak.
"Wait for me." Zhang Feng said through gritted teeth and quickly ran towards where the gigolo was. Handing the lurking position to Zhang Feng, the gigolo stood up and quickly ran to Zhao Qiang's side. He quickly checked the wound and found that it was more serious than he thought.
He learned how to deal with a broken aorta when he systematically studied battlefield rescue, but he had never actually practiced it on a living person.
Now, we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse! But before you start, find a first aid kit. Everyone will feel at ease having something like this by their side.
The gigolo stood up and quickly rushed towards the room of the leader of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group.