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The Death Scythe mercenary group had just recovered from the panic of being attacked and organized a counterattack.
At this juncture, Zhang Feng decisively issued a retreat order.
The timing is just right, which can not only cause a certain amount of damage to the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group, but also ensure that the Huangquan Special Operations Team does not suffer casualties!
The members of Huangquan's special operations team quickly began to retreat without any hesitation.
At this time, Zhang Feng's hearing, which was different from ordinary people, heard unusual noises.
Looking sideways slightly, I saw a black shadow shooting towards me at a high speed from a distance, with a long tail flame trailing behind it!
"rp!" shouted loudly and reminded!
Seeing RP heading straight for the King of Hell's position and bombing him, the King of Hell also turned around. His first reaction was not to dodge, but to be stunned!
Zhang Feng's eyes widened, his legs kicked off the ground, and he ran towards the King of Hell.
He flew out and hit the King of Hell's chest hard with his shoulder. The two of them fell to the ground together!
The next second, the rp landed less than four meters away from the two of them and exploded!
The turf was directly blown away by the violent shock wave, and the surrounding trees were directly blown off.
Zhang Feng felt as if ten thousand bees were buzzing inside his head, and there was a sharp pain in his left leg!
The figures running over were separated, overlapping, and blurry.
Only Tyrannosaurus Li Jian's face came closer, and the boss with his mouth wide open seemed to be roaring, but Zhang Feng couldn't hear his voice at all, and his ears were filled with only a buzzing roar.
His body was pulled up and he ran towards the distance precariously.
After retreating to the back and calming down for half an hour, Zhang Feng's head calmed down from the mushy state.
The hearing in my ears gradually recovered, and I was finally able to hear sounds again, but they were still very weak.
The condition of the King of Hell was much better than that of Zhang Feng. After all, Zhang Feng threw him down just before the explosion.
The worst thing was that Zhang Feng was injured, and he also knew the reason for the severe pain in his left leg.
A piece of shrapnel the size of a palm was embedded in the muscle of the thigh! Only two or three centimeters of the pitch-black shrapnel remained outside, and the rest was stuck inside the muscle.
When my head woke up, the deepest thing I felt was the heartbreaking pain.
Zhang Feng tried to move his thigh. Although he was in excruciating pain, his leg could still move, which meant that the shrapnel did not damage the bones.
Fortunately among misfortunes.
The King of Hell had a heavy look of self-blame on his face. If he hadn't been in a daze at the time, he would have had enough time to evade with Zhang Feng's reminder.
He dodged, and Zhang Feng would not take such a big risk to knock him down, causing Zhang Feng to be injured.
"Madman, I owe you a life." The King of Hell said solemnly.
Zhang Feng waved his hand, grinned in pain, and cursed with a smile: "King of Hell, what nonsense are you talking about? If our roles were reversed, you would definitely save me without hesitation! What do we brothers owe? no need."
This is indeed the case, but the King of Hell still said firmly and solemnly: "It was my own mistake, let you bear it! From now on, my life is yours!"
The stubbornness of the King of Hell made Zhang Feng helpless for a while, and he could only say with a wry smile: "Don't make trouble, there is no point in giving your life to me, King of Hell! You should keep it for yourself."
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian frowned and said, "Madman, what should I do about your injury now?"
"Otherwise" Monkey also answered.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Feng waving his hand.
He knew what the monkey wanted to say, or else he would retreat and deal with the wound? This is impossible!
This action against the Death Scythe Mercenary Group is crucial to the future development of the Underworld Mercenary Group. There cannot be any mistakes, and no one can rest assured!
"No! You don't have to treat wounds everywhere, it's the same here."
"And I can feel that no bones were injured, it's nothing serious!" Zhang Feng said.
As he spoke, he opened his backpack and found medical alcohol for disinfection and needles and thread for suturing wounds.
Enduring the severe pain of the wound, he grinned and said, "I'll leave it to you to stitch the wound."
Looking left and right, I saw a branch as thick as my thumb. I took it and bit it in my mouth.
The King of Hell and others all anticipated what Zhang Feng wanted to do, but they did not try to persuade him. The first is that they are all professional soldiers and know how to first aid on the battlefield! Secondly, they knew that even if they tried to persuade him, they would not be able to change Zhang Feng's decision!
He frowned tightly and pinched the exposed part of the shrapnel stuck in the thigh muscle with both hands!
"Uh." A deep roar came out of his throat, and his hands suddenly used force to pull out the shrapnel stained with bright red blood in an instant!
Severe pain! Heartbreaking pain!
Beads of sweat instantly poured out from his forehead, his teeth bit deeply into the branches, the flesh of his cheeks was trembling, and the veins on his neck bulged!
puff. After smearing away the branches covered with tooth marks, Zhang Feng's mouth twitched to reveal an extremely ugly smile.
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian's quick hemostasis bandage pressed Zhang Feng's wound and used compression to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, the amount of bleeding would be so large that the wound would not be sutured.
Each piece of hemostatic bandage was soaked with blood and could no longer be used. When the sixth piece was replaced, the bleeding finally stopped.
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian quickly disinfected the wound with medical alcohol, and Zhang Feng's mouth twitched in pain again.
After the wound is sutured and wrapped with gauze, it is completely completed.
At this time, Zhang Feng's clothes were completely wet with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He fell to the ground on his back, gasping for air. His face was a little pale due to the severe pain and blood loss.
At this time, the King of Hell came over, holding a crutch in his hand, which he had just made from a suitable tree trunk and a military dagger.
"Thank you, King of Hell." Zhang Feng sneered.
Using crutches, I struggled to stand up from the ground. The injury to my left leg did not damage the bones, so my left leg could still move, but I couldn't use too much force. The crutches were just right.
But what he was most concerned about was the movement of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group at the moment. He whispered to the wireless microphone: "Student, how is the Death Scythe Mercenary Group?"
"Madman, you're fine! The retreat direction of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group has been corrected a lot, but it has not completely returned to the 12 o'clock direction. If it is corrected again, there should be no problem!" Hearing Zhang Feng's voice, Student Wen Kaiqi also breathed a sigh of relief.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng nodded. Although the target has not completely returned to the 12 o'clock direction, the direction has corrected a lot, indicating that the action is still valuable!
His eyes turned to the King of Hell, who still had a guilty expression on his face.