War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1693 Crash
"Ruslan!"

Wei Ran shouted loudly in the noisy cabin.

"What's wrong? Major, no, Victor!" Ruslan, who was sitting in the narrow passage behind the driver's seat, shouted.

After trying to say "Watch out for Stinger anti-aircraft missiles" to no avail, Wei Ran could only pat the seat belt on his chest and loudly reminded with the microphone at his lips, "Fasten your seat belts!"

"thanks for your reminder!"

Ruslan listened to the advice and reached out to grab the two obviously self-modified safety belts fixed on the top of the cabin and hung them on his own belt.

The only protection that this homemade safety belt, commonly known as a swing, can provide is to prevent people in the cabin from being thrown out of the cabin due to violent maneuvers.

Next, Wei Ran found that he could no longer utter any words. He couldn't even get up and go to the window to look out.

Fortunately, he could still turn his neck, so he could clearly see Kirill, who was sitting next to him, holding the canvas bag containing the blood bag tightly.

Soon, the armed helicopter began to dive and its machine guns began to roar.

Amid the waves of weightlessness and the uncontrolled swaying yet restrained by the safety belt, Wei Ran closed his eyes and recalled everything that happened on the ground.

"Attention! Another one crashed!"

As the shouts came from the communication headset, the armed helicopter suddenly flew sideways and rose.

"Another one crashed!"

Gunner Kanzat shouted in the communication channel, "Be careful, the enemy has individual anti-aircraft missiles, and I also saw heavy machine guns!"

"Get rid of them!" Pilot Ivan said decisively, "Get rid of the individual anti-aircraft missiles first! Use rockets."

"Leave it to me!" Kanzat responded calmly.

"Be careful of falling rocks in the valley and RPGs on the top of the mountain. We can't fly too low." Ruslan also made a reminder.

"Sit tight!"

After the pilot Ivan gave a reminder, the speed of the Mi-24 also increased, and Wei Ran also heard the unique sound of the rocket leaving the launch nest.

"Some idiot fired an RPG at us from a kilometer away," Kanzat shouted wantonly in the communication channel, "Have they run out of bullets for their heavy machine guns?"

But in the crew cabin at the back, Wei Ran knew clearly that the idiot was Abdullah, a teacher who used to teach Russian at the university, and he was using himself as bait.

"Hurry up and get rid of him!" Ivan urged.

"Even their machine gun positions have been taken out," Kanzat said amid the sound of a new round of rocket fire.

"Repeat fire at suspicious locations. Let's go rescue our companions in the valley first." Ivan issued a new order, and Kanzat also operated the machine gun to start targeted repeat fire.

"It's been cleaned up!" Kanzat said loudly and confidently in the communication channel.

It's over.
Wei Ran subconsciously pulled off a safety belt hanging above his head and hung it on his bulletproof vest. Then, he stuffed the miniature camera into the medical bag as quickly as possible.

At the same time, the helicopter began to descend after circling cautiously twice.

"Pull up! RPG!"

Kanzat had just shouted a warning in the communication headset when an explosion was heard from the direction of the tail of the plane!
Immediately afterwards, another "boom" explosion came from the front of the helicopter, and Ruslan also let out a scream. Immediately afterwards, a rapid alarm sounded from inside the helicopter.

"Ivan! Ivan!"

Ruslan pulled the safety belt back to his original position like a swing, just leaned over to take a look and shouted a warning, "Ivan is dead! Kanzat."

"I'm alive"

Kanzat's voice became much more difficult, and in his intermittent tone, one could hear coughing, "I'm here. Control the emergency landing, hold on tight."

"Be prepared for an emergency landing!"

While shouting warnings, Ruslan rushed to the broken cockpit as fast as he could, unbuckled Ivan's seat belt, pushed him aside with great effort, and tried to reach out and grab the joystick.

"Spread your legs!"

Wei Ran said to Kirill at the same time, and when the other party subconsciously spread his legs, he hung another safety belt on his belt and tightened it.

Just as Kirill subconsciously imitated Wei Ran's movements and let his legs hang in the air, holding tightly the plasma canvas bag and the safety belt in his arms, the helicopter, under Kanzat's difficult control, was spinning and lowering its altitude almost brushing the mountain.

"Survive!"

Gunner Kanzat shouted with all his might, trying his best to keep the helicopter in a relatively safe falling posture.

But he was just a gunner after all. Although he could adjust the posture of the Mi-24, he was far from being so adept at it.

Not only him, but Ruslan, who tried to get into the cockpit, was unable to grab the joystick in time because it was blocked by Ivan's broken body.

"boom!"

Finally, the tail of the Mi-24, which began to spin, collided with the mountain, and the fuselage changed its posture, causing the fragile nose and even more fragile propeller blades to hit the mountain hard!
"Kanzat!"

In the violent collision, Ruslan let out a series of screams before he could even wait for the other party's response. A broken propeller blade penetrated the damaged cabin in front and pierced his leg!
Not only that, his seat belt could only prevent him from falling out of the cabin, but it did not tie him tightly to the chair like Wei Ran and Kirill's.

At this time, Wei Ran and Kirill were also in a bad condition. Although they had lifted their feet off the ground with the help of safety belts, they subconsciously protected the medical kits and plasma bags in their arms during the subsequent roll.

"Boom!"

With another muffled sound, the armed helicopter finally returned to the ground, but with the same muffled sound, Wei Ran's head and Kirill's head collided with each other and at the same time hit the railing pillar of the seat.

At the same time, the huge impact of the seat belts and seat backs almost made them vomit.

It was at this moment that Wei Ran finally felt the long-lost feeling of brain failure. It was not until this moment that he realized why the aftereffects of the language task in the previous scene were so mild - because this language task was too painful!

"Who is still alive?"

Ruslan was the first to ask, "Kanzat? Kanzat? Kirill?"

"I vomit!"

Kirill was about to speak, but he couldn't help vomiting in the end. However, even so, he still let go of the plasma bag in his arms.

"Victor" Ruslan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask.

"I'm still. Still alive."

Wei Ran, who felt as if all the bones in his body were broken, responded with difficulty, while tremblingly taking out a paratrooper knife, cutting the locked safety belt, and standing up shakily.

"How are you doing?" Wei Ran walked up to Ruslan and asked.

"leg"

Ruslan, who was also bruised and battered, pointed to the blade fragment embedded in his leg and said, "Open the hatch quickly. We need to leave as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Wei Ran first helped the other person cut his seat belt, and then helped Kirill cut his own seat belt.

After a while, Ruslan dragged his injured leg, held the cabin wall with his bloody hands, and pushed open the hatch with three AK74 rifles fixed on it with difficulty. He was the first to crawl out with a grin on his face.

After trying to open Kanzat's cabin door in vain, he chose to give up. Even through the window, he could see that Kanzat had died in the collision just now, not to mention that a large part of his cabin was also blown apart by the RPG.

While he was stunned, Wei Ran had already helped Kirill to stand up. He failed to fasten his hat tightly on his head during the fall, so the final impact naturally caused more damage to him.

With the help of Ruslan and Wei Ran, Kirill climbed out of the cabin with difficulty, but even so, he still said, "Blood plasma."

"Plasma. Plasma."

Wei Ran, who was also confused, looked around and handed the canvas bag containing the plasma bag to Ruslan, who then passed it to Kirill.

While Wei Ran was climbing out, Ruslan took an AK74 from the cabin door, removed the magazine and stuffed it into his collar, then removed the receiver cover, pulled out the parts inside and threw them away.

Then he took out the other two rifles and handed them to Wei Ran after he had struggled to climb out of the cabin.

"With weapons"

Ruslan said, with wounds all over his hands and face.

"I'll help you down"

Wei Ran moved closer and carried Ruslan down from the helicopter where he was lying on his side, and then the two of them fell together.

"us."

Ruslan took a few deep breaths and said, "We need to get out of here quickly."

"Your leg is injured"

Kirill said, covering his mouth to resist the urge to vomit, and then said after a while, "Let me help you."

"Get out of here first"

Ruslan said as he stumbled to his feet, picked up a rifle and loaded it with bullets. After looking around, he pointed in a direction and said, "Over there. Go over there."

"I'll carry you on my back," Kirill said, and stumbled over with the canvas bag in his hand.

"Let me help him."

Wei Ran, whose situation was slightly better but not much, picked up another gun and handed it to Kirill. He also took away the canvas bag containing the blood bag from the other party. Then he walked to Ruslan and put his arm on his shoulder. At the same time, he saw the Wrigley watch on the other party's wrist.

A moment later, Kirill stumbled to the other side of Ruslan, put his other arm on his shoulder, and at the same time grabbed the AK rifle's belt with his outermost hand, dragging it on the gravel ground, making a clanking sound as he walked.

The three of them supported each other and walked about a hundred meters. Ruslan said, "Stop, my wound is bleeding and it will attract the guerrillas.

Major, Kirill, leave me your weapons and a roll of gauze, and you two go hide in the mountains."

"I'm going to sew your wounds up."

Kirill said as he looked at Wei Ran on the other side of Ruslan, "Major, help me"

"Victor"

Wei Ran corrected the other party before he could finish his words, then helped Ruslan sit on a stone behind a bush on the side of the road.

Kirill had just taken out a medical kit and opened it when Wei Ran had already taken out an anesthetic and applied it around the wound.

"Are you okay now?" Wei Ran asked Kirill, who pursed his lips tightly.

The latter just glanced at him and put on rubber gloves as quickly as possible.

"Ugh—" Before starting to clean the wound, Kirill finally turned his head and vomited again.

But even so, he just wiped his mouth on his shoulder and then cut the cloth around the wound.

Looking up at the distance, Wei Ran took out his camera and took a unique photo of them. Then he hid the camera in his boots, put on gloves, and helped the other party take out the palm-sized piece of paddle blade.

Almost as they began to clean and suture the wound, the sound of PPSh-22s was heard from the direction of the helicopter behind them.

Almost at the same time, Kirill couldn't help but tilt his head and spit again, then wiped the corner of his mouth near his shoulder again and increased the speed of his hands.

With Wei Ran's help, the two of them completed the debridement and suture at almost the same speed.

Almost as soon as the bandage was completed, Kirill tilted his head and retched again, then lay on his back on the ground and fainted like Ruslan.

“I hope they can still make sense.”

Wei Ran only had time to mutter this sentence before he saw three donkeys coming from the distance, two of which were riding Habibullah and Hakim respectively.

Why are there three heads?
Wei Ran didn't have time to think about this question. He raised his hands and shouted, "Hey! Let's vote."

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"Da da da!"

Before Wei Ran could finish his words, a string of bullets hit his bulletproof vest.

"Fuck you two."

Wei Ran only had time to curse before his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness due to the huge impact of the bullet.

When he woke up again, he found himself tied up with his hands and feet and placed across the back of a donkey.

Around him, he had four medical kits and a canvas bag containing plasma tied to his chest.

Look at the two donkeys next to them, one has Ruslan tied to it, and the other has Kirill, who looks depressed, tied to him.

Looking forward with difficulty, Habibullah saw that the wound on his head had been bandaged, and he was wearing Ruslan's survival vest.

Next to him, Hakim had two RPGs, two AK74s and a PPSh on his shoulders. In his hand, he was still fiddling with the APB silenced submachine gun seized from Ruslan.

Looking around, he realized that this road was not the one he had taken with the other two before, and it was already getting dark. He estimated that it would be dark in an hour at most.

Apparently, he had been unconscious for a long time, and Hakim and Habibullah had taken them a long way.

"Pfft!"

At this moment, Habibullah, who was leading a donkey, suddenly fell to the ground.

Almost subconsciously, Hakim turned around with the submachine gun in his hand, and then ran towards Habibullah in panic.

"I told you long ago that bandaging like that is useless."

Kirill spoke weakly in a language that Wei Ran could understand but not before the crash, "His wounds need to be cleaned and sutured. He even needs a blood transfusion. He is now fainting due to anemia. If he is not treated, he will continue to tremble. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will die from his wounds..."

"Shut up!"

Hakim yelled in the same language, dropped the weapons on his back, picked up an AK rifle, and hit Kirill in the butt with the butt.

“I’m a doctor”

Kirill groaned and then said, "I can save him. Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."

Kirill turned his head with difficulty and looked at Wei Ran. He took a breath and said, "Also, I have a concussion due to the plane crash. My hands may not be able to hold the needle holder steadily, so I still need the help of my companions."

"I haven't agreed yet!" Hakim said angrily.

"up to you"

Kirill said indifferently, "You can also watch your companion bleed to death in front of you. By then, even if you beg me, we won't be able to save him."

After a moment's hesitation, Hakim put the weapons far away, then untied Kirill's rope, took a few steps back with the gun in hand, and said cautiously, "Go save my companion now. If he dies, you will die together. If you dare to play tricks, I will shoot you too."

"up to you"

As Kirill spoke, he fell off the donkey's back.

After climbing up again and leaning on his knees to relax, Kirill walked to Wei Ran and helped him untie the ropes on his body.

"Are you really going to save him?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"How about we save him first?" Kirill responded in a low voice.

"Listen to you"

Wei Ran, who was not allowed to kill, nodded indifferently. At this time, both sides were considered "friends", and he certainly hoped that these people could survive.

"Do you know his blood type?" Kirill asked a slightly amateurish question, using the same language he had just used to communicate.

"I do not know"

Hakim paused and replied in the same language, "But he knows it himself. We have all donated blood."

Hearing this, both Kirill and Wei Ran laughed silently. This question implicitly verified a key point: Hakim had no medical knowledge.

"We need to take down the medical kits and plasma kits now."

Kirill pointed to the donkey that had carried Wei Ran before, "Also, it's too dark, I need some light, there's a flashlight in my medical bag, can I turn it on?"

"Hurry up and save him!" Hakim shouted urgently, raising the rifle in his hand.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Kirill immediately took off their medical kits and plasma backpacks.

"What language did you use to communicate with him just now?" Wei Ran asked as he opened the medical kit.

"Persian"

Kirill said, pulling a flashlight from his medical bag. "I taught myself Persian when I was in college, and it has been a great help to me since I joined the army and was assigned to Afhan two years ago."

"Two years ago?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.

“I took the initiative to apply to stay.”

Kirill flipped the switch to light the flashlight and tested the brightness. "Young Victor, can you come and do the debridement and suturing? I'm still suffering from the sequelae of my concussion, so I'm afraid I can only hold the flashlight for you."

"no problem"

Wei Ran had already put on gloves while speaking, "Do you need him to wake up and ask for his blood type?"

"certainly"

Before Kirill finished his words, Wei Ran had already picked up a hemostat and pinched Habibullah's philtrum.

Under the severe pain and the stimulation of the acupuncture points, Habibullah also woke up. Before he could see everything around him clearly, Kirill whispered, "What is your blood type? This is very important."

"B" Habibullah responded weakly.

“Thanks for your cooperation”

As Kirill spoke, he had already opened the canvas bag containing plasma, picked out a bag of plasma at random, connected the transfusion tube, and then clamped the bag of plasma around his neck, heating it up as well.

At the same time, Wei Ran also injected a small amount of anesthesia around the wound on Habibullah's head, and began to clean and suture the wound with extra care.

Taking the opportunity to help, Kirill also hid a scalpel in his sleeve.

Wei Ran didn't know what to say about this, so he could only cooperate with the other party and slow down a little.

After he completed the debridement, suturing and professional bandaging, the bag of plasma clamped around Kirill's neck was also completely transfused into Habibullah's body.

"I would like to check on my companion's injuries," Kirill said.

"Your companions cannot die"

Hakeem held the gun and said, "Now you two go to the front and lie on the ground."

After looking at each other, Wei Ran and Kirill reluctantly took a few steps forward and lay down on the cold sandy ground.

After he lay down, Hakim immediately carried Habibullah to a donkey, and then hung extra weapons, medical kits, plasma bags and other items on another donkey.

"You two go ahead."

Hakim said, having picked up Kirill's flashlight and put it on his belt. "Just go in the direction I tell you to go. There are butterfly mines all around here. If you run around and get your legs blown off, I won't come to save you."

"He said."

“I understand.”

Wei Ran responded in a low voice, then climbed up with Kirill.

"Put your hands on your head and keep walking along this valley," Hakim, who was also riding a donkey, ordered while holding up a submachine gun with a silencer installed.

"I'm leaving."

"Let me walk in front," Wei Ran said as he started walking.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have requested that you come to the front line with us." Kirill followed a step later and said apologetically.

“No need to say that.”

Wei Ran said indifferently, and added in his heart, "I asked for this."

"I'll find a way to give you a chance to escape at night," Kirill whispered.

“Escape is not difficult”

Wei Ran walked and whispered, "But what about Ruslan? Whether I escape or you escape, or if we escape together, I'm afraid Ruslan won't be able to survive."

Hearing this, Kirill sighed, "It seems that we can only wait until Ruslan's wound heals before we have a chance."

"What are your plans before that?" Wei Ran asked meaningfully.

"I guess they need doctors more than we do," Kirill answered confidently.

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