I want to be a warlord

Chapter 108 Another wounded person (for subscription)

The golden donkey began to retreat quickly.

Sometimes retreating alternately, sometimes pretending to retreat and fight a counterattack, fighting with the opponent for 10 minutes, the temporary rest point is already in sight, about [-] meters away.

Hope is at hand!

When the donkey retreated alternately again, the donkey turned around and just ran two steps, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Donkey!" Wang Zhen exclaimed.

The golden retriever turned his head and looked at it, braked quickly, turned around and raised his gun, and started to fight back.

"It's okay... Falk, I can't feel my right buttock anymore!" The donkey got up on the ground, supported one leg, and ran with a limp.

The donkey said it lightly, because he didn't want everyone to worry.

But the faces of the Golden Retrievers turned ugly. The injuries to their buttocks and legs didn't look fatal, but they would slow down their speed of action, and they were likely to suffer a bigger blow later.

"Shovel, fire to scout the situation in the rest point." Jin Mao gritted his teeth and ordered, the rest point is in sight, now is not the time to show the donkey's ass.

It is said to be a temporary rest, but it also undertakes part of the defensive task, so it is built like a small fortress, the overall reinforced concrete is 50 cm thick, and the internal area is only about 40 square meters.

Normally, if this group of people can ambush them in advance, there is a high probability that they will make arrangements in the rest point, but the current situation does not allow them to disperse their forces and come out to check the situation earlier, they can only look into the grass.

The two dispersed, avoiding the small window and approaching from both sides. After gesturing with the shovel, they took out a pistol and shot through the glass window. The bayonet shook their hands and threw two grenades into it.

"boom!"

"Boom!" Two explosions sounded.

The shovel waited for a while, and then went around to the door and pulled open the iron door.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no response, and the shovel threw another grenade in towards the door. There were two explosions of "boom" and "boom", followed by another burst of crackling explosions.

"Fake, there is indeed a layout!" Shovel cursed, then turned and walked into the door, glanced left and right, and found some explosion residue 3 meters in front of the door, and he knew it was a broadsword landmine by looking at the fragments!
The rest spot is very empty, only a few wooden deck chairs, the shovel quickly checked, "I found a broadsword, it has been cleared, you can retreat in!"

"Got it!" Golden Retriever replied.

The shovel placed the M240 in the shooting port about one meter high with one hand, sat down on the ground, covered the wound on his stomach with the bayonet, and sat next to a shooting hole next to the door to set up the G36 with difficulty.

With fire support behind him, the Golden Retriever began to retreat quickly.

Just about 10 meters away from the resting point, the golden retriever shouted, "Smoke bomb!"

With two 'bang' and 'bang', a large cloud of smoke filled the vicinity, immediately engulfing the figures of the four.

Covered in smoke, Wang Zhen thought secretly, and rushed towards the door with one step, but was grabbed by the golden retriever, "Lie down!"

Wang Zhen didn't know why, but he fell down obediently.

"boom!"

The blast wave rolled the sand and scraped across his body, causing Wang Zhen's brain to cool down. If he had rushed over just now, he would have been blasted to pieces by the RPG.

The sound of the explosion passed, and the three of them got up and rushed out. Wang Zhen immediately followed. This is all experience!
After entering, closing the door, and inserting the iron bolt, I breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked to several shooting holes, mounted the gun, at least temporarily safe.

The donkey was lying on a recliner, and the golden retriever was about to help him look at the wound.

Wang Zhen walked quickly towards an observation port, with the muzzle of the gun on it, but Jin Mao found that Wang Zhen's right leg was covered with blood, "Wild boar, is your leg injured?"

"I was rubbed by a bullet, it's okay, you can help the donkey find his butt first." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

"Let Golden Retriever find the donkey's ass. Come here, and I'll bandage it up for you. Excessive bleeding will quickly lose your physical strength and greatly weaken your combat effectiveness." The bayonet greeted, his face turned pale, and his voice was a little weak.

Wang Zhen thought for a while, then dragged a reclining chair and walked over.

When passing by the donkey, he saw Jin Mao cut open the donkey's pants with a knife, blood was all over the white buttocks, and a bloody hole was gurgling blood.

The golden retriever took a yellow syringe and directly inserted it into the blood hole. The action was so rough that the donkey hugged the recliner in pain and bit down.

This was the first time Wang Zhen saw first aid on the battlefield, and his body stiffened in place, his throat moved, he swallowed unconsciously, and his head was covered with fine sweat.

Scared!

"Hurry up." The bayonet urged.

Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, his footsteps became heavier, he put down the chair, lay on his stomach, and turned his head to look at the bayonet, "Dude, please, take it easy, it's my first time, I'm afraid of pain."

"Fake!" The bayonet was amused, and his stomach hurts badly when he laughed, whoops, whoops...

Stretching out his hand to press Wang Zhen's thigh, the bayonet said softly: "It's okay, just get used to it, bear with it, I'm coming!"

Wang Zhen: "..."

The bayonet drew out the knife and cut the trousers open. He lowered his head and glanced, "Fortunately, the skin and fat layer were injured, and the muscles were not damaged much."

He tore open the medical bag, and pressed the bayonet on Wang Zhen's leg with his elbow. Just when Wang Zhen didn't understand what he was doing, he roughly wiped the gauze around the thigh wound a few times, and the gauze rubbed over the wound. Wang Zhen twitched in pain and yelled out.

"Don't move!" The bayonet patted Wang Zhen's buttocks, and he started to fill the blood tank with the syringe.

The donkey was lying on the reclining chair next to him, covering the blood hole on his butt with one hand and waiting for the filling to solidify. He turned his head to watch Wang Zhen's miserable howl, and suddenly felt that his butt didn't hurt so much.

"Wild boar, remember, don't play those clever tricks on the battlefield in the future, otherwise you will kill yourself!"

"This is the lesson!"

"What is taught in the army is the most suitable. It is tested by countless sacrifices on the battlefield. You are the smartest, right!" Donkey and Wang Zhen act together the most times. They have seen it several times, and they have long wanted to say it.

"Remember, on the battlefield, you must first judge the level of the enemy. If you are a master, then shoot a shot and change the place, and do a good job of tactical evasion. If the opponent is just an ordinary person, then stay where you are and try not to engage in those things. very messy."

"In war-torn areas like the Middle East and Africa, most of the people you meet are ordinary people."

The bayonet patted Wang Zhen's buttocks, "Press the wound myself."

"Uh, I believe what you said, but why?" Wang Zhen stretched out his hand to hold it down, turned his head and asked.

"Their weapons are not good, and their marksmanship is not good. Most of their weapons are AK series derivatives, or FAL. The accuracy itself is low. They don't even have scopes. They rely on machine sights. They don't know how to calibrate machine sights. Improper, unable to accurately judge the target distance, complex battlefield environment, unstable breathing, substandard tactical actions, etc., which lead to the more they aim, the more crooked they shoot."

"The bullet spreads over a large area. If it is accurate, it will be three meters around the target. If it is not accurate, it will be even more exaggerated. Therefore, if you make evasive moves randomly, you will hit yourself instead."

"Body drawing master?" Wang Zhen's mouth twitched. He used to think it was a joke, but he didn't know until he was on the battlefield. Bullets were flying around his head, his comrades around him were screaming, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Why? It may be accurate.

"If you stay in the Middle East for a long time, you will find out how crude their guns are. Many of them are products of small workshops. I have seen guns without front sights. They shoot based on how they feel." The donkey pouted and said: " Of course, getting within 30 meters is another matter."

The golden retriever walked to the corner, bent down to pick up a bottle of water, and prepared some water and food here.

Check each one for pinholes and signs of opening before sending them out to everyone.

The golden retriever stood at the observation port and watched for a while. The enemy outside did not approach any further, as if giving up the attack, and stopped about a hundred meters away.

"Okay, you two stop talking." The golden retriever looked at the bayonet, "Bayonet, what does Cobham say specifically."

"The headquarters judged that the real goal of the opponent was an oil well. The blow to us was to force Curry to bring people to rescue, but there was a high probability that they would be ambushed halfway."

Hearing the explanation of the bayonet, combined with the previous battle, everything made sense.

There was a dead silence in the rest point, and the air seemed to freeze.

"That is to say, we were abandoned." The donkey suddenly sneered, "I know these damned capitalists, Fake!"

Still no one spoke.

If no one was injured, they could persist for a few days, but the wounds of bayonets, shovels, and donkeys could not last, so they had to ask for help!

Looking back at the previous battle experience, including the broad sword in the rest point, it all shows that the enemy is trying to create wounded and create pressure.

Unless the sickle team is extremely loyal to the company, they would rather watch their injured companions die than ask for help.

This is impossible!

"Now that the company has seen through the other party's plot and refuses to rescue, isn't the other party's calculation in vain?" Tie Shovel asked sullenly.

"Not necessarily." Wang Zhen shook his head, "If I were the enemy's commander, I would broadcast the company's refusal to rescue the scythe team to the people at the oil well through a loudspeaker. Promise that as long as they surrender, let them go, explain that the purpose is only oil wells, and will not cause unnecessary losses due to fearless battles, then, do you think those people will resist desperately for a salary of several thousand dollars a month?"

"Even if Curry is willing, those P4 and P5 level employees will not be willing."

Wang Zhen's words made Jin Mao and the others look over one after another, their eyes full of astonishment and gloom.

They are all veterans. Although they have never done command work and could not think of such a vicious method, they can feel how evil this method is just by substituting their previous experience.

Golden Retriever opened his mouth to say something, if Curry's side is also conquered, it will really be over.

Wang Zhen didn't feel anything, and he didn't have any feelings for the imperial barrier. What he was thinking about now was how to get out of the predicament in front of him.

(End of this chapter)