A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 132 Traveling around a lot, you will always learn some weird skills, right?

The car was stopped and the door was opened, but the city guard who opened the door was not rude. He opened the door and looked at the three people inside, and said in a serious but gentle voice:

"Sirs and ladies, I'm sorry, something has happened in the city, and now the access control is underway. According to the regulations, we need to carefully check all the people and vehicles entering and leaving. Please, it won't take too much time. After the inspection, you can go home gone."

After speaking, he made a gesture of please.

The three people in the car, Huang Lang and Marta-Harry, didn't want to attract attention, so they were naturally willing to obey. Alwina had a good upbringing, and she didn't know how to play tricks, so they all got out of the car and were arrested by the city defense army. They were guided to one side to wait for inspection, while the pack animals they were riding in were guided to the other side.

This is the independent city entrance of Shanggang District, and the people who were pulled out for inspection were naturally a group of noble gentlemen and ladies of all ages, so the scene was in good order for a while, and everyone was being inspected in an orderly manner, and no one made any noise complain.

Alwina grew up in the city, so she naturally knew a lot of people, so she quickly chatted with many people, and the topic naturally revolved around what happened in the city.

But after chatting a few times, Huang Lang found that no one seemed to know what happened in the city.

"This is really strange." Alwina murmured softly after chatting with a neighbor's best friend.

"Why, this kind of city blockade is not common, is it?" Huang Lang looked at Alwina's curious look, and asked casually.

"It's not uncommon for us, but it's the first time we've seen each other," a noble lady standing next to Olwina exhaled in the cold spring, "This is really the first time we've grown up. Seeing the city is locked down, let everyone be checked, Ollie?"

"Yes, it's the first time." Alvina, who was called by her baby name, nodded, "ah, I hope they can hurry up, otherwise my father will be angry and punish me if I can't go home in time for dinner."

"Ah, Ollie's father is strict."

Naturally, the city defense army would not speed up just because some noble ladies wanted to go back to have dinner, and they still carried out their tasks in an orderly manner, and the few people could only talk and wait for a while. After a few minutes, it was finally the turn of the car of three people, Olwina and Huang Lang.

As the owner of the car, Alwina naturally handed over her identity verification documents --- a spar card and a scroll.

The city defense officer in charge of the inspection inserted the spar card into a machine, and after the machine gave out a green light, he nodded in satisfaction, then unfolded the scroll and looked at it.

At this time, Huang Lang, who was a little absent-minded, felt that his sleeve was pulled by Mata in a very subtle way. He glanced at Mata, and Huang Lang found that Mata pouted at the city defense army, and followed Mata's gesture. Looking in the same direction, Huang Lang found that the expression on the face of the City Defense Army officer had changed.

Although calm, the depression and irritability that inevitably revealed a feeling of "ah, I really want to go home from get off work quickly" disappeared, replaced by a kind of solemnity and seriousness.

It felt like a dozing student who suddenly found out that the dean was peeking in from the small window at the back of the class, and was suddenly frightened.

Huang Lang was not stupid, so he naturally knew that something had happened.

Sure enough, the officer of the city defense army who was in charge of checking the documents spoke up:

"Miss Alwina-Einstadt, is that right?"

"Yes."

"Accompanying Sir Arsonwell on a trip out of town?"

"correct."

Next, Alwina seemed to be roasted on a skewered meat skewer, and was asked many questions by the city guards over and over again, many of which were repeated questions. Most of these questions focused on [where did you go and what did you do today] and [Who is with, who has been in contact with] these aspects.

Just when Alwina was about to explode when she was asked about it, another officer of the City Defense Army rushed over panting, and handed a shadow storage spar to the person who was interrogating. Peeping at the image in the spar, his face obviously changed again - the tension and seriousness disappeared, and there was a lot of pity in the eyes looking at Alvina.

"Sir, what happened exactly?" Although Alwina was not as perceptive as Huang Lang, she still sensed that something was wrong.

"Please come with us," the officer stood up and waved to Alwina, then looked at Huang Lang, "Sir, you go with my companion."

As he spoke, he pointed to another city guard, and then left with Alwina.

"Excuse me, what happened?" Huang Lang asked the city defense army who received him.

Seeing that Alwina had gone far, the city defense officer in charge of receiving Huang Lang sighed, and said to Huang Lang in a low voice:

"Gentlemen of Faith were attacked at the regular assessment meeting held in the city today. Sir Einstadt's life and death are now uncertain. You seem to have a position in the asylum? Come with me, there are many wounded over there now, and manpower is needed .”

At that moment, Huang Lang's body trembled. When he heard that the gentleman of faith who was closely related to his next search for information was attacked, his first reaction was whether this was an action against him, but he immediately asked again. Negate this --- jumping to conclusions is always dangerous, not to mention, if someone wants to deal with him, wouldn't it be good to do it directly outside the city?
With this in mind, he turned around and told Marta a few words, and after telling her to go home first, Huang Lang cautiously followed the city defense army to the treatment center in the city.

And during this short journey, with the city defense army's quick narration, Huang Lang probably knew what happened:

The gentlemen of faith will hold an evaluation meeting in the city every quarter, mainly to evaluate the promotion, demotion, and expulsion of the nobles, and of course they will also deal with some small things like Huang Lang [check information]-because this evaluation will be for those involved There are nobles and non-nobles, so there will be a lot of people watching each evaluation meeting.

The evaluation meeting was supposed to be held in the city today. Huang Lang's promotion to the nobility had to be formally approved today, and then the promotion ceremony would be held tomorrow. Originally, his request to borrow ancient materials before the Eternal War was also approved today. but……..
But today the assessment meeting was attacked and there was a huge explosion.

Then the particularly unlucky thing, no, it should be said that one of the things that may be counted by the person who made the explosion is--a number of doctors in the treatment center in Port Moreby just set off yesterday to attend a regular meeting within the province Well, when Boom was here today, the treatment center happened to be severely understaffed.

The City Defense Army has information about Huang Lang's promotion to nobleman. It can be seen that he used some life-saving knowledge to save Sir Einstadt, and the first job assigned to him after his promotion was to go to the treatment center to work from the bottom. So the city defense army directly pulled Huang Lang over to help.

"How bad is the situation..." Huang Lang asked casually.

"See for yourself."

After the words of the city defense army fell, the tragedy after the attack on the Shanggang District appeared in front of Huang Lang:

Debris, wreckage, corpses, screams, needless to say, what shocked Huang Lang was that the dust from the explosion was still floating in the air at this moment.

The color of the dust was almost the same color as the tea in Huang Lang's memory. In the tea-brown smoke, some of the ruins that were still burning emitted thick black smoke like ink.

The mages who are good at atmospheric spells cooperated with the mages of the water system, while carefully pumping away these harmful gases, while paying attention not to let the wind intensify the burning at this time, which is not helpful.

At this moment, the golem and the puppet are moving away the wreckage under the command of the mage, trying to rescue the people who were crushed below. Some of the injured received first aid on the spot, and some were pulled away by the flying carpet and sent to the hospital for treatment. Place.

"This is the newly-promoted Sir Asenwell. His personal information shows that he has demonstrated basic healing skills." A soldier of the city defense army casually grabbed a mage who was directing a healing operation, pointed at Huang Lang and said, "I touched When it arrives, I will send it to you, and leave it to you!"

The mage who was held by the city defense army was covered in blood and black traces of dust. He was panting heavily while leaning on his staff. Seeing the city defense army push Huang Lang in front of him, he gasped and asked:
"Will...will...what...healing spells? Mental...can you still cast spells?"

Huang Lang shook his head, saying that he doesn't know how to heal spells - he has a lot of life-saving things on him, but he doesn't want to take them out unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, that one black and one white must be found all over the world. he.

Seeing Huang Lang shaking his head, the panting mage let out a heavy [呀] in disappointment, then pointed to another mage who was busy in a row of wounded beside the ruins and said:

"Go over there and try to help bandage the wound and lift the wounded..."

Huang Lang nodded, ran over, and found that the mage's hand was shining with a milky white light, and was releasing a healing spell, so he didn't step forward to disturb him, but walked to a nearby mage who was watching anxiously. Next to the row of wounded men who were at a loss, the man wore the same medical robe as a mage, but with a big see X written on the back, he was obviously a novice.

When Huang Lang arrived, he was looking at a row of wounded at a loss, looking left and right, but he didn't act, obviously lost his mind.

"Here to help, what do you need me to do?" Huang Lang leaned over and said.

"You.....This.....I..." The man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his words were a little awkward.

Seeing this situation, Huang Lang shook his head helplessly.

He glanced at the row of wounded lying on the ground, picked the one who shouted the loudest and ran over first. Looking at this screaming fellow, Huang Lang quickly scanned the whole body of this fellow, and found that this fellow was just After inserting a sharp piece of wood into his thigh very shallowly, he yelled at the man who saw X growling:
"come over!!!"

Shocked by Huang Lang's loud voice, the stunned novice came to his senses. In the panic, the weak-willed guy began to instinctively look for [Order] to rely on—he ran to Huang Lang's side.

"This guy is fine. Pull out the wood and stop the bleeding. Then, do you have any medicine?"

"Medicine? It came out too quickly, and I didn't bring any medicine!"

"Then bandage him to stop the bleeding!" Huang Lang said, pulling the guy to the side of the wounded.

When he was about to leave, Huang Lang smelled a pungent smell, which made him stop, his nose moved, Huang Lang grabbed the novice and asked:

"Do you have any spell-casting materials with you?"

Before the guy could answer, Huang Lang followed the pungent smell and grabbed a handful of yellow things from a small pocket on his chest. After smelling the pungent smell, Huang Lang asked:

"Where did this thing come from?"

"This? This is the [Breath of Hell] purified from the crater. It is used to strengthen the flame. Is it to seal the wound with fire?"

Being led by Huang Lang, the novice has recovered a lot of sanity at this time. Seeing Huang Lang grabbing out the yellow crystal, which is used to strengthen the fire spell, he instinctively thought that it was to use the flame It burns the wound.

Who would have thought that Huang Lang would grab a handful and paste it directly on the wound on the wounded man's leg.

"what are you doing?!"

"Now you deal with it! Bandage the wound, and come here quickly!"

Huang Lang didn't have time to explain, so he just ran away --- [Collected from the crater] and the pungent smell were enough to convince Huang Lang that it was [Sulphur], and sulfur was exactly what he needed at this time.

The wounds involving wood seem to be nothing, but the bacteria count on the wood is actually terrifyingly high. At this time, he still remembers the essentials of first aid in the front line, which is to try to avoid wound infection or slow down the infection speed. Although sulfur is not Ideal, but also somewhat useful.

[Thanks to the experience of doing "engineering" in Ramadi in those years is still there]

Huang Lang muttered something in his heart, and ran towards the next two wounded.

These two voices of pain were not so loud anymore, Huang Lang took a look at the amount of blood flowing out of these two, and probably understood why.

Seeing another mage with [See X] written on his clothes, panting, and preparing to cast spells again with a painful expression on his face, Huang Lang looked at the wounds of the two wounded, pointed to one of them and shouted:
"Save him first, I'll come to the one next to him!!!"

Hearing Huang Lang's shout, the sorcerer, who was almost exhausted and about to pass out, subconsciously aimed his spell at the one Huang Lang was pointing at while feeling dizzy.

Seeing this scene, Huang Lang also heaved a sigh of relief:
Both of the wounded were bleeding, but one was bleeding from the thigh, and the other was bleeding from an armpit injury. If he hadn't shouted just now, the mage would have gone to treat the bleeding thigh.

It doesn't matter if he has enough mana, but when his mana is about to run out, Huang Lang knows that at this time, he should save the one with the injured armpit first.

The wound on the thigh can still be stopped with a tourniquet, but the bleeding at the junction of the limbs in the armpit or the triangle of the thigh root cannot be helped by a tourniquet.

So if the mage still has precious healing spells, it would be better to save the seriously injured armpit first.

Huang Lang, who put a temporary tourniquet on the other party amidst the screams of the other party killing a pig, dipped his finger in the black ash on the ground, quickly wrote the time when the tourniquet was tied on the wounded person's face, and ordered After the mage who had run out of mana came to watch, he ran non-stop to the next wounded...

This kind of busyness lasted until about 10 minutes later, when he came to a noble wounded man who could still see [luxuriantly dressed]——this wounded man was already exhaling a lot of air, and taking in less air, he was about to die .

The mage who was treating him at the side shook his head with a painful expression on Huang Lang's face. Huang Lang nodded helplessly in agreement with the other party's first aid advice, and was about to leave when suddenly, his footsteps were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move.

Because, he saw the nobleman's wound - on his neck, there was a small, small wound with hardly any blood around it, but blood was flowing all over his head.

Seeing the appearance of this wound, a strong doubt flashed in Huang Lang's eyes:

He had seen similar wounds like this when he was doing "projects" at Silly Damu's house. However, when he was in his hometown, the wounds were not big, and the wounds with very little bleeding next to the wounds were all shot by snipers. Caused by bombs, how could it be here.....
【This person... didn't die from an explosion.....but died from an assassination? ! 】

A thought flashed through Huang Lang's mind like lightning.

　Here, I won’t complain about Barrett, who appears every now and then in the small white articles, but even if many authors who are not so white write military articles, as long as there are some sniper rifle wounds, it seems that the wounds will be very scary.

　　In fact, it is not. In many cases, the wounds of sniper rifles are very small, and there is almost no blood on the edge of the wound. Isn't it surprising?
　　Sometimes writing novels will also gain some useless knowledge

　　When the wound is in contact with wood, you must pay attention to antibacterial, the bacterial load of wood is very high
　　Bleeding at the joints of limbs is really difficult, and tourniquets are useless
　　The main character is indeed an "engineering" guy, something like engineering in Ramadi
　　
　
(End of this chapter)