Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1138: The dying person

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The pungent smell of smoky smoke pours into the nostrils, and Kuchi coughs. He pushed open the hatch of the armored car as hard as he could. The dead bodies were everywhere.

Seventy-two rockets covered a dozen football fields. The artillery who opened fire was particularly suspected of having insufficient lethality. He also played two rounds of cover shots. Kuchi, who was hiding in the armored car, was not too good. A rocket hit the tail compartment of the armored car, and the flying shrapnel scrapped one of his legs.

Kuchi has been sweating coldly. He tears his clothes to cover his wounds, but he still has to get medical treatment as soon as possible. He tried to pull out from the armored car, and even fell directly from the car body.

"Ah ..." At the moment of the fall, Kucci's painful eyes darkened, and he wished he could faint. But the severe pain made his brain sober.

"Sir, save me, please help me." Several black soldiers were standing near the armored vehicle. One of them was still alive and reached out to Couch for help, "I'm injured, I'm bleeding."

The limping Kutch walked slowly, reached out and pulled out his pistol and sipped: "Give me your kettle. Hurry, give it to me."

Black soldiers calling for help opened their hands covered with mud and blood, but pleaded: "Sir, you can't do this. Without water, how can I live?"

Bang ..., Kucci shot impatiently, and then removed the kettle from the body.

Drinking some water, Kucci feels much better, so he has time to look around. The entire black camp was over, and I didn't know how many people died. Anyway, even if there were soldiers alive, I couldn't expect them to come back and continue fighting.

There was a row of blown up vehicles along the road, and various vehicle parts and human fragments fell to the ground. Kutch tried to find a car that could still be driven, but only found some food.

"It's good to eat." Kutch whimpered and chewed a piece of black bread, which was a meal for the black servants. It was terrible, but now he had no choice.

The legs are sore, the body is cold, and the hands and feet are not even under control. But Kucci simply recognized the direction, picked up a rifle as a cane, and slowly walked in the direction of the command in memory. He didn't want to go to Bann, he wanted to go to the field hospital.

From time to time there are soldiers rushing around on the road, and they do n’t know that team. These wandering guys are not interested in Kucci, they often appear suddenly and disappear suddenly.

The only thing that can make Kuchy bother to observe the direction and the way is the large-caliber shells that penetrate the sky one by one.

"Ban is bombarding Luanda with heavy artillery." If it was in the past, Kutcher would really be happy about it. But recently his inner war-fighting emotions have become heavier and heavier. Since the mad woman ‘Winter Frost’ has disappeared, he feels that some things have finally come to him.

Sometimes it was easy to return to the original command post, but Ban boss was gone. Many people are convinced that the head of the Aurora Legion regiment is particularly good at infiltrating and raiding small groups of troops. Perhaps the leader is also guarding against this.

The headquarters is not there, but the field hospital that can be attached to the headquarters is still there. Kutcher also kept his identity card, and the hospital guard put him in.

"Can you give me a shot of morphine? I'm about to die of pain." Kuch pleaded.

In the medical tent, the military doctor with a stethoscope shook his head and said, "Morphine is a controlled material. You are not at a sufficient level to use it for you. I will give you two choices. The radical point is simply amputation. "

"Amputation?" Kutcher shook his head again and again. "No, I can't amputate. My legs are still good, but I walked all the way back."

The medic reached out at Kucci ’s injured leg, and regardless of Kucci ’s painful shaking, he just shook his head and said, “Trust me, your leg is not saved. Amputation can save your life.”

"No, absolutely not." Kutcher shook his head in fear, he wouldn't be amputated because he wasn't far from death. "I want to be treated conservatively. Give me a shot of morphine, just one shot."

The medic scoffed at Kuch ’s extravagance with a sneer, and after a simple hemostasis, the guard sent him to another tent. The tent was full of wounded soldiers, and the **** and screaming sounds never ceased.

There will be no treatment next, let alone morphine. Kuch was lying on a bed full of blood, struggling to yell at doctors and nurses, but no one came to control him.

"Don't shout, no one comes to control us. We are abandoned." Lying on the adjacent bed was a wounded man with gauze wrapped around his face and arms.

He stared at the top of the tent with two eyes, and said numbly: "The reality is this, doctors will not waste precious medicine on us. They at most let interns practice their hands on us."

"But I am a close friend of the Bann leader and I should be treated preferentially," Kutch argued.

The wounded in the adjacent bed chuckled twice, "So what? That is the past, nobody cares about you now."

Kuchy felt cold all the time, but it was even colder to hear this. He came back with hope, just in case, but in fact he knew that his situation would not be too good. He saw more people who were abandoned because of injuries. He had done many of these things himself.

I want to be angry, but I can't get angry. The whole portrait was deflated, Kucci sat blankly by the bed, feeling his life was about to count down.

"You know? Bann boss bombarded the Aurora Legion headquarters with heavy artillery. It is said that Victor Hugo may have been killed." The wounded in the adjacent bed took the initiative to talk, "Come chat. Anyway, it ’s going to die , There is no need to be too sad. "

"Who can be killed by dying? What does it have to do with me?" Kucci's whole spirit sank, as if he had lost his soul. Suddenly he was envious of the ‘Winter Frost’ who was looking for death. The woman should not be in pain before she dies.

"So don't be too sad. If you beat Aurora Legion, you might be able to grab a lot of medicines, and you will be able to cure your legs." The wounded next to the bed said jokingly.

Kuchy shook his head, "I have seen Victor Hugo, he will not be so easily defeated. I feel that it is our Ban boss to be defeated."

"How could Bann fail? His strength is several times that of the Aurora Legion, and his equipment is much better." The wounded man in the adjacent bed denied: "As long as our heavy artillery continues to bombard, it will definitely bomb the Aurora Legion in the city. Die. "

Kuchy did n’t believe it but shook his head. He froze for a while, but sent an injured person outside the tent. Such a wounded man was shot in the chest and it seemed to be hopeless. What makes this man special is that he has been whispering bann all the time.

Kuchi recognized at a glance that the wounded was his colleague and one of the cronies around Bann. But now he was sent to the hospital ...

"Tom, this is Kucci. What's wrong with you?" Kucci asked in surprise.

The wounded then looked at Kutch and said with full hatred: "I sent a report to Bann, but after seeing the report, he got angry and shot me. The bastard, I Curse him to hell. "

"What report did you send?"

"Suoyue, Bann's Lao Soyue was occupied by Aurora Legion, our back road was cut off."