He watched helplessly as the Hind armed helicopter flew over his head, and in an absolutely weird manner, dropped an aerial bomb weighing 270 kilograms. Those on the mountain peak who were within the bombing range

The terrorist's face could not help but reveal a pale look of despair.

At such a close distance, they were directly bombarded by hundreds of kilograms of heavy bombs, not to mention that they were just hiding in naturally formed trenches with a small amount of post-processing, even if they were hiding in underground defenses made entirely of reinforced concrete.

So what? You know, the shock wave of a 270 kilogram bomb alone is enough to shock them until they bleed from their orifices and die on the spot!

As a super sniper, Crocodile did not shoot directly and explode the bomb in the air because he knew clearly that at such a close distance, if the bomb was exploded by him in one shot, the Hind gunship would certainly

It is the first to bear the brunt, but from the top of the mountain, tens of thousands of shrapnel are flying around at supersonic speed. Even if you are hiding in the defense line at the top of the mountain, you will be affected by the strong impact!

It was while everyone was watching that their breathing almost stopped, that the bomb finally spun around and crashed to the ground. When the fusion of iron and fire flew up, the whole mountain looked like it was going crazy.

With a fierce shudder, nearly twenty terrorists were tightly guarded. Fengyinglou and the others must have paid enough blood to be able to use corpses to break open the first line of defense step by step. Faced with this kind of purest monster created by mankind,

The area-of-effect weapon was torn into countless pieces in an instant.

Smell the air, even the steel is burning with heat, listen to the hundreds of millions of gravel, mixed in the shock wave, covering a 200-meter radius at supersonic speed, without any difference.

, watching as soon as the fight was launched, it started

With a shocking blow, the Hind helicopter, which seemed to completely turn the tide of the war, was shaking in the air. The bottom of the cabin was rattled by gravel and shrapnel, but it struggled not to fall. The group of anti-Taliban alliance soldiers

All going crazy.

A group of them hid under the cliff, facing Nona and the Dragon King who had found the Hind armed helicopter from nowhere and actually drove it to the battlefield. They roared hard, shouted loudly, and used exaggerated and enthusiastic words.

The body language of the helicopter sent waves of Afghan gratitude and excitement.

It was in this excitement, joy, and encouragement that a row of bullets fired from anti-aircraft machine guns pierced the void like a comet striking the sun, breaking through the sky at high speed, forming a dark red stream of light, and slammed into the helicopter.

airplane.

The terrorists on the mountain finally adjusted the firing range of the anti-aircraft machine gun, and almost at the same time, Yang Liang once again pulled the trigger of the weapon in his hand. Although this time he used only an ordinary m16 automatic rifle, but when the bullet

The shell jumped happily in the air, and the anti-aircraft machine gun fire on the mountain suddenly stopped.

And almost at the same time, a beautiful blood flower suddenly bloomed from Yang Liang's neck.

A bullet fired from the top of the mountain went straight through Yang Liang's chest and hit a huge rock behind him, exploding into a small piece of gravel. Until this moment, the mountain was far away.

There was a unique sound of breaking wind when a light sniper rifle bullet cut through the void.

"What a vicious shot!"

With such a sigh, under Fengyinglou's disbelieving gaze, Yang Liang once again fell from his carefully selected sniper point. Only this time, the opponent hit was not the weapon in his hand, but the weapon in his hand.

The key point that is fatal enough is that in the brief few seconds before his body fell down uncontrollably and touched the ground, Yang Liang looked at

Flying over the mountain peak, the Hind armed helicopter had been shot by the enemy with anti-aircraft machine guns and was emitting thick smoke. The control was even more obviously malfunctioning. Maybe if it only took a few more bullets, it would explode in the air. I felt my own strength.

The vitality mixed with blood was drained from the body at an astonishing speed, but a faint smile clearly appeared on Yang Liang's face.

Yang Liang knew he would take this bullet.

Snipers are good at killing targets with one hit on the battlefield. Their biggest enemy is, of course, the sniper!

Two snipers met on a narrow road on the battlefield. What they competed with was not their well-trained marksmanship, but their stealth skills and their calm, patient and unhurried mentality. In this kind of life-and-death showdown, whoever is exposed first will win.

What we face is often death!

"I lost, but..."

Yang Liang only felt his body sink, but he did not hit the rough and hard rocks under the cliff, but fell into a warm embrace. He could fly at the speed of a cheetah in such a short period of time.

The person who rushed over and took him into his arms was of course Fengyinglou. Facing Fengyinglou's eyes, Yang Liang's lips wriggled a few times, but for some reason, his voice couldn't be squeezed out of his throat, but

Fengyinglou nodded desperately.

Fengyinglou really "understood" it. Yang Liang's mouth shape and his eyes all said the same sentence: "But... I don't regret it!"

"I know you don't regret it, I know you saved the Dragon King!" Looking at Yang Liang, who was covered in blood and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, Fengyinglou whispered: "But don't think about becoming a martyr just like that.

!I want you to try your best to survive. Don’t forget the oath we swore together two hours ago. If you want to just let go and let the eight of us carry your ashes back to China, there’s no way!”

"There are many people who have been hit by bullets and survived. In our school, there was an assistant instructor who even had his neck pierced by a bullet. He was carried off the battlefield and survived from the operating table in the hospital.

Did you hold on? If you were killed if you were hit by a bullet, then our Fifth Special Forces soldiers would have died on the battlefield long ago!"

Fengyinglou stretched out his hand to press the wound on Yang Liang's body. Using this most primitive method, Yang Liang's blood loss rate was reduced. He stared into Yang Liang's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Remember when we were in school?"

, did you learn the battlefield first aid skills?"

Without waiting for Yang Liang to answer, Fengyinglou suddenly turned around, glared at an anti-Taliban alliance soldier beside him, and shouted sternly: "What are you doing standing there, come and help!"

"The bullet penetrated your body, which is good. At least we don't have to worry about the possible inflammation caused by the bullet remaining in your body. In a short period of time, it can be sustained without the need for surgery. And since the bullet entered

From your physical point of view, your internal organs are not injured, but one of the ribs in your chest was broken by the bullet..."

Having said this, Fengyinglou held up Yang Liang's head and let him lie half on his lap. Then he gently grabbed Yang Liang's left arm, bent it at a forty-five degree angle, and placed it diagonally on his chest with his fingers.

With such a simple action, Yang Liang felt that the heartbreaking pain in his left rib area seemed to be less obvious.

"Have you forgotten that the instructor told us long ago that if the ribs are broken, sometimes the intercostal nerves will be stimulated and cause local pain? Don't worry, this is just a normal phenomenon!" Looking at Yang Liang, he lost blood in a short period of time.

Duo, with a face as pale as a piece of paper, Fengyinglou said in a positive tone: "You are not fatally injured, you will definitely survive.

What you have to do now is to believe that your brothers will do everything possible to save you. We will help you stop bleeding, bandage you, lift you out of the line of fire, and send you to the hospital. After you recover,

On that day, we will pick you up from the hospital in person, and if we are in a good mood, we will even work together to give you a big bouquet of golden chrysanthemums!"

Listening to Fengyinglou's whisper, Yang Liang couldn't help but widen his eyes. If he remembered correctly, his friend went to visit the injured patient, and the flowers he wanted to send should be carnations, right?

As if seeing the doubts in Yang Liang's heart, Fengyinglou lowered his head, whispered in Yang Liang's ear: "If you get hit by such a painless shot next time, why do you want to serve the country?"

Sacrificing one's life, what about sacrificing one's life for righteousness? Be careful that we join forces to blow up your anus!"

Listening to Fengyinglou's instructions, looking at Fengyinglou's face that has been baptized by the fire of war and no longer has the childishness of his peers. It is as hard as a marble statue and has clear lines.

"Naughty" joke, while showing such an animated and gentle smile, feeling the warmth of being protected by friends and cared for by comrades-in-arms, a light that could be divided into gold and gravel suddenly rose in Yang Liang's eyes.

"Think about your father who personally sent you to school and placed the greatest hope on you. Think about the joy and laughter that appeared on his face when you returned from injury and handed him your military medal.

.Think about it..."

Fengyinglou's whispers still echoed in Yang Liang's ears, and Yang Liang nodded gently. They, the students of the Fifth Special Forces, all know that after being shot, they must work hard to think about what makes themselves happy and deep in their hearts.

They are full of joy and desire, and are never willing to die like this. Only in this way can they overcome the fear of death instinct after being shot, restore their breathing to calmness as much as possible, and reduce the blood pressure that has been raised due to tension.

, further reducing the rate of blood loss from the wound.

Fengyinglou whispered in Yang Liang's ear, and quickly opened a battlefield first aid kit, preparing to treat Yang Liang's wounds. But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Yang Liang's face had turned purple from holding back.

Watching him open his mouth and inhale hard, but no matter how his Adam's apple surged up and down, he couldn't exhale the stuffy air in his lungs. He actually couldn't breathe normally anymore.

Fengyinglou opened Yang Liang's mouth. His tongue was not swollen from being bitten, and there was no blood clot blocking his respiratory tract. His trachea was not hit by a bullet, and he was not injured. When Fengyinglou tried to reach out his right hand and touched it,

When his bloody index finger and thumb gently pinched Yang Liang's throat, his fingertips pressed a hard object with a sharp edge in Yang Liang's throat.

When Yang Liang was shot, he was lying on the ground. Maybe he didn't even notice it. At the moment of being shot, he subconsciously opened his mouth and accidentally bit a small stone into his mouth. He couldn't move up or down.

, it happened to be stuck in the fatal throat. In order not to affect Fengyinglou's first aid to him, Yang Liang never thought of a way to tell Fengyinglou about the situation. He just tried to dig out the stones in his throat with his fingers.

If you want to dig out hard foreign objects from your throat with your fingers, you must receive professional training. Yang Liang does have this knowledge, but the moderate blood loss in his body has caused him to lose his usual judgment and perception. Not only did he not put himself

The removal of the stones from his throat only made the stones sink deeper into his throat. The two ends of the oval-shaped stones even got stuck in the soft wall cavity of his throat.

Faced with this situation, even Fengyinglou was no longer sure and used his fingers to help Yang Liang dig out the stone. Looking at Yang Liang, whose face had turned purple, he gritted his teeth and persisted without struggling, trying to control

Keeping his heart from beating like a wild horse, Fengyinglou suddenly shouted: "Who has alcohol on their body?!"

A group of anti-Taliban alliance soldiers stared at each other. Finally, the man who helped Fengyinglou and held down Yang Liang's wounds replied: "Just now, our team doctor was directly killed by a helicopter, and the first aid on him was also taken away."

The box was also broken into pieces."

"What about wine? If any of you have wine on you, the higher the alcohol content, the better!"

"Uh..." The man stared at Fengyinglou's face and replied cautiously: "We Afghans are all Islamic believers. Our teachings prohibit believers from drinking any alcoholic beverages..."

Before the man finished speaking, Feng Yinglou suddenly lowered his head and used a wet kiss that would only be used when lovers have the most intimate contact. He directly let his tongue lick back and forth on Yang Liang's neck. Until Yang Liang

After licking a fist-sized mark on his skin, Fengyinglou suddenly pulled out his fighting saber. He stuck out his tongue again and licked repeatedly on the fighting saber that had been stained with unknown amounts of enemy blood.

It wasn't until he licked away the blood on the blade, revealing the sharp blade, that he finally retracted his tongue.

"Brother, the situation is urgent and Ma Xingtian has no choice but to fight to the death!"

Listening to Feng Yinglou's whisper, Yang Liang rolled his eyes from the pressure and was about to faint. However, Yang Liang managed to hold on without struggling violently, allowing his body to remain relatively stable, and nodded fiercely.

Almost at the same time, Feng Yinglou's fighting saber, which was more than thirty centimeters long and weighed nearly one kilogram, also landed on the spot where he had performed the simplest and most primitive disinfection with his tongue and saliva.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Fengyinglou actually used the fighting saber in his hand to cut a one-inch incision on Yang Liang's neck and performed a battlefield thyroid cartilage incision emergency surgery! The fighting saber had just been removed from Yang Liang's neck.

An incision was made on Liang's neck, and the stuffy air in Yang Liang's lungs that had been held to the limit suddenly spurted out from the incision. When the hot air flow encountered the outside air of minus 20 degrees Celsius, it immediately turned into a white mist.

Yang Liang, who had already fallen into a semi-conscious state, had an expression of pain and happiness on his face.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, a stray bullet fired from an unknown source hit the rock on the opposite side of the cliff, then bounced back and flew past Fengyinglou's face, leaving a clearly visible line on his face.

Feng Yinglou still sat there steadily in the face of such a stray bullet that could still be fatal. His whole body seemed to be made of iron, and he didn't even tremble.

Feng Yinglou used his fingers to carefully apply pressure on both sides of the incision on Yang Liang's throat. In this way, he barely opened a breathing hole for Yang Liang. He looked around and shouted loudly: "Who has a pen?"
To be continued...