Chapter 1138: The Dying Man

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke poured into his nostrils, making Kutcher cough endlessly. He tried his best to push open the hatch of the armored vehicle, and the situation outside was as he expected—dead bodies were everywhere.

The seventy-two rockets covered an area of ​​about ten football fields, and the firing artillery especially felt that the lethality was not enough, so they fired two rounds to cover the fire. Couch, who hid in the armored vehicle, didn't have a good time. A rocket hit the tail compartment of the armored vehicle, and the flying shrapnel crippled one of his legs.

Couch, who had been breaking out in a cold sweat, tore his clothes and bandaged the wound, but he still had to get medical treatment as soon as possible. He struggled to get out of the armored car, even falling off the car body directly.

"Ah..." The moment he fell down, Kuqi's eyes were black with pain, and he wished he could faint. But the severe pain made his brain extremely clear.

"Sir, save me, please save me." A few black soldiers fell down near the armored vehicle. One of them, still alive, reached out to Couch for help, "I'm hurt, I'm bleeding."

Couch, who was limping, walked over slowly, reached out and took out his pistol and said in a low voice, "Give me your water bottle. Come on, give it to me."

The black soldier who called for help opened his hands covered in mud and blood, and pleaded vigorously: "Sir, you can't do this. How can I live without water?"

Bang..., Corki fired impatiently, and then took the water bottle from the corpse.

After drinking some water, Kuqi felt much better, so he had time to look around. The entire black battalion was finished, and it was unknown how many people died. Anyway, even if there were still soldiers alive, they could not be expected to come back and continue fighting.

Along the road was a line of bombed-out vehicles, with various vehicle parts and human fragments lying on the ground. Cook tried to find a car that worked, but all he could find was some food.

"It's good to have something to eat." Kutcher devoured a piece of black bread, which was food for black servants. It was very unpalatable, but now he had no choice.

My legs hurt, my body was cold, and I couldn't even control my hands and feet. But after a simple identification of the direction, Couch picked up a rifle as a crutch, and walked slowly towards the direction of the headquarters in his memory. He wasn't looking for Ben, he was looking for a field hospital.

From time to time, there were soldiers running around on the road, and I didn't know which team they belonged to. These wandering guys have no interest in Corki, they tend to appear suddenly and disappear suddenly.

The only thing that Couch can bother to observe, other than the direction and path, are the large-caliber shells penetrating the sky one by one.

"Bane is bombarding Luanda with heavy artillery." If it was the past, Couch would really be happy about it. But recently, the war weariness in his heart has become more and more serious. Since the mad woman 'Dongshuang' disappeared, he feels that some things are finally his turn.

After finally returning to the original headquarters, Boss Bane was no longer there. Many people are convinced that the head of the Aurora Legion is particularly good at infiltrating and raiding small groups of troops. Perhaps the leader is also on guard against this.

The headquarters is not there, but the field hospital attached to the headquarters is still there. Couch, who still had his ID card, was let in by hospital guards.

"Could you give me a shot of morphine? I'm dying of pain." Couch begged the military doctor who came to check on the injury.

But inside the medical tent, the military doctor with a stethoscope shook his head and said, "Morphine is a controlled substance, and your level is not high enough to give it to you. I will give you two options. If you are conservative, stop the bleeding and bandage it. Just amputate."

"Amputation?" Cook shook his head repeatedly. "No, I can't amputate. My leg is still fine, and I walked all the way back."

The military doctor squeezed Kuqi's injured leg, but he shook his head and said, "Trust me, your leg is hopeless. Amputation will save your life."

"No, absolutely not." Couch shook his head in fear, he would never amputate his limbs, because amputation is not far from death. "I want conservative treatment, give me a shot of morphine, just one shot."

The military doctor sneered at Couch's extravagant hope, and asked the guards to send him to another tent after simply stopping the bleeding.

This tent is full of all kinds of wounded soldiers, and the blood and screams will never stop.

Then there was no treatment, let alone morphine. Couch was lying on the hospital bed full of blood, struggling to shout for doctors and nurses, but no one cared about him.

"Stop shouting, no one cares about us. We have been abandoned." On the adjacent bed lay a wounded man whose head, face and arms were wrapped in gauze.

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

"But I'm a confidant of Leader Bane, and I should be treated preferentially," Couch argued.

The wounded man on the next bed laughed miserably, "So what? That was in the past, and no one cares about you now."

Kuqi felt cold at first, but his heart was even colder when he heard this. He came back with the hope of even just in case, but in fact he knew that his situation might not be very good. He's seen a lot of people who get dumped because of injuries, and he's done it a lot himself.

Want to be angry, but can't get angry. The whole person was like a deflated ball, and Kuqi sat on the edge of the bed blankly, feeling that his life was about to start counting down.

"Do you know? Boss Bane bombarded the headquarters of the Aurora Legion with heavy artillery, and it is said that Victor Hugo may have been killed." The wounded in the next bed took the initiative to find something to say, "Come chat. Anyway. I'm going to die, there's no need to be too sad."

"So what if it kills anyone? What does it have to do with me?" Couch's energy sank, as if he had lost his soul. He suddenly felt a little envious of the 'Dongshuang' who wanted to die in a chic way. That woman shouldn't be in pain before she dies.

"So don't be too sad. If you defeat the Aurora Legion, maybe you can get a lot of medicine and heal your leg." The wounded man on the next bed joked.

Couch shook his head, "I've seen Victor Hugo, he won't be defeated so easily. I think the one who will be defeated is our Boss Bane."

"How could Bane fail? His strength is several times that of the Aurora Legion, and his equipment is much better." The wounded on the next bed denied: "As long as our heavy artillery keeps blasting like this, it will definitely kill the Aurora Legion in the city." .”

Couch didn't believe it, but could only shake his head. He stayed numb for a while, but another wounded man was sent outside the tent. Such a wounded man was shot in the chest, and it seemed that he was hopeless. What was special about this man was that he kept cursing Ben under his breath.

Couch immediately recognized the wounded man as his colleague and one of Bane's confidantes. But now he was sent to the hospital...

"Tom, I'm Kutcher. What's wrong with you?" Kutcher asked in surprise.

The wounded later looked at Couch, and said with full of hatred: "I sent the report to Ben, but he got angry on the spot after reading the report, and shot me casually. That bastard, I cursed him down!" hell."

"What report did you send?"

"Soyo, Bane's lair Soyo has been occupied by the Aurora Legion, and our retreat has been cut off." 8