The others had crawled to a safe place, but Zhou Jiping used trees to cover his body and crawled towards the Damon soldier whose waist was broken. He had to deal with it, otherwise, if he kept shouting like this, the field platoon would
The souls of the soldiers would have to be shouted out.
"Ah - help me...help me..." The wounded man stretched out his hand to Zhou Jiping, his eyes full of terror and despair. Blood flowed from his nose and mouth, and more blood flowed from his abdominal cavity.
Welling out, along the ruptured belly, seeping into the bushes below
The scene in front of him, Zhou Jiping, a "quasi-recruit" who had only participated in one night of actual combat, was also thrilling. His mouth and stomach inevitably had some reactions. But at this time, as the leader of the Damon soldiers, he did not have any reaction at all.
Due to the fear and worry of power, he could only endure the discomfort in his heart and hold the wounded man's hand.
"Help..." the wounded man murmured, but there was more and more blood in his mouth. He could only keep swallowing, but there was still blood pouring out of his mouth and nose.
Originally, Zhou Jiping wanted to knock him unconscious when he had to, so as to prevent him from shouting "disturbing the morale of the army" before he died. But seeing him like this, Zhou Jiping couldn't do it anymore and had to lie down.
on the ground, holding his hand tightly and trying to comfort him with words
"I..." The wounded man seemed to want to ask Zhou Jiping something, but more blood suddenly gushes out, and he had to breathe hard for a few times... Then, the wounded man's eyes slowly turned from wide open to half closed.
, Zhou Jiping shook his head helplessly, he is dead
In recent times, Zhou Jiping has seen more and more dead children, children bitten to death by leopards, women bitten to death by poisonous snakes, tribesmen who died of exhaustion, hyena members who were killed by themselves, and died under their own swords.
White people, indigenous people who were shot and killed by themselves... Some of these people were enemies who threatened their lives, and some were indigenous people who were very friendly to them.
Westerners have a saying: "The smell of the enemy's corpse is always good." Unfortunately, Zhou Jiping did not feel this way. He watched these people in front of him die. Although their deaths left different feelings for Zhou Jiping,
In Zhou Jiping's inner world, there is always an instinctive awe for the demise of any life, including a deep helplessness.
Boom! Boom!
A huge explosion woke up Zhou Jiping, but also stunned him. He didn't care and had no time to move. He could only throw himself on the corpse in front of him, letting his ears squeak and scream happily -
—I just looked at the dead body and felt sad. I clearly heard the sound of rockets being launched but I didn’t have time to react.
Fortunately, Zhou Jiping's previous tactical actions were correct. He had always paid attention to hiding his body with trees. As a result, the enemy's rockets hit the landing point this time. Although it was less than ten meters away from him, all the shrapnel hit the trees.
, he was not injured, but his head was shaken dizzy. It was as if cicadas were lodged in his ears, and he kept shouting. The skin on his face was sore from the strong wind brought by the explosion shock wave.
Maybe he had a concussion! Zhou Jiping was so dizzy that he lost his sense of direction. He couldn't even tell where the sky and the earth were. His chest felt a little tight. He couldn't judge the situation in front of him, and he didn't know whether the enemy's machine gun was still there. Zhou Jiping could only try his best.
I completed a rollover close to the ground, and then climbed to the back of the south slope three times.
The sight of Zhou Jiping's face covered in blood startled Damon's soldiers. The explosion just now was closer than the one last night, and Zhou Jiping was in front of them, closer to the explosion point, and now his face was covered with blood.
The Damon soldiers were frightened for a while as they crawled over. They thought their chief had been seriously injured. What was even more worrying was that Zhou Jiping was so dizzy from the explosion that he looked more like he had been seriously injured.
Pengre and others could no longer hide themselves, and rushed to Zhou Jiping's side, asking about his injuries with concern.
Seeing the concerned eyes of everyone, Zhou Jiping lamented that he had escaped from the gate of hell again. He endured the feeling of dizziness. He first stretched out everyone's hands to pull his hands to block them, and then pushed and kicked the people around him to let them go.
Instead, he kept reminding everyone: "Don't risk your life, just lie down!" Then, he pulled Pengre to lie down next to him.
Seeing that Zhou Jiping's hands were still very strong and accurate, Peng Re was slightly relieved. At his reminder, Zhou Jiping reached out and wiped his face, only to find that his face was covered with dead Da Da.
The blood of the Mongolian soldiers turned out that when the rocket exploded just now, Zhou Jiping instinctively pounced on the belly of the deceased. As a result, all the blood in the corpse's abdominal cavity suddenly sprayed on Zhou Jiping's face.
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhou Jiping gasped and adjusted his brain's sense of balance, trying to stop the sky in front of him from rotating, but after a long time of trying, there was no effect. He simply turned over and lay down, closing his eyes and enduring the concussion.
Desire to vomit
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Seeing Zhou Jiping like this, Pengre's heart tightened again after he had just let go, and he kept shaking Zhou Jiping with both hands.
"You're evil! You really want me to spit it out?" Zhou Jiping pushed Pengre hard and whispered without raising his head, "It's okay. I was knocked unconscious. I'll be fine in a moment!"