blackstone code

Chapter 1647 Discuss a statement
"Pooh!"

A Mariro soldier spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Just now, he just looked out, and a bullet hit a brick less than a foot away from him!
He almost got shot in the head!

However, he was lucky to survive, and the price was that the falling brick cut his cheek and lip. What a blessing in misfortune!

Although the coldest time has passed, the temperature is still very low, not only cold, but also very dry.

The dryness and cold made people's skin tense, but after a short period of time, his wound began to turn outwards, and the color of the fresh flesh inside also darkened.

Just like the stalls selling livestock on the roadside of the vegetable market, the cut surfaces are bloody and dark in color.

The tight skin pulled the wound sideways, and the almost imperceptible force gradually made the soldier ache. He tried to lick his lips, then gave up.

He could feel his tongue licking a gap, and a small piece of cracked, dry and hard flesh.

With just one lick, he licked the blood from his tongue.

The pain and anxiety made him even more agitated, and he shifted his position.

The confrontation during this period made him realize that once his position is exposed, it will be very dangerous!

Not to mention that the federal sniper rifle law is very accurate, they still have some heavy weapons, maybe something has been aimed at the building where he is at this time!
For the federal people, if an enemy can be wiped out with one shell, then this is obviously a very good deal!

But it is difficult for Mariro people to understand.

Not long after he left, a tank in the distance had adjusted its coordinates, and fired a shell into the building with a bang.

The room next door collapsed completely, and the faces of Mariro's soldiers became even more gloomy.

He waited for a long time, about ten minutes, before finding a sheltered position again, and raised his head.

A group of soldiers who were still in the distance just now had already approached. Some tyrannical emotions flashed in his eyes. He pulled the bolt of the gun, got up quickly, fired, and then crawled to shift positions...

As he crawled on the ground quickly, he recalled that movie.

A Federal film about snipers in World War I.

He can't remember most of the plots. He was not very old when he watched this movie. At that time, he only thought that the sniper was very handsome, and he wanted to be a sniper in the future.

Although he didn't remember the plot clearly, he firmly remembered one sentence——

"A mature sniper never checks for 'prey'..."

He doesn't know if he's hit or not, but he won't check, that will only increase the risk of exposing himself.

On the street outside, a Union soldier had fallen to the ground.

Two soldiers grabbed his arm and dragged him to a wooden shed on the side of the road.

Each of them is talking loudly.

Someone was asking if a sniper had been spotted.

Someone is asking if they need to call for support.

Someone is asking how the person who was hit was doing...

The injured person looked at his thigh in horror!
Blood quickly stained most of his pants red. At this time, his teammates had already found a cover and began to observe the surrounding environment.

The team leader ran over, and he cut the trouser leg completely with a knife along the gun port on the trousers, exposing the gun hole inside.

The blood was like a small fountain, forming a spurt on the wound.

It wasn't actually sprayed out, and it didn't look serious, but in fact everyone's heart became heavy.

The squad leader looked gloomy but extremely calm. He immediately shook his shoulders and took off the tactical backpack on his back, and then took out the medical kit.

"Hold on!", he said to his pale-faced team member who was about to lose consciousness, and then squeezed a large ball of gauze tightly, together with a... he didn't know what kind of jelly-like substance, forcefully Stuffed into the soldier's wound.

He didn't go to get the bullet. There is no doubt that the bullet seriously injured the soldier's aorta. If the bullet were to be taken out, it would probably speed up the blood loss. Not to mention, he didn't have so much time to try to save the soldier. .

Judging from the contents of the war manual, there is less than a minute and a half of rescue time after an artery is injured.

Once it exceeds one and a half minutes, whether it can be saved is already an unknown.

If you delay for a while, basically there is no need to save.

And the easiest way to deal with this kind of wound is to prevent the blood from leaving the body first.

As long as it is still in the body, it doesn't matter even if some of it escapes into the muscles!
At least people will not die immediately, and there is a chance to survive if they are sent to the rear.

The Federation has made plans for all possible things.

This situation is indicated in these scenarios.

Of course, the above also said that if it is a penetrating artery injury, you can give up the treatment and directly ask the other party for any last words.

The moment the rubber-like thing wrapped in gauze was stuffed into the wound, the soldier who was already somewhat confused sat up abruptly!

His entire expression was distorted from the pain, and his complexion also turned a little rosy, but only a little, and his eyes were wide open.

He screamed for several seconds before fainting again.

Looking at the wound that had stopped bleeding, the team leader breathed a sigh of relief.

"You take him back and we move on..."

The soldier is already in a coma... No, it should be said to be in shock, hemorrhagic shock.

The rate of blood loss from the aorta of the leg was terrific. He was actually pretty good if he was shot from the outside until now!

The two soldiers did not shirk their responsibilities, and immediately agreed, and they immediately contacted the support vehicle behind.

There are specialized armored vehicles for this.

They just need to wait here, wait for the armored car to come, they put the wounded in the car, and then leave with the armored car.

Generally speaking, ordinary wars are unlikely to be so convenient. This is purely because the Federation is now fully dominant and there is a huge gap in strength.

The federal military has the ability to mobilize these armored vehicles not to attack, but to rescue those wounded soldiers!
The three were left behind, and the team leader led the others to move forward. Now they are more cautious than before.

After more than an hour, they had advanced 100 meters.

Losing three team members, they were obviously much slower in clearing the buildings on both sides of the road.

Just when the team leader finished his rest and prepared to continue advancing, a message came from the rear, demanding that all troops withdraw from the theater immediately!
And this is the commander-in-chief's request. If someone does not retreat immediately, they must bear serious consequences and be tried by a military court!
Such harsh words showed the commander's attitude when issuing this order. The squad leader didn't dare to delay. Although he didn't understand and regretted, he still led everyone to retreat.

On the way back, a soldier asked incomprehensibly, "If we completely withdraw from the war zone, does it mean that all our efforts these days have been in vain?"

In the battle in the city, every meter of advancement is very difficult, and the city has been bombed.

There are places to hide people and things everywhere.

Those bombed-out houses are the best natural bunkers. In those dark, small black holes made of bricks, boards and other building materials, there is often a gun and a person hidden!

You don't know if there is something empty behind a certain board or slab, or if there is something, you have to search for it yourself!

Not only troublesome, but also dangerous!
But now, because of some orders from the commander-in-chief, all this is in vain.

The squad leader was silent for a while, and then comforted, "Maybe there may be new changes. For us, the only thing we can do is to carry out orders."

The attack and suppression were launched towards the city center, and it has been so many days that they have not hit the periphery of the city center.

But to retreat, all the teams withdrew in less than an hour!
Standing at the edge of the city, the team leader sighed, shook his head slightly, and led the rest of the team members towards the field hospital.

They don't care so much about why they are withdrawing now, they only care about how their comrades are doing.

Ten minutes later, they found the 21-year-old boy.

His body has been covered with a national flag, and it is placed with hundreds of other similar corpses.

The squad leader suppressed the turbulent emotions, tightly clutched his nameplate, got to the edge of the nameplate and cut his palm, without noticing it!
Sacrifice in vain!
The unlucky man died on the way back from the front, lost blood, went into cardiac arrest, and never jumped again.

The atmosphere of sadness permeates here, and all the corpses here will be sent back to the country by transport plane at night.

They will become the past in the national anthem and the sound of guns, in the mourning of the people.

People don't understand this kind of grief, because to people, it's just a part of a number, and maybe the camera or the newspaper won't let people see him shy when he smiles.

But for the team he used to exist, he is their comrade in arms, even a relative!
The squad leader swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes were a little red, he turned around and pursed his lips, "I'm going to see the commander and ask him why he wants us to withdraw..."

In fact, what he wants to say is, if he knows that we will withdraw sooner or later, why should we enter?

In vain, sacrificed so many people?
The other team members didn't stop him, and even had the same idea as him. They strode towards the headquarters together. On the way, they also found some other people who were in a similar situation to them.

Everyone didn't speak, just lowered their heads and walked towards the headquarters.

If the command's explanation doesn't satisfy them, they don't mind going to a court-martial!
This is not just for a certain person, but for the benefit of all soldiers!

They are soldiers, fighting for this country, definitely not the victims of those political compromises, nor can they be!
Your Excellency the Lieutenant General seemed to be aware of what they were here for, and he didn't let anyone stop them. Seeing them gathering more and more, he wasn't too scared, but felt a sense of relief...

(End of this chapter)