The moonlight was like water, hanging high in the sky, falling into the courtyard, and the houses caused fewer and fewer slanted shadows, and fewer dark corners that could be hidden. Luo Zheng hid in a corner and observed the surroundings for a while. The situation was unexpectedly smooth. The large army pursued the scholar and others. The main armed forces left behind were guarding at the gate, and there were more than a dozen people in the backyard. The two forces defended the outside world and did not pay attention to the situation in the courtyard at all.

In the courtyard, the wounded soldiers were still waiting for treatment. There were more than a dozen at the door, more than twenty in the room, and thirty or forty wounded soldiers were waiting anxiously. The price after the injury made the wounded soldiers uneasy, their morale was low, and they were irritated. They wanted to receive treatment immediately, and they would not pay attention to the situation in the hospital.

The courtyard is like an unguarded back garden, letting Luo Zheng enter and exit, the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is still very vigilant and imprisoned the farmer in an inconspicuous room. Who would have thought of this? Moreover, to be on the safe side, a master was arranged to take care of him. If there is any movement, it would attract the assistance of other armed personnel. Unfortunately, Luo Zheng, who was jumping in his mind and acting wildly, cleverly assassinated the guards.

In the dark corner, Luo Zheng took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and walked towards the treatment room with great strides. The scholar and others were not sure what was going on. The Wild Wolf Mercenary Group and the main forces of the Eastern Iranian Movement could come at any time. They had to find medicine before they arrived. Otherwise, the farmer's leg injury would be very troublesome. After a long time, the leg might be ruined.

Luo Zheng took advantage of the chaotic scene to line up and lined up, tidied up the black robe on his body. After confirming that there was no flaw in the disguise, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the gate. Time didn't wait for anyone, and Luo Zheng didn't dare to wait too long. As soon as he arrived at the door, the wounded soldier waiting at the door saw Luo Zheng going to jump into the queue, and scolded him anger. Luo Zheng didn't understand a word, and squeezed over, squeezed the other party away, and stepped into the door.

The wounded soldiers waiting in line behind shouted in anger when they saw someone jumping into the line. The scene became chaotic, and someone even pulled the bolt, which was related to their life and death. No one was willing to let someone jump into the line. Luo Zheng had no choice but to force him to force him to line up. Even if he had no time to line up, he would be exposed and could not understand the language and could only force him to force him.

After squeezing into the door, Luo Zheng saw many wounded people lying in the room, some were helping with an IV, and some were busy on the operating table. The operating table was a desk, with simple conditions and simple everything. It was very surprising that there were doctors who knew about surgery here. A hint of surprise flashed across Luo Zheng's tough face. Seeing that the other party's appearance was similar to that of the Eastern Iranian Movement, it was obvious that they were trained by themselves.

The Eastern Iranian Movement Organization has been developing for decades and has become a climate. It is not surprising that it has its own medical team. Luo Zheng didn't care about this. His cold eyes swept across the counter next to him, with various medicines placed on it. Luo Zheng stepped forward, grabbed the syringe, took a bottle of sodium chloride, and saw that there were alcohol, gauze, penicillin next to it, and actually a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao. Luo Zheng was so familiar with this medicine. It was specially used for good things to prevent inflammation, blood stasis, activation of collaterals, and treatment of trauma in the army.

An angry voice sounded next to him, someone patted his shoulder. Luo Zheng turned his head and saw that it was a doctor in a big white coat. When he saw him, his face was full of shock, obviously he had doubts. A trace of murderous aura flashed through his cold eyes. He had no choice but to retreat, and he could not avoid it. Luo Zheng tried his best, and the m9 saber in his hand slashed over like lightning, and put the bottle of white medicine in his pocket with the other hand.

"Puff!" The blood arrow flew, and the doctor in the white coat covered his throat, making a sound, his face pale, his eyes full of fear and reluctance.

Luo Zheng didn't care about this person's life or death, put all gauze, syringe and penicillin in his pocket. He heard the dense footsteps behind him and the angry shouts. His face burst out with violent murderous aura. He opened his bow and did not turn around. If he wanted to survive, he had only one choice, kill!

"Dadada!" Luo Zheng pulled the trigger without hesitation. The angry bullet roared away with Luo Zheng's endless murderous aura and hatred for the enemy, knocking down an enemy who rushed up and tearing it apart.

The sudden change surprised everyone. After Luo Zheng killed five or six people who rushed up in one breath, the AK47 in his hand kept aiming at the wounded soldiers rushing in at the door and continued to shoot. As for the wounded soldiers and doctors lying on the hospital bed, they had no weapons on their hands, which was not worth worrying for the time being.

At close range, the terrifying penetration and destructive power of AK47 is fully demonstrated. When the 7.62 mm bullet hits the body, it is a huge blood hole, and there is no hope of survival. Even if it is not a fatal key position, it will bleed and die.

Luo Zheng looked at the enemies who fell to the ground coldly. The tough face had no change at all. There was only killing in his eyes. There was only one thought in his mind. He killed all the people he saw. While counting the bullets in the magazine silently. As soon as he thought it was almost gone, he controlled the ak47 and continued to shoot with one hand, and decisively pulled out a magazine with another hand.

The bullets were exhausted and made a crisp empty sound. Luo Zheng quickly took off the empty magazine, skillfully installed the other magazine, resetting it. In less than a second, the gun in his hand continued to sound, as if there was no pause. One magazine had thirty bullets, and there were only a dozen people in line. After seeing Luo Zheng jumping in, they all rushed in, just blocked the door, and was almost killed by Luo Zheng with one magazine.

All the newly replaced bullets rushed towards the people standing in the room, and released the tigers and cheetahs. They were extremely fierce. The most unlucky ones were those who tried to get guns from the corner. The Eastern Iranian Movement members were not trained enough, and they were injured, had difficulty moving, and had low combat effectiveness. They were not worth worrying about. The doctors were non-combatants and their combat effectiveness was even limited. Seeing this terrifying scene, they were panicked and hid everywhere, and each pounced on them to stop them.

After one shot, Luo Zheng quickly replaced the new magazine and did not continue to fire. He glanced at the audience with a cold look. Seeing everyone lying in a pool of blood, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly heard a crisp gunshot outside and was shocked. Could it be that the enemy's main force has returned?

Luo Zheng held the gun tightly and came to the door with a quick step. Seeing more than a dozen people rushing in from the gate of the courtyard, the leader was shot dead. Luo Zheng turned his head in surprise and saw that it was the farmer. He probably came after hearing the gunshots. Luo Zheng made a gesture and signaled that he was fine. After the gunshot filled with death, he aimed at the enemy rushing in from outside again.

"Dadada!" AK47 roared again, and being chased by the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group made Luo Zheng hold a sense of resentment. All of this resentment was vented at this moment. The angry murderous aura merged into the bullets, and with an indomitable momentum, he threw down the rushing enemies one by one.
Chapter completed!