"I'll bandage you a wound!"

Molina was moving very quickly.

After bandaging the wound on the Russian's arm, the two did not communicate more and turned back to the sniper position.

The Russians dared not relax at all.

The only worry-free thing about desert combat is that you don’t have to worry about the weather being too bad.

Even at four or five in the morning.

He pursed his lips. The old man had a sluggish beard on his lips, but he did not have saliva on his beard.

It's not because the beard is too short, but because the mouth is too dry.

"What the hell do Americans want to do!"

A full hour had passed, but the Americans on the opposite side never launched any attacks.

This made him feel a little confused.

The US Marine Corps, which had nearly 20 people, had enough equipment to flatten a Ribia-like army or government army with nearly 100 people, but there was no movement now.

This has to be surprising.

Raise the sniper rifle in your hand.

I looked away through the night vision camera on the scope, and the distance was 400 meters.

The thermal imaging night vision instrument on the sniper rifle is not of good quality and is very blurry.

Because of the high temperature in the desert, it is difficult to judge which heat sources in sight are people and which heat accumulated in the sand.

But there was still no movement.

The Russians could almost tell that the Americans were hiding behind the row of sand belts at the end of their vision, but these damn Americans were too cautious.

Nowadays, once Americans remain unmoved, it will be even more difficult to capture their targets.

The sand dune under him should be about one meter higher than the surroundings, and the Russians were not sure that they could kill the Americans at this position.

Moreover, when the surroundings are flat, high terrain may not be a completely good thing, and it is easy to become a target for hunting.

So after observing for a while.

The Russians left the dunes very quickly and returned to their original sniper position.

"How is it? Is there any movement for Americans?"

"No! Damn Americans are so timid that they don't even dare to show their heads..."

The Russian and the doctor asked and answered each other.

But the Russian suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something.

No, they are waiting for dawn!

It's so damn!

Those Americans are waiting for dawn.

"Shuff!"

It's different from their preparatory work.

The Americans set out hastily from the Carrera military base and did not necessarily carry night vision devices with them.

So they temporarily stopped attacking just now.

The Russians suddenly felt a little annoyed. It was a hell. They undoubtedly missed the best opportunity to hunt. If they were more courageous just now, they might even kill all the damn guys on the other side.

I have to say that Americans are really lucky.

It happened to be when the doctor performed the Duke's surgery.

The Hunter Mercenary Group was worried that the Americans would interrupt the surgery when they rushed over, so they would not think so much.

But it's too late now.

There was already a trace of light in the distance.

Once dawn is dawn, those Americans should launch a new round of attacks.

Time passes by little by little.

The temperature in the desert reached its lowest level at nearly 5 o'clock in the morning.

The sky is still a little dark.

The gunshot stopped, and Morina fell asleep in a daze, but her nerves were still a little more important than under normal conditions.

So almost as soon as Li Changjiang's voice came into her ears, she was immediately awakened.

"cold!"

What?

She didn't hear it clearly.

“Cold…cold…”

This time Li Changjiang's voice was very clear.

Molina quickly reached out and pinched Li Changjiang's bloody left hand.

Oh My God!

“So cold!”

He let out his hands like an electric shock, and then quickly pulled it up again. Morina immediately felt sleepy.

Too cold!

Even a little trembling.

It's so hell, how could his body temperature drop so quickly and turn cold!

If Li Changjiang hadn't been still shouting something in his mouth, Molina would have even thought that she was holding a corpse instead of a living person.

In fact, this phenomenon of Li Changjiang is a common phenomenon of cold and hot after surgery. This situation will inevitably occur when the surgery is performed without any disinfection and anti-inflammatory treatment.

The Russian and the doctor on the other side were still forcibly cheering up their minds and staring at the attack route in their sight without any distraction.

Morina glanced in the direction of the two, but obviously they had no better way.

He pursed his lips.

Molina suddenly took off her top and her white skin was exposed to the air.

She didn't think she was taking advantage of others' danger. The man in front of her now needs body temperature and hugged Li Changjiang tightly.

Both of them were trembling.

After a long time, Li Changjiang's body temperature gradually returned to normal, and it was already bright.

Somewhat confused.

After a long struggle, Li Changjiang's consciousness gradually woke up.

Open your eyes.

There seemed to be something strange on the body.

Naturally, he didn't know that it was the smell of Molina's body, and the trauma in his chest was no longer so painful.

In this case, Li Changjiang actually turned around in the hands of the god of death, and the sharp changes in body temperature were resolved.

"God, you're finally awake!"

When Molina suddenly turned a little blushed when she saw the guy with camouflage on her face awakens.

She is a woman after all.

No difference between skin color and race.

However, from Li Changjiang's eyes, she did not see any expression except confusion, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

"Where are we? Where are the Russians?"

"We're still in the desert, are you talking about that Russian? He's there."

Morina quickly pointed in the direction ahead.

Li Changjiang struggled to sit up, but the feeling on his chest still made him frown.

As soon as I moved, blood immediately oozed out of the bandage.

"Fake!"

I continued to lie down with some annoyance.

Li Changjiang was helpless.

The injuries on his chest almost exhausted his strength, and it was difficult to even sit up, and he kept gasping for breath.
To be continued...