There is nothing wrong with the solemnity.

That moment, it was the sound of a mine explosion.

A shocking news came from Yang Daxi's intercom - something happened in minefield No. 13!

"Some people come! Come with me!"

Yang Daxie threw down the rice bowl and almost jumped up from the ground.

The dishes and rice in the rice bowl were sprinkled all over the floor...

The blind man knows that the situation is serious.

Zhuang Yan stood up without saying a word.

Almost everyone stood up.

"There is no need for so many people. A few people come to help you carry them!" Yang Daxi looked back and saw that there were too many people.

There is a mountain road there, and it will be a mistake if there are too many people.

"We are professional in carrying people, we have received field rescue training!" Zhuang Yan refused to leave.

This is not an exaggeration.

All of them received simple field rescue training.

Yang Daxiu thought that special forces have received very strict training and are definitely better physically than their own soldiers.

"Okay, you! you! you! you!"

He reached out and pointed out the solemnity of the hunter team, Su Huikai, Yansu and Xu Xingguo.

"Come with me!"

After clicking, I waved my hand and seemed to be launching a charge.

A life-saving charge.

That was the first time Zhuangyan saw someone injured by a landmine.

After running about 700 meters, as soon as I went up the mountain, I saw a group of people coming from the rugged mountain road above my head.

A stretcher surrounded the team, and many people had blood on their bodies and faces...

There was mud everywhere on the camouflage uniform, and the green juice that stuck to it after the plants were crushed.

Everyone looked very nervous and sad.

"Let's take over!"

Zhuang Yan and Su Hui Kai almost shouted in unison.

The stretcher was raised over his head and stretched over.

A strong smell of blood suddenly penetrated into the nose.

Something dripped on the solemn face, a touch, a piece of red.

It's blood...

It's human blood...

Zhuang Yan didn't care who was on the stretcher, and he and Su Hui opened two grasps the stretcher's grips and ran along the mountain road.

Every member of the hunter team has excellent physical strength. It is normal for individuals to carry dozens of kilograms of things to run ten kilometers.

The temporary parking position here is only 800 meters before minefield No. 12, which is a piece of cake for Zhuang Yan and his teammates.

Along the way, Zhuang Yan ran ahead and had no time to look back and see the situation.

He could only smell the fishy smell of blood, and the sanitation officer kept shouting: "Don't sleep! Don't sleep! Wake up! We'll take you to the hospital soon!"

Then someone was shouting: "Big worm! You can't die! Don't sleep! Please don't sleep."

That was the shout of mine-destroying soldiers.

They are all trying their best to keep their comrades awake.

Big bug?

Maybe it's the nicknames between each other in the mine demining team.

Zhuang Yan knew that the constant shouting was to prevent people who lost blood from falling asleep.

Life is sometimes a battle, a tug of war with death.

Often, it depends on one breath. If you relax and lose your breath, you will lose your life...

Finally, I saw the temporary parking lot, which was a mess of grassland, and there was a dirt road not far away, which led to the county town.

There are more than 20 kilometers to the camp here, and there are nearly 30 kilometers to the county town from the camp...

More than fifty kilometers, this is a long distance.

After lifting the injured person into the car, Han Zixiu ran to the cab and shouted: "I'll drive!"

Everyone was stunned.

But there is no time to question.

The car quickly started and sat solemnly on the floor of the car, with the wounded lying on the stretcher next to it.

Zhuang Yan then had time to look at the wounded man called "Big Worm".

He couldn't even remember the name of the wounded, and he couldn't even recognize who it was.

Because the big insect had tied up its face, blood was everywhere...

His eyes moved down from his face, and when he saw his legs, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but close his eyes.

The left leg had been blown off, revealing the thick white bones.

That's the bone...

Human bones...

The most important thing is not the injuries here.

Instead, there is a bloody hole in the camouflage uniform at the base of the thigh near the butt. It is bleeding inside.

Zhuang Yan didn't know why it exploded into this part, but he knew that it was the femoral artery...

During battlefield rescue training, soldiers have received this kind of similar training, mainly several important parts, which are easily penetrated and caused heavy bleeding.

One of them is here.

The health officer used a tourniquet to stop the bleeding urgently, but the wound could not be wrapped around the tourniquet.

Another sanitation worker kept tearing the triangle bags again and again. The triangle bags were torn apart, shook them open, and filled them in.

The ground was covered with blood-colored cotton and bandages...

The wound near the thigh was not good. Zhuangyan remembered the appearance of the broken dam on the dam. No matter how it was, it could not be blocked...

Han Zibao's car drove very fast.

Before this, no one knew that Han Zisheng could drive.

This time, everyone has seen the driving skills of this special forces officer.

Have you tried the feeling of flying on a mountain road?

That's how it feels.

Every second is a matter of time.

The smell of blood filled the entire wide Dongfeng 141's rear compartment.

Zhuangyan squatted aside. For the first time, he saw so much blood flowing in front of him.

Only now did he realize that while something like blood will have a visual impact on people, it will also unknowingly impact your psychological defense line.

The fishy smell of blood can be so strong that it is so stimulating...

Why is the smell of blood scary?

Zhuangyan deeply felt it now.

Because that means life is passing.

"Don't die...Don't die...Don't die!"

Zhuangyan felt his hands trembling slightly.

Lao Mihu was lying on his thighs, and his mouth and nose were bleeding again.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes heated up, and tears could not be suppressed, and they flowed out.

Zhuang Yan quickly glanced at the side, wiped it, took a deep breath, suppressing all the surging emotions.

He cannot make people feel his sadness.

Sadness is like an influenza virus, it can be contagious.
To be continued...