Barker didn't even carry the gun with only one magazine, so as not to stimulate everyone present. He shouted loudly not to remind everyone of their own identity, but to give his courage: "Please report the number of people around the wounded. I started with the first KLM officer to propose medical treatment, put down your guns and mark the wounded with light!"

After hesitating for a moment, a flashlight flashed. Buck caught a face full of blood. If he was not mentally prepared, he would definitely be shocked. Then another flashlight, and someone who turned on the mobile phone light, there were nearly ten spots of them!

The distance between the sudden fire just now was too close. I wonder if someone suspected that the military doctor who only spoke English and Russian now was the Woogle language that reminded him to speak just now. Except for the sound of brushing in the grass under Buck's feet, the rest of the direction was silent.

Fortunately, Buck took the last two steps to speed up, and stepped into the OSCE member area composed of a van, leaned against the wheel, feeling the rapid heartbeat of Buck again: "If you have symptoms of excessive blood loss, move over quickly! Hurry up the time..."

I saw a man in his forties soaked in his chest with blood. He was holding his two companions with rapid breathing. Perhaps no one expected that he would suddenly be bullets. Even the NATO contractor who might have planned the operation did not expect someone to suddenly point out their sinister intentions, nor did they expect these militants to fight!

Anyway, Buck saw two contractors holding precise rifles half kneeling at both ends of the car body, and his falcon-like eyes looked back at him: "SOCM? Which side are you from..."

Buck half-kneeled and began to inspect the wounded. The gloves and masks he put on while walking covered his face: "My NATO armed contractor number is 68W73249527, Woogle..."

A gunman put down his gun and took out a handheld computer from his chest, quickly entered the query number, and quickly obtained the data. He bent over and pushed Buck's mask away for comparison.

Perhaps in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, it is impossible to distinguish the differences between Mongolian and Han people, nor can it distinguish the differences in characteristics between Mongolian and Turkic races. I was obviously relieved and carefully helped Bac pull the mask back: "You..." Then you won't come out.

A few years ago, many contractors in Iraha and Afghanistan have gone to NATO for training. Perhaps compared to ordinary combat mercenaries who train NATO guns and combat commands, military doctors like Buck have the longest training time. According to NATO's mentality, this should be considered a vassal army, that is, accomplices of the puppet army. Although they look down on them psychologically, they are all in the same group, but why do they wear the other party's clothes...

But the nationality of the Wooglander is clear, so shouldn't he stand on the Woogland?

The NATO gunman simply sat down in the carriage and watched Buck skillfully perform debridement and hemostasis under the illumination of two flashlights: "Who are you?"

Buck asked back: "Who are you?"

There was a sound of footsteps coming, and the gunman changed his pistol and looked vigilantly at the corner of the car. As expected, two NATO contractors carried another companion over with blood all over their bodies. The shoulders and necks that were covered with blood were still bleeding. The unlucky guy who should have worn a bulletproof vest was basically in a coma, and the two people carrying him were also injured.

Buck was quick to command the gunman: "Get some pure water, and you need an infusion!"

The other party immediately put down his pistol and jumped up to find something. The three people who had already commanded him to lay down in the order of serious injuries. He verbally asked a OSCE official in front of him with a terrified expression: "Use this tourniquet to hold down his wound, and you can let go in two minutes..." He turned around and started to stop bleeding from the guy who was shot in the neck. If this guy was delayed for another minute or two, he would definitely die. He grabbed a bandage tie and threw it to a person who was shot in the leg: "Tie it first! E3 bleeding point!"

The standard NATO combat first aid command makes NATO contractors no longer have any doubts. It is why you are obviously the military doctor we trained, but are in the other camp...

Then one after another, the wounded mercenaries in the Wogland uniform were carried over, and Buck treated him equally according to the serious injury.

Ten minutes ago, the two sides were killed to the death. They were so strange that they were like football players who had left the field. They were clearly lying on both sides and receiving treatment from Buck. Except for a NATO contractor who had a little conditioned reflex to be alert with a gun, Wu Gelan hired them to wander indifferently, squatting beside the wounded and smoking. When Buck passed by, he stuffed his mouth. What surprised the NATO contractors was that the military doctor was really biting the cigarette while smoking while performing surgery!

Aren't you afraid that the ashes would fall into the bloody wound? So when Buck looked for a NATO contractor to find the bullet inside his thigh, the injured, who was still awake, couldn't help but reach out to take off the cigarette butt from his mouth and took a few breaths.

Nicotine also has an anesthetic inhibitory effect, although it is mild.

Another thing that is more common is that when Buck performs surgery on whom, the people holding flashlights on both sides will look at him from all directions to form the effect of a shadowless lamp. No matter which side, the light moves very well, which makes the guy holding the gun touch his nose and put down the gun a little embarrassedly.

It's a bit of a peaceful atmosphere that's rare on the battlefield.

Seventeen wounded!

Among them, there were six NATO contractors, two OSCE members, and nine mercenaries of Woogland, but the injuries of NATO contractors were generally serious. They stood too close, and most of the ones who fired the fire first were mercenaries. After all, there were many mercenaries lying in the grass and were in the dark. Although there were many injuries, they were basically injured by stray bullets or explosive shrapnel.

An unlucky NATO mercenary was shot twelve times!

But not dead.

In addition to the timely rescue and failure to hit the absolute key, it can also be seen that his own body is strong.

After Buck cleaned the shrapnel and bandaged the wounds one by one, he still had the time to say thank you to Buck!

Buck gave him a morphine painkiller as a response.

The one who destroyed this atmosphere was a suited man, an official from the capital government. Seeing that the fight had stopped, he stepped forward and shouted and accused him: "It is you, the lawless rebel militants, and the members of the OSCE are here to witness you..."

The mercenaries' originally smiling expressions were covered with frost.

More than a dozen OSCE inspection staff frowned, with complex expressions, but at least it was obviously not a sensible way to anger these wild dogs at this time.

The NATO contractors who were not injured were standing on the periphery, and the one who was slightly injured couldn't help but: "Shut up!"

But this person obviously has a strong bureaucratic atmosphere: "Tomorrow, the officials of the United Nations! NATO officials! They will come to the scene to see all this... Seeing you guys who split the country help the evil Russia hide the evidence and destroy the evidence..." When he said this, there was a strange joy on his face!

Buck had been busy doing surgery, and he really felt that his brain was in a state of slight pain. He grabbed the pistol that had just been thrown to the ground, and there was a bang!

The other party fell to the ground in response!

This is a battlefield, not a parliament where politicians quarrel...

Very annoying!
Chapter completed!