It’s like a car, in the wilderness, of course, it’s a mess, so it’s easy to get it. But in the city, it’s better to follow the driving lanes and traffic rules.

This is the code of conduct for mercenaries that Buck gave him, but now he is a bit lawless in the urban-rural fringe area, right?

He turned around and ran for twenty or thirty steps, and glanced at a ditch, Buck jumped in, turned over and pulled open the rifle stock, quickly got on his shoulder, and waited for the other party to emerge. The guy who was shot by him would definitely not give him any good results!

In the world of Woogland, you have to teach such a guy a lesson!

I laughed a little bit hoarsely. In fact, this is a true portrayal of my career as a mercenary in Eastern Europe. I worked like a migrant worker and earned a day's wages. I occasionally took a whole contracted order. I only earned 10,000 or 20,000 yuan to everyone. I also had to suffer from such a coward today from time to time. Thinking that my wife and family had to endure it, it seems that I really have a lot of confidence in my heart. If the other party dares to force it too much, then I will kill the bitch to raise it. Isn't it just to escape home slowly?

So Buck's banditry spirit was also influenced by this.

Looking around from afar, there are still some militants standing on the high ground on the roadside. After all, this area is still a controlled area of ​​anti-government armed forces, and Buck doesn't feel that he is completely at a disadvantage.

But slowly as the outline between the grass rose, it was not a uniform military cap, but a slightly messy blonde hair. The other party carefully raised an M4 rifle and shook it, then threw it over the earthblock, and raised his hands left and right in the air. After a few seconds, the blonde hair slowly stood up. The photography vest with its upper body exposed, and it was not surprising that Buck's muzzle was aimed at him.

Raising your hands upwards is an internationally common Y-shaped rescue action, indicating YES and INEEDHLEP, which are usually used in the wild to save life, making it easier for people on helicopters or boats to see from a distance. Here, for a military doctor, it also clearly conveys the signal.

What's more, this man checked the gunman of Buck's NATO armed contractor number on his handheld computer yesterday. Buck picked up his pistol and shot the official. Now he looked left and right with a vigilant look, confirming that he was not attracted by attention and then spoke: "What?"

The NATO contractor looked helpless: "You can tell what's wrong. There are too many people and the wounded cannot send him off. Now we need your help in urgent need of your help. A guy has already started to have a high fever!"

Buck scratched his head and slowly crawled out with a rifle in one hand: "But... the guy who shuts my mouth..."

The NATO contractor took out a contractor number card and threw it over: "We guarantee your safety! We guarantee to send you where you need to go..."

In fact, Buck, who had already stepped over, picked up his ID card and his identity as an international security company in France was very convincing. He approached and handed the ID card back: "Barson... I hope to go to Poland."

The French shrugged: "No problem, we will pay, who would have thought of these bitches raised..." But he didn't say anything later. Maybe he remembered that Buck was also among the other party's mercenaries.

The temporary worker Buck followed the other party to jump down the ridge more than half a meter high back to the side of the road. The vehicle parked on the side of the road was exposed when he saw the two uniformed personnel who had been chasing him were pressed on the body of the car by the NATO contractor. Basson snapped his fingers at his companions and climbed into a van behind him. Sure enough, the six injured contractors were sitting or lying down, and the one who was shot in the neck was already unconscious.

The awake contractor nodded and smiled when he saw Buck. At this time, the military doctor was more important than anything else.

Buck didn't say much, put down his gun and backpack and started to do medical treatment, and told the uninjured guys to get water and medicine. In fact, along the way, Buck passed by two ambulances, but most of the bodies of the victims are now loaded with the victims, but Buck guessed that there were still first aid medicines on the car.

This is the difference between field military doctors and other doctors. All Buck can do is to save and maintain the situation of the wounded and save his lives as soon as possible. The others should be treated in professional and regular hospitals sent to the back. European and American troops do the best in this area, but they are just in front of them. These guys are contractors and mercenaries. No matter what their identities are actually behind, they will not receive medical transportation support from the military system at this time. Moreover, the helicopters that are often sent to the wounded are obviously no one dares to fly in this special sensitive area.

Finally, when he met so many politicians who wanted to leave here by chance, he was delayed and stopped here. You should know that Buck was the one who should have been treated in another hospital five or six hours later, but now it has expired.

Fortunately, I did the previous work myself, and now I don’t need to ask more about the situation. I am familiar with the situation of the injured. The most important thing in field treatment is to survive for more than ten minutes after being injured. If I continue to treat it, I will have a high chance of survival. It is not difficult for Buck now. After working for more than half an hour, I re-examined the other few injured before I had the chance to take the drink handed over by the other party: "Why didn’t you bring a hygienist?"

Generally, a team of more than six or seven people must be equipped with a health officer or a military doctor for missions, and then a combination of assaulters, machine gunners, snipers, scouts, etc. These people obviously lack this number.

The wounded looked at each other for a few seconds, and a guy replied: "Our military doctor is still lying in a hospital in Morocco..."

Buck just grimaced and shrugged, and no longer asked, but the other party began to ask him where he came from, where he went, what religion and ethnic characteristics he believed in, when he received NATO training, and why he appeared here.

Buck's answer was true and reliable. All his identity information sources were flawless. In addition to changing his Chinese identity to Kazakhs, after the civil strife, Wu Gelan fled to Poland and Kazakhs with his wife and children and his companions, but he had to make money. He heard that this thing happened and finally raised his hand helplessly: "Six hundred dollars is the gain this time... but at least he can buy a bouquet of flowers for his wife and buy something for his children."

While speaking, he started to pick up his medical bag casually, but in fact he showed his objects to the other party inadvertently. Without any change of clothes, he just had a Nokia phone, without even a pistol and ammunition. He looked like a sad poor mercenary, and the electronic watch on his wrist looked even less surprising.

After the mercenaries were pulled together, Buck threw away his passport. Any connection with China was not a good thing for him, and not bringing any documents was a common behavior for mercenaries. Finally, these NATO contractors asked him to treat the wounded OSCE and the wounded Kiev. When Buck got off the car, he caught a glimpse of these guys getting together.

Sure enough, when Buck pretended to finish his work outside and came back for a while, the mercenaries mixed with British, French and German members asked him if he was interested in going to Syria to make money together.
Chapter completed!