But the development of the situation was not what Buck was worried about.

If I hadn't grasped the luggage rack on the roof of the pickup truck, Buck, who was lying on the windshield, might have been pushed down!

Natasha's driving style is as rough as ever. The body tires are constantly bumping and jumping on the curbs, and the bumper and the rear of the car often collide with something, but now they are too lazy to care. It is the main thing to evacuate this area quickly!

But even though the situation was so critical, Andris still lit a cigarette, swayed proudly and stood up, blew blue smoke at Buck through the roof, mocking him for not being able to make a move.

The gunshots were already very far away. The nearly annihilated guns just now killed militants at checkpoints and armored vehicles explosions, which made these revolutionaries who felt like they were whispering after touching the guns. They saw what cruelty was. After rushing through two or three streets, several cars returned to the normal road, and walked in one go in a flash. Buck ignored his companions' provocation and focused on using the relatively stable state of the car body in front of him to flip into the car.

But there was a series of gunfire on the road!

When Buck heard the sound of glass exploding in the pickup truck, it was clearly Natasha's driver's seat and his soul was scattered!

So it is really not scientific to say that a couple fights on the battlefield together. Beyond the feelings between everyone, it will make people lose their calm judgment!

Buck squatted down and looked inside. Natasha's big eyes, who were originally focused on driving, were also panicked and looked at him. Buck's heart, which had already jumped to his throat, fell back. The more violent gunfire hit a string. Lyme on the off-road vehicle behind leaned over and shot, and a gunman fell down at the corner of the roadside!

This is the most annoying thing about urban combat. Every corner and every window may become the starting point of attack!

The street battles in Grozny in Chechnya, the street battles in the Iraq War, and the most famous Stalingrad defense battle in World War II all made armored vehicles difficult, let alone these civilian vehicles.

But Buck couldn't think so much, Andris, who was still laughing just now, suddenly fell down!

This is war!

Cruel to the enemy and even more cruel to your own people!

Buck immediately gave up his plan to climb the door carefully, jumped onto the roof of the car. Even though he was inertia, he lay on the roof of the pickup truck and stretched his head to the back compartment: "Mikhail! This bastard..." But he saw Andris smiling at him with a pale face!

There was blood underneath him!

The big man who had been silent and carrying the wooden stake for Andris was holding the huge Andris and turned over. Several blood holes were gushing from his thigh to his waist!

The moment this show-off guy stood in the trunk, he got a string of bullets!

But if he didn't stand there, the bullet might have broken the glass behind the carriage and hit Natasha or Buck!

Buck had no time to sigh at his fate, and rolled and crawled from the roof of the car into the cargo compartment. Mikhail had skillfully lying Andris and hugged him on his thigh, making the injured man's head and chest slightly lower. This is also an experienced hope to minimize blood loss and make the shot at the highest point. At this time, the human body is like a blood bag, hoping that the bleeding part can leak less at a high place, and perhaps it can save the life of the stupid big man.

Even so Andris tried hard to turn his head and show off to Buck wearing rubber gloves: "I just... deliberately stood behind Natasha to help her block the danger. Can you do it? You... will do it forever in the future!"

Buck pressed his wife's love show with expressionless expression, grabbed a large handful of bandages from the first aid kit in the back with his other hand and bit it into the mouth, stuffed it into the holes of the gun bullets one by one, and stabbed it in with his fingers to fix it!

The kind of pain that I could imagine, Andris didn't frown: "Did you hear me, treat Natasha well..."

Buck skillfully judged the condition of each hole. Only the fourth gunshot wound endangered the artery blood vessels. He only pointed his finger at Mikhail next to him. The giant man who looked stupid and could only hold a big wooden stake pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist and handed it on. It was very professional ethics of a nurse but not that enchanting. Buck finally spit out the last morphine needle in his mouth: "Guarding her mission, you can still do it alive! Let's see!" After a sharp needle was stabbed like a stab. Andris, who thought he was going to die, finally thrust his face: "You did it on purpose!"

Buck grabbed the dagger and started cutting the meat! He was very impatient: "Let him shut up!"

Mikhail laughed and picked up the cigarette box in the blood pool of the cargo compartment and took out three cigarettes to light it. He stuffed it into the mouth of the two of them, and took a long sip of it with satisfaction. As a result, he scattered the ashes onto the bloody wound and hurriedly tried to scatter!

Buck, who broke through the thick layer of muscle fat, cursed how thick these big men were, and buried his head in the artery blood vessels to stop bleeding, cursing: "Just mess around, hand over the walkie-talkie!" As a result, the ash he was holding was also scattered on the wound, too lazy to care about it. Anyway, the embers in the high temperature were not bacteria, but if Zhou Shanfu saw the little military doctor in the industry that he admired very much, he would definitely be so angry that his beard stood up!

The silly man smiled and turned around, but his legs were acting as a temporary operating table, so he could only twist his strong waist with difficulty, just as funny as a bear dancing. He picked up the same bloody walkie-talk phone and pressed it to Buck's mouth: "Look for the hospital, Andris has lost a lot of blood, Lehman, Nails, Alev, you are ready to give Andris a blood transfusion." If you can't find a source of blood, you can only find temporary supplements between your comrades. Buck is of course familiar with the blood types of each of these guys.

The walkie-talkie immediately started to quarrel: "Ah... mix the slutty guy who wants to bring my noble blood with the nail? Andris, you watch silent..."

"Why am I just being rude! This is your honor, you won't be cross-infected, Buck, I tell you that Alev is extremely corrupt during this period, and I suspect there is AIDS..."

Balayev volunteered: "I know there is a military hospital in the northeastern suburbs, and there should be a blood bank storage. I will lead the way!"

Barker explained: "If there is no electricity, it cannot save blood. I just need blood transfer equipment... Let's go."

The wounded made a difficult request: "I want to lose Natasha's blood!" He was pale and was busy shaking his peacock feathers to show his love!

Buck finally clamped the artery blood vessels with a small plastic clip, skillfully cleaned up the leftover, and pushed the wounded into a pool of blood and lay down: "Listen all the blood back! Our Huaguo has a saying, "Eat whatever you eat!" He turned around and lifted his rifle while driving at high speed and rushed into the car window and fell to the passenger seat, took off the burned cigarette at the corner of Natasha's mouth and gentle buttocks: "Smoke less cigarettes..."

It was as if he suddenly changed from a violent lion to a docile little lamb. Natasha looked at the blood on his body and her voice was hoarse: "Are you okay?"

Buck nodded attentively: "Your suitor No. 2 was shot five times, but unfortunately he didn't hit the head and survived! What a disaster!" He always claimed to be the number one suitor.

Natasha, who was focused in front of her, was covered in the corner of her mouth and couldn't see it, but there was a smile on her eyes: "That's good!"

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Chapter completed!