Special Years

Solemn heard right.

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At that moment, it was the sound of a mine exploding.

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A shocking news came from Yang Daxi's walkie-talkie - Minefield No. 13, something happened!

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"Come some people! Come with me!"

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Yang Daxi almost jumped up from the ground when he dropped the rice bowl.

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The vegetables and rice in the rice bowl were spilled all over the ground...

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Blind people know that the situation is serious.

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Zhuang Yan stood up without saying a word.

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Almost everyone stood up.

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"You don't need so many people, just come and help!" Yang Daxi looked back and saw that there were too many people.

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There is a mountain road, and many people make mistakes.

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"We are professionals, and we have received field ambulance training!" Zhuang Yan refused to leave.

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This is not an exaggeration.

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All the special forces have received simple field rescue training.

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Yang Daxi thought about it, the special forces have undergone very strict training, and their physical strength is definitely better than his own soldiers.

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

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He stretched out his hand a little, and pointed to Zhuang Yan, Su Huikai, Serenity, and Xu Xingguo of the hunter team.

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"follow me!"

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After clicking, he waved his hand, as if launching a charge.

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A life-saving charge.

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

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After running for about 700 meters, just as he went up the mountain, he saw a group of people on the rugged mountain road above him.

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The team was surrounded by a stretcher, and many people had blood on their bodies and faces...

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There was mud everywhere on the camouflage suit, and green sap stuck to it after the plants were crushed.

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Everyone looked very nervous and sad.

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"Let's take over!"

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Zhuang Yan and Su Huikai almost shouted in unison.

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The stretcher was lifted overhead and stretched out.

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A strong **** smell suddenly penetrated into the nostrils.

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Something dripped on the solemn face, a smear, a red.

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is blood……

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It's human blood...

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Zhuang Yan also didn't care who was on the stretcher, so he and Su Huikai grabbed the handle of the stretcher one by one and ran along the mountain road.

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

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It was only 800 meters from here to the temporary parking spot in front of the No. 12 minefield, which was a piece of cake for Zhuang Yan and his teammates.

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Along the way, Zhuang Yan ran ahead and didn't have time to look back at the situation.

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All he could smell was blood, and the hygienist kept shouting, "Don't sleep! Don't sleep! Wake up! We'll take you to the hospital soon!"

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Then someone shouted: "Big bug! You can't die! Don't sleep! Please don't sleep."

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That was the cry of the deminers.

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They are all trying to keep their comrades awake.

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Big bug?

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Maybe it's a nickname for each other on the demining team.

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It is solemn and clear that such constant shouting is to prevent those who have excessive blood loss from falling asleep.

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Life is sometimes a contest, a tug-of-war with death.

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I usually just take a breath. This breath is relieved and vented, and the person is gone...

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Finally, I saw the temporary parking lot. It was a mess of grass, and there was a dirt road not far away, leading to the county seat.

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

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More than fifty kilometers, this is a long distance.

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Carrying the wounded into the car, Han boasted running to the cab and shouted, "I'll drive!"

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Everyone was stunned.

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But there is no time to question.

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The car started quickly, and he sat solemnly on the floor of the carriage, with the wounded lying on the stretcher beside him.

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Only then did Zhuang Yan have time to look at the wounded called "Big Bug".

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

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Because the big insect's face was wrapped with a bandage, there was blood everywhere...

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

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The left leg has been blown off, revealing the bones.

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That's a bone...

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human bones...

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The most important thing is not the injury here.

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It was at the base of the thigh near the buttocks. There was a **** hole in the camouflage uniform, with blood dripping from it.

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

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During the battlefield ambulance training, soldiers have all received this kind of training, mainly in several important parts, which are easy to be penetrated and lead to heavy bleeding.

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One of them is here.

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The hygienist tried to stop the bleeding with a tourniquet, but it was impossible to wrap the tourniquet at the location of the wound.

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Another hygienist kept tearing the triangle bags again, tearing open the triangle bags one by one, shaking them open, and filling them in.

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The ground was covered with blood-stained cotton wool and bandages...

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The condition of the wound near the thigh was very bad. Zhuang Yan remembered the appearance of the **** bursting when he saw it on the embankment back then.

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Han's self-proclaimed car drives fast.

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Before that, no one knew that Han Zizhen could drive.

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

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

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That's how it feels.

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Every second counts.

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The smell of blood filled the trunk of the large Dongfeng 141.

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Zhuang Yan squatted aside, for the first time he saw so much blood flowing in front of him.

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He didn't know until now that while blood can have a visual impact on people, it will also impact your psychological defense unknowingly.

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The stench of blood can be so strong that people want to vomit...

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Why is the smell of blood scary?

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At this moment, solemnly felt deeply.

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Because that means life is passing.

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

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Zhuang Yan felt his hands trembling slightly.

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The old confused was lying on his lap back then, and the appearance of bleeding from his nose and mouth reappeared in front of him.

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Suddenly, the corners of his eyes became hot, and he couldn't hold back the tears, and they flowed out.

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Zhuang Yan quickly glanced his head aside, wiped it, took a deep breath, and suppressed all the surging emotions.

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He couldn't make people feel his grief.

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Grief, like the flu virus, is contagious.

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Time passed bit by bit.

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There was no trace of blood on "Big Bug"'s pale face, and his life was being lost little by little with the blood.

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hero?

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Those two words from last night are still in my ears.

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A name that sounds very loud.

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But, who ever thought about the sacrifice behind these two words?

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"what--"

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The hygienist who tore the triangular towel collapsed first~www.novelmt.com~ sat on the ground and burst into tears.

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"Li Bo! What are you doing!? Hurry up and stop the bleeding!"

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Li Bo, the first-class soldier's hygienist, was still clutching his head, howling frantically...

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"Li Bo! I order you to stop the bleeding immediately!"

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The hygienist who had been trying to tie the tourniquet was a corporal. With red eyes, he grabbed Li Bo and yelled at him as if he wanted to eat a man.

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Li Bo grabbed each other's hands, and shouted in a shrill and desperate voice, "Lao He... there is no more blood... there is no more blood..."

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He suddenly burst out again.

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"How the **** do you want me to stop!"

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His solemn eyes turned to the wound, the blood that was already surging did not spurt like before.

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only……

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Look at that face again, there is an eye exposed at the corner of the bandage, and there is no anger in it...

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Zhuang Yan's eyes were hot again, this time he couldn't hold it any longer, and the tears came out again.

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When I was writing this chapter, my mood couldn't calm down for a long time, so I finished writing...

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Long live peace!

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Long live a happy life!

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