bullyxtreme Chapter 407 Injured Revenge
Chapter 407 Injured Revenge
Just when Ding Mo and Li Qun were wondering about the location of the shooter and could not find any clues, Zhang Yunhe was driving away from the scene.
At this time, he felt a sharp pain in his left ribs, which became more and more intense.
He looked down and saw a hole in his clothes on the left side of his ribs. The fabric around the hole was stained red with sticky blood.
"Shit!" He couldn't help but curse inwardly when he saw that he was actually shot and injured.
He endured the pain and drove the car to the side of the street and slowly stopped. He locked the windows, pulled up the curtains, and then began to check the gunshot wound on his body.
He carefully took off his bloody coat and vest, and the white shirt fabric between his waist and ribs was stained red.
As he slowly and carefully took off his clothes, he recalled how he was injured.
The scenes of memory passed through his mind quickly like a fast-forwarded movie, and soon one scene stopped. It was the scene when he lost control of the car and crashed into the wall of a house on the street, and the surrounding agents all fired at the car. It was probably at that time that a bullet penetrated the car body and hit his left rib.
"Damn, that proves the saying, 'If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet.'"
Zhang Yunhe couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He took off his bloody shirt and began to check the wound. He felt that the injury should not be very serious, otherwise he would not be so energetic.
Taking out a medical kit from the backpack space, he opened the medical kit, took out a pair of tweezers, gritted his teeth and inserted the tweezers into the wound to explore.
A "ding" sound of metal collision was heard. Judging from the feel and sound, the bullet head did not enter the abdominal cavity, but was stuck on a rib.
Yes, the spies were holding pistols, and the power of pistol bullets was limited. It was a surprise that they could penetrate the car body. After penetrating the car body, most of the energy had probably been consumed.
Zhang Yunhe was greatly relieved when he learned about the severity of the injury. It was just a minor injury so he didn't need to go to the hospital and could handle it himself.
First, take out the disinfectant and medical cotton balls to disinfect the wound and the surrounding large area of skin.
After disinfecting, he took out a towel, folded it and stuffed it into his mouth. He also prepared sterile gauze and the Iron Blood Warrior's healing solution and put them aside for use.
He picked up the tweezers and explored the wound carefully. After some operation, he was in so much pain that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Heavy, painful and rapid breathing came from the nose.
After repeated searches, he finally grasped the bullet with tweezers, pried it vigorously and shook it a few times to loosen the ammunition. Then he pulled it hard, and a bloody bullet fell into the plate with a ding-dong sound. He immediately threw away the tweezers, quickly picked up the Iron Blood Warrior's light blue healing medicine, and poured it on the wound.
The intense irritation and pain made him groan involuntarily, his eyes bulged and became bloodshot, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept dripping from his forehead.
Covering the wound coated with healing liquid with the gauze that had been prepared long ago, Zhang Yunhe lay on his back on the chair, took out the towel in his mouth, and gasped for breath.
"Damn it, fighting the Japanese is no fun. You have to be ready to lose your head at any time!"
This was the second time Zhang Yunhe was shot. Only today did he realize how difficult it was for those heroic predecessors who risked their lives to fight the enemy and walked on the edge of black and white to fight wits and courage with enemy spies.
Not to mention him, even if a real iron-blooded warrior with extremely rich combat experience came, he would have to avoid the sharp edge of a large number of spies. He might lose his life if he was not careful. After all, they are all flesh and blood. No matter how powerful their equipment is, they will still die if they are hit by bullets in the vital parts.
He had also considered driving the landing craft to the Japanese lair to kill them all, but the actual situation was not what he thought at all. The landing craft only had a continuous-fire energy gun as a self-defense weapon. It was only good enough to deal with a few Japanese fighter planes, but it would take a long time to recharge after the attack.
It is impossible to go to the Japanese's lair to show off your strength. The Japanese's weapons are not fire sticks. They produced a total of fighter planes, thousands of large and small ships, and countless weapons and ammunition during the entire war. Do you think you can disrupt their lair with just a landing craft with useless combat effectiveness and a set of Iron Blood Warrior equipment?
A few million little devils are not a million fat pigs!
The Clown Country had to mobilize all its national strength and rely on cutting off the Japanese's resource supply. It took several years to bring them down. In this way, the Clown Country finally won the war at a heavy cost.
Zhang Yunhe lay on the backrest of the cab and rested for a full quarter of an hour before he recovered and began to wrap the wound with long gauze.
Originally, he could have had a local anesthesia, but after his last injury, he had used anesthesia both during his own treatment and later when he went to the hospital to remove the bullet. However, after using the anesthesia, he clearly felt that the anesthesia had an inhibitory effect on his nerve response.
For a soldier like him who relies on his own strength to kill the enemy, using anesthetics is absolutely a taboo. If he can hold on, he will never use anesthetics, unless he is forced to do so and will die if he does not use it.
"Ding" the sound of a lighter igniting was heard, and Zhang Yunhe lit a cigarette with sweat all over his forehead.
After taking a few puffs, he put the cigarette in his mouth, wrapped up the bloody and tattered clothes he had taken off, and then took out a set of clothes from the backpack and put them on.
"Damn it! Number 76 made me suffer such a huge loss. I have to give them a big gift in return!"
The more Zhang Yunhe thought about it, the more upset he became. He was so angry that he couldn't get rid of the anger unless he retaliated.
He started the car, turned around and drove back in the direction he came from. When he passed a trash can, he threw his dirty clothes into it.
Driving back to the vicinity of No. 76, Zhang Yunhe drove the car into a small alley.
After parking the car, he turned on the three-dimensional holographic image to check the surrounding terrain and the distribution of houses and buildings.
"Huh? There's no one in this yard. It's almost deserted. It looks like no one has lived there for a long time. There are alleys and lanes crisscrossing around it, making it easy to evacuate!"
"This place is about 76 meters away from No. 700, right within the mortar's range. There are a lot of buildings around it, so it's relatively hidden. This is it!"
Zhang Yunhe made up his mind and immediately got out of the car and looked around. Seeing that the alley was empty and there were no residents around, he immediately put the car into the backpack space, took a run-up and jumped into the yard next to him.
The yard was paved with stone slabs, but the gaps between the slabs were filled with knee-deep weeds and a large amount of fallen leaves. The eaves and beams of the house were covered with spider webs, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on the ground near the door and the eaves.
Zhang Yunhe only took a cursory observation before taking out eight mortars from his backpack, lining them up one by one and setting them up, then debugging the firing parameters with the help of the three-dimensional virtual holographic image and the Iron Blood computer.
"Damn it, you're raiding me? You're ambushing me, huh? You've never suffered a big loss before, wait and see how I'm going to kill you sons of bitches this time!"
Zhang Yunhe cursed as he placed a shell next to each mortar. There were 32 mortar shells in total, with 4 next to each mortar.