Munitions Empire Chapter 857 857 792 dead Great General

Chapter 857: 792 dead Great General Chapter 857: 792 dead Great General “Soone help! Quickly, soone help!” The adjutant, cradling the unconscious General Feng Kezhi, called out loudly, “The Great General is injured! Go get a doctor! Quickly!”

The room door behind him was once again kicked open by soone, the sound not at all like sothing Dahua military personnel would dare to do.

Startled, the adjutant quickly turned around to see a soldier dressed in gear he had never seen before. The soldier was equipped with complex tactical gear, with various pockets on the chest that made him look bulky, completely different from Dahua’s soldiers.

Even more frightening was that the charging soldier was wearing a mask with the jaw of a skull painted on it, that under the dimly lit room, looked like a ghost clad in military fatigues and a steel helt.

“Drop your weapon!” The intruder, holding a short-barreled assault rifle, pointed the dark barrel at the adjutant, not relaxing his vigilance in the slightest.

The adjutant knew his pistol had no bullets left; he had just fired his last round at the assailant who had burst in. His pistol magazine was empty.

Thus, he wisely threw his gun away and continued to shout with a sobbing voice, “Quick! He is the Great General Feng Kezhi! He’s been shot! Save him, please!”

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The soldier made way, and another soldier entered the room, both sweeping the room cautiously, left and right.

The third to enter was soone that looked like a squad leader. He lowered his assault rifle, circled the table, kicked away the exquisite pistol by Feng Kezhi’s hand to ensure safety, then knelt on one knee.

After examining the gunshot wound on Feng Kezhi, his expression was grave, “He has lost a lot of blood, the gunshot wound is severe.”

“Save him, he is General Feng Kezhi! A very important general! If you save him, he will certainly be useful,” the adjutant said, putting aside everything else, revealing the identity trying to persuade these unknown soldiers to save General Feng Kezhi’s life.

Although he didn’t know where these n were from, their actions upon entering the house showed they were not there to kill Feng Kezhi, so he had to grasp this last life-saving straw.

“dic! dic!” the squad leader looked up, calling out loudly toward the door, the two soldiers also joining the call, and soon a soldier with a large pack rushed into the room.

Unlike the other soldiers, his weapon was a dark submachine gun that had not been seen on the frontline, with a slimr magazine that could easily be distinguished from the Type 56 assault rifle.

This soldier, who ca in later than the others, was not equipped with a pistol, suggesting his weapon load had been greatly simplified.

He ran to Feng Kezhi’s side, knelt down on one knee, and imdiately reached out to touch the still-bleeding wound on Feng Kezhi’s abdon, “It didn’t hit the liver… very lucky…”

Fresh, crimson blood flowed over his fingertips, and this seemingly ordinary soldier behaved very calmly, as if he were accustod to life and death, probing inside Feng Kezhi’s wound without hesitation.

The sight turned the adjutant’s face deathly pale as even he, who considered himself a tough man, had never witnessed such a grueso scene.

“The bullet didn’t go through, no exit wound at the back…” As if speaking to himself, the dic pulled out a special package of a tourniquet from the side pocket, “Help with this.”

He handed the tourniquet to the squad leader, then the hand that had been probing the wound retrieved an irregularly shaped bullet from Feng Kezhi’s abdominal cavity.

Handing the bullet to the stunned adjutant, the Tang Army dic instructed without looking up, “Keep it as a souvenir, you can show him when he wakes up… This is not a Type 56 bullet. Didn’t your guys shoot him? What’s going on?”

While talking, he took the gauze from the squad leader’s hands and pressed the ssy tourniquet onto Feng Kezhi’s wound with his bloodied hands, “The intestines might be perforated, there’s internal bleeding in the abdominal cavity, he needs to be treated imdiately…”

“Hold this down for .” He gave way for the squad leader to take over, and then began inspecting another gunshot wound on Feng Kezhi’s chest, “I need soone to help here!”

Hearing the call, a Tang Army soldier from the doorway imdiately ca over, crouching down to ask, “I’m here, what do you need to do?”

“I need you to bring a stretcher.” As he spoke, he used his blood-soaked hands to remove his backpack, from which he extracted so tal rods, assembling them with a camouflage cloth to miraculously form a stretcher, “He’s lost a lot of blood and needs imdiate treatnt, it’s already too late, this place won’t do, we have to move him.”

“Lift him onto the stretcher, if possible, get a vehicle… as quickly as possible, head to our field hospital… There’s plasma there, and the right tools.” As he spoke, he pulled out another tourniquet, covering Feng Kezhi’s chest wound.

“Quick! Go find a vehicle! Call headquarters! Say we’ve found General Feng Kezhi, he’s wounded! He needs dical attention!” the squad leader imdiately ordered.

The soldiers outside the door hurried off calling for more help, they had already taken control of the entire headquarters; the Dahua officers had surrendered.