On the edge of the withered jungle, the sound of firefights continued. The three Wei Ran people who were imprisoned by blood transfusions next to the wounded could only watch helplessly as Angus, who was not sure whether he was a friend or not, was busy with his work outside the trench.

Own job.

Under the cover of fire from Platoon Leader Wild Boar George and others, Angus hid behind a large tree that had died due to defoliant, and quickly bandaged the wound of a white wounded man hiding there.

"Cover!" Angus shouted towards Platoon Leader George and others who were hiding in the trench, and waved at the same time.

After receiving the signal, Platoon Leader Wild Boar George immediately took the lead and started fire suppression. For a time, all kinds of light and heavy firepower also covered the jungle.

Seeing the opportunity, Angus picked up the wounded man and ran towards the trench at the risk of his life.

However, just as the two of them were about to jump into the trench, Angus jumped forward and fell to the ground. The wounded man he was carrying on his shoulders also fell into the trench like a gourd.

"ah--!"

At the edge of the trench, Angus screamed as he fell. A cloud of blood mist also burst out from his thigh!

"cover me!"

Before Platoon Commander Wild Boar George finished speaking, he had already climbed out of the trench, grabbed Angus's strap, and dragged him into the trench.

Almost immediately, the roar of helicopters came from far to near, and another group of Huey helicopters flew over from a distance. After a round of fire suppression on the surrounding area, they landed on the landing field marked with flares.

Soon, the three guardsmen, as well as the three wounded T team members who were connected to the three of them with blood transfusions, and Angus, who had only been briefly tied to stop the bleeding, were all sent in by platoon sergeant Brad and several soldiers.

into one of the helicopters.

Without any communication at all, the three Weihan people, who had only been here for 20 minutes, flew into the sky on a helicopter as "plasma bags" and quickly left the battlefield.

"Where are we going?"

Angus asked, shouting, while inserting a stick of morphine into his thigh.

"Of course Da Nang," Platoon Sergeant Brad lit up a cigarette and puffed out the smoke.

"Don't you have to stay and help Captain George?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already unplugged the blood transfusion tube connected to his arm. The blood transfusion tube looked like it was transfusing blood, but in fact, when Angus inserted the needle, he only inserted it into the blood vessel at first.

When it was fixed later, the needle had already passed through the blood vessel.

In other words, except for the little blood held in the blood transfusion tube, his blood did not flow into the wounded person's body at all. And he believed that this was definitely not Angus' "hand tide", and 99% of it was intentional.

!

"Victor, you..."

"Help you, or you will die."

Wei Ran didn't wait for Angus to finish, and while explaining, he moved to his side, reached out and took off the medical bag from his waist.

"you..."

"I used to be a medic at Camp Seabees."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already taken out a pair of scissors, asked Angus to lie down on the cabin floor, and skillfully cut open the pants around the wound. After some preparation, he began to suture and bandage.

"If I had known earlier that you were a medic, I should have left you on the front line to help." In the cabin, Brad said loudly, half seriously, half jokingly.

"That's why I started bandaging him now."

While Wei Ran was busy, he also asked in a joking manner, "Platoon Sergeant Brad, why don't you stay on the front line to help?"

"I want to escort you back," Brad replied matter-of-factly. "This was specially arranged by Platoon Leader George. He was worried about an accident on the way back."

“Platoon Commander George is so considerate”

Wei Ran pretended not to notice Angus secretly tapping his calf with his fingers, and helped him take care of the wound. Then he returned to where he was just sitting, and asked Zach to help him take it.

He then inserted the blood transfusion needle that was stuck into the blood vessel, and then used the action of fixing the needle to puncture the blood vessel.

"Were you really a medical soldier before?" Angus glanced at the blood transfusion tube on Wei Ran's arm and asked curiously.

"Of course" Wei Ran said nonchalantly about the blood transfusion tube wrapped with tape on his arm.

"Since you were once a medical soldier, I'll give this to you."

Angus said, unhooking the medical bag hanging on the other side of his waist and handing it to Wei Ran, "I'm afraid I'll have to stay in the hospital for a few months. I hope you don't need this medical bag."

"I accept this gift from you"

Wei Ran said, reaching out to take the medical bag handed over by the other party. As if he still didn't notice the other party's fingers poking his calf, he hung it on his pistol belt and secretly looked at the helicopter.

.

In addition to the positive and negative pilots, five wounded including Angus, and three bodyguards, there were four "stretcher bearers" led by Brad and two machine gunners guarding the hatch.

He casually glanced at the Swedish K submachine gun with a folding stock in Brad's hand, and then looked at the other four stretcher bearers.

The weapons of these stretcher bearers are also mainly submachine guns. In addition to the M16 carried on his shoulders, one of them even has a K50 submachine gun with a telescopic steel stock that is more difficult for guerrillas to use!

To suffer...

When Wei Ran looked away, his heart began to sink. These people were not so much worried about accidents on their way as they were planning to cause accidents for them on the way!

Wu Ran glanced at Angus who seemed to be winking at him. Wei Ran was about to give a response when Li Youfu reached for his backpack rack.

"do not move!"

Before Li Youfu could reach the backpack rack, Brad picked up his submachine gun and pointed it at the three of them!

Immediately afterwards, the four stretcher bearers sitting around him also raised their respective submachine guns!

"Mr. Brad, I just want to get some film from my bag."

Li Youfu slowly let go of his backpack frame and the French submachine gun fixed on the backpack frame, "I am not an enemy."

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Brad flicked the cigarette butt away, patted the driver's shoulder, and kept saying, "I have asked Angus to go to you more than once to ask for those photo negatives. You are so disappointed."

"Stop kidding Brad"

Zach said angrily, "Are you planning to kill us just for some photos taken while playing with women?"

"of course not"

Brad waved, and one of the stretcher-bearing soldiers came over and roughly took off the backpacks on Wei Ran and Zach's backs, and then pulled Li Youfu's backpack frame over.

"Brad, tell your people to put down their guns."

Zach, who raised his hands, let the stretcher bearer search him and said helplessly, "The film is yours, how about letting us go?"

"Of course, of course we will let you go."

Brad said, having already opened Zach's butt bag, took out the interview notebook, opened it and looked at it, then raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You are actually planning to do a positive report on Team T ?Even the press release has been written?"

"I'm even planning to invite the Saigon press group to come to the Cowshed Camp for a joint interview."

Zach simply put down his raised hands and said angrily, "But your attitude towards your friends makes me have to reconsider this matter!"

"Mr. Zack, it's better to raise your hands again."

Brad closed the interview note and stuffed it into his pocket, "I will help you send this press release back to CBS. Of course, I will also help you select the photos taken."

"So you're still going to kill us?" Zach asked with a frown.

"It depends on how you plan to cooperate with us."

Brad patted the notebook in his pocket and said, "Okay, where are those negatives?"

"In that backpack"

Zach raised his chin towards Li Youfu's backpack rack, "Troyer, where did you put those negatives?"

"In the waterproof rubber bag at the bottom of the upper backpack." Li Youfu quickly answered with his hands raised.

"For your cooperation, I will let you go."

As Brad spoke, he had already opened the upper backpack of Li Youfu's backpack. After rummaging for a while, he took out an orange-yellow rubber waterproof bag.

After opening the bag and looking at the film seal tube and film box inside, Brad whistled happily, "Where are those photo negatives that were taken when we first interviewed us? Where did they go?"

"We didn't bring those with us," Li Youfu replied, "they are all in the wooden houses in the cowshed camp."

"You should have cooperated like this earlier."

Brad shook the sealed film tube in his hand, "I will temporarily put you in the camp of the stickmen later, and when I go back, I will make sure that these films are indeed yours..."

"Brad, can you answer me a question?" Zach interrupted Brad loudly before he could finish speaking.

"What's the problem?" Brad threw the film seal in his hand back into the rubber waterproof bag and asked nonchalantly.

"Just pictures of people with sticks killing harder monkeys"

Zach asked with a hint of ridicule, "I thought we were already friends, but I didn't expect you to point a gun at me for those yellow-skinned Asians."

"It's because we are friends that I have to get these things."

Brad patted the orange rubber waterproof bag beside his feet, "This will destroy the friendship between us."

"You're right about that," Zach snorted, "There are already cracks in our friendship."

"When we get to the camp of the Hambang people, I will apologize to you properly."
To be continued...