Chapter 67 Final Profession

The helicopter that had emptied all the heavy machine gun bullets finally roared away, and Zhan Xiage and Zhao Haiping emerged from the hidden position in a dusty state. Zhan Xiage briefly examined Zhao Haiping's wound, and the blood flowed out of Zhao Haiping's thigh wound appeared a kind of brown-red color. Although Zhao Haiping used a strip of cloth to tie the wound to the wound, the blood still kept flowing out.

"You are lucky. The bullet just broke your vein and didn't even hurt your bones." Zhan Xiage let out a long breath. If this bullet really hit Zhao Haiping's major leg artery and cannot be treated in time, Zhao Haiping might have lost too much blood and died.

Zhan Xiage moved Zhao Haiping to a slightly flat place, and carried a stone twenty centimeters high, so that Zhao Haiping could put his right leg injured on the stone. The so-called vein refers to the blood vessels that need to pass when the blood in the body flows back to the heart vein. The pressure in these blood vessels is low, and the blood loss rate is slow after the injury. In view of the characteristics of the vein, Zhao Haiping was able to hold the injured thigh higher than the heart, which can help Zhao Haiping's blood flow back to the heart quickly, lower the blood pressure in the wound area, and thus reduce blood bleed.

Seeing that Zhao Haiping was a little confused, Zhan Xiage reached out and patted Zhao Haiping hard on the face twice, and whispered: "Listen, you should have lost more than 500 milliliters of blood. With your current physical condition, once you fall into a moderate shock state, it will be difficult for me to open your eyes again. In any case, you must not let yourself fall asleep!"

Zhao Haiping nodded fiercely. Zhan Xiage touched him for a long time, trying to find a slightly clean cloth, but after more than two months of hard fighting, his military uniform and underwear had never been washed. A sour smell that made people feel nauseated was smelt from twenty or thirty meters away. Sweat and blood soaked the clothes again and again. Now there was a layer of black and brown hard shell on it. As his apprentice, Zhao Haiping's clothes were definitely not much better.

"Zhao Haiping, now I want to treat your leg injury, there are two ways for you to choose."

Zhan Xiage stared at Zhao Haiping and said, "Your leg injury can no longer stop bleeding by using ordinary pressing methods. You can choose to let me use burning methods or stop bleeding to help you heal your injuries."

"Tie the tourniquet to prevent blood circulation in the thigh part of your shot and damage the tissue of your thigh. If it is tied for too long, it may accelerate the necrosis of your thigh tissue. In severe cases, gangrene may occur, causing your entire thigh to be disabled!"

Hearing this, Zhao Haiping shook his head repeatedly. He looked at Zhan Xiage with hopeful eyes and asked, "What about burning methods?"

"The method of burning is to burn your wound directly with fire and seal it forcibly. This may seem like a one-time and for all, but if your wound breaks again, I have to use tourniquet to help you stop bleeding. At that time, if you want to save your life, you must give up one leg. And..." Speaking of this, Zhan Xiage hesitated for a moment, saying: "Now your body's ability and vitality have reached the limit. If you can't bear the pain and dizzy when you receive burning treatment, we lack the necessary medical equipment, and don't even have enough fresh water, the chance of you opening your eyes again will not be more than 40%.

Zhao Haiping stroked his almost numb thigh, asking, "Master, what you mean is that if I use hemostasis to treat the wound, I can survive and I can save my thighs, but my thighs will definitely lose a certain ability due to the long-term lack of blood circulation; and if I choose the cauterization method, I may die on the spot, maybe lose my thighs due to the rupture of the wound, or maybe I will return to China with a pair of intact legs?!"

"Yes, so I want you to choose."

"Do I still need a choice?" Zhao Haiping whispered: "In the past, I would choose to save my life. Anyway, I am already married, and I have a wife and an obedient daughter. Even if I have a little problem with my legs, it is nothing great. If I go home due to demobilization due to injury and good luck, I might be able to be assigned a good job. My wife and children are warm-up bed. This is my biggest wish. But now, I have met my master and I don't want to leave the army. I think I am a soldier as a proud soldier! If I can choose, I hope that the soldier will be the final profession of my Zhao Haiping in this life!"

"good!"

Zhan Xiage walked away silently. When he came back, he found his backpack that he and Zhao Haiping had thrown in the desert. Zhan Xiage twisted the kettle and used the fresh water inside to clean the wound on Zhao Haiping's leg little by little. Until he poured all the fresh water on Zhao Haiping's wound, he took out more than a dozen bullets from the magazine.

He twisted the bullet and poured all the gunpowder in the bullet on Zhao Haiping's wound until the gunpowder completely covered the wound. Zhan Xiage sent a branch to Zhao Haiping's mouth and whispered: "Hold on, don't faint!"

Zhao Haiping bit the branch in his mouth tightly and nodded vigorously. Zhan Xiage pulled out the bullet's bullet and stuffed as many dry moss found under the stone as possible into the bullet shell. He fired a shot at the opposite side, and the dry moss sprayed out of the gun chamber began to burn. Zhan Xiage carefully picked up a little flame with a branch and sent it to Zhao Haiping's thigh.

"Sheep..."

Large pieces of smoke rose from Zhao Haiping's thighs, and the smell of burnt flesh floated in the air. Zhao Haiping's eyes suddenly widened. With a crisp sound of "bang", the branches in Zhao Haiping's mouth were bitten off by him. Zhao Haiping's body suddenly stretched straight like a prawn thrown into a oil pan, and it actually bounced thirty or forty centimeters from the ground. While Zhan Xiage was crying in his heart, Zhao Haiping's body, which had been tense to the extreme, suddenly relaxed again, and his whole body, with his thigh that had successfully stopped bleeding, fell straight to the ground.

Zhan Xiage pounced on Zhao Haiping, and he reached out to grab Zhao Haiping's collar, and slapped him a few times on the face anyway, shouting: "Zhao Haiping, open your eyes! If you are my Zhan Xiage's apprentice, if you are still a man, open your eyes!"

“Um…”

Zhao Haiping really wanted to open his eyes, but he only felt that something was pressing on his eyelids. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of the clamping of darkness on him. A tempting voice whispered in his ear: "You are already very tired, why do you still insist so stupidly? Give up, give up, give up... You will find that lying in the dark is so comfortable, you will find that forgetting everything will make you so happy."

The voice was so tempting. Compared to it, the roar of Zhan Xia Ge sounded too harsh. Zhao Haiping murmured to himself: "I'm really tired. Master, I'm really tired. Please, just let me sleep for a while, even for a minute! I'm really tired!"

A warm and warm current surged into Zhao Haiping's mouth. The sweet smell made Zhao Haiping think of the smell of milk. He began to suck hard, and as he sucked, a trace of the simplest smile that seemed to a child get his beloved toy. As he sucked and sucked, he found that no matter how hard he used, he could not suck the sweet warm current again, Zhao Haiping arched his body dissatisfiedly and made a silent protest.

Zhan Xiage sat on the ground, holding Zhao Haiping tightly in his arms. He stared at his wrist, which was no longer oozing blood, raised the tiger-tooth fighting saber, and slashed his wrist again, and then he sent the new wound to Zhao Haiping's mouth. Zhao Haiping tasted fresh blood, and a happy smile appeared on his face again, and he continued to suck hard.

Zhan Xiage hugged Zhao Haiping and sat there quietly, allowing Zhao Haiping to suck his blood and his vitality little by little. As Zhao Haiping sucked hard, Zhan Xiage's face was pale, and sweat as big as beans slowly oozed out of his forehead, but there was a calm smile on his face that no one could understand.

Liu Wei may never understand in his life that Zhao Haiping is definitely not a so-called follower to Zhan Xiage. In Liu Wei's eyes, Zhan Xiage's behavior is even more foolish.

Zhan Xiage and Zhao Haiping fought for survival on the land of Russia. In the battles that never leave one after another, a kind of intimate connection than blood source has developed between them. Although they only met for a few short months, this is enough for men to taste the trust that can give their backs to each other with confidence and enjoy the friendship that breeds in iron and fire, even if it is only a short minute!

The two of them sat there quietly, as if they had been engraved into the eternity of history.
Chapter completed!