Fortunately, Ji Yanxue also helped.

A military doctor probably saw that his leader was speechless by the regimental commander, and plucked up the courage to say: "However, it is equally dangerous for you to bandage the wounded in the sand pit, if the sand that keeps falling above is inhaled into the respiratory tract by the wounded who are short of breath and unconscious, it will also kill people." ”

"That's right, Chief Liu, your method doesn't seem to be very good." Ji Yanxue glanced at the young male military doctor she had recruited from Chengdu with appreciation, and then looked at Liu Lang defiantly.

Liu Lang's arrogance must be combated, at least, he must not admit that he is a stupid woman, Ji Yanxue is very stubborn at this time.

"Hehe, you are very thoughtful, indeed, my comrade-in-arms inadvertently inhaled a small sand stone, blocking his trachea, only thirty seconds, his face turned pale, if you don't get it out, in another minute, his brain will start to die due to lack of oxygen, and in another three minutes, even the gods will not be able to save him."

"And how did you save him?"

Obviously, Liu Lang's story has a sense of substitution, not to mention that Ji Yanxue forgot to entangle the stupid woman at this time, and even the special forces began to listen attentively with their ears pricked up.

"How to save it? It's very simple, cut the trachea, use the saber in your hand, make an opening in his trachea, and let fresh air in. In order to ensure that the wound was always open and the air flowed in and out, I had to sacrifice my beloved fountain pen by cutting off the base of the pen sleeve and making a tube that was stuck all the way around his neck. I have to say, even on a battlefield full of martial arts, the pen of a cultural person will play a big role, don't you say? ”

Standing on the training ground, as long as it was a military doctor who knew first-aid skills on the battlefield, or a special forces soldier who already knew a little bit about human physiology, they all gasped and looked at Liu Lang like a monster.

To be able to make such a surgical decision with a lethality rate of up to 95% in such a short period of time, the Bull Demon King is really a dick. A saber that has not been sterilized, a pen holder that is even more impossible to sterilize, or a more fragile trachea in the fragile neck of the human body, any one of them is enough to kill a person. As for the flaunting of what kind of cultural person is behind the Bull Demon King, it is automatically ignored by everyone.

"However, it will make his wounds infected, and the fatality rate of wound infections above the chest is almost 100 percent." The young male medic retorted with a blushing face.

"However, only the living have the opportunity to enjoy the infection." Liu Lang said coldly.

Everyone was speechless, and what they said made sense!

Ji Yanxue's face turned red, glared at the young male military doctor, and ordered: "The field hospital belongs to the team." ”

After speaking, he took the lead out of the training ground with his head held high.

The two teams of soldiers in charge of shooting also hurriedly carried their heavy machine guns and slipped behind. Don't slip away at this time, and wait for a while for the special brigade to come to them to compete with them, it will be unbearable, and the brothers of the infantry battalion have been ravaged by them some time ago.

Only the special forces saw that after Major Ji left the training ground in a huff, the fat man quietly wiped a cold sweat, maybe it was also very laborious to make up the story just now!

"If you want to laugh, laugh! Lao Tzu is for you, but even Major Ji, who is in charge of the hospital, is offended, and you will treat Lao Tzu if you are injured in the future? Liu Lang glared at the special forces who were tugging at the corners of his mouth, and then the corners of his mouth cracked: "I announce, you have passed the assessment, and the training is over." ”

There was silence.

The special forces were in a daze, they couldn't believe that the Bull Demon King would let himself go so easily, which was not in line with his character.

Looking at the sixteen special forces who stood neatly and looked at each other in disbelief but couldn't believe it, a smile crossed the corner of Liu Lang's mouth: "From now on, you are no longer my students, I am not your instructor, you are all my comrades-in-arms." ”

Speaking of this, Liu Lang paused and raised his voice again: "Comrades-in-arms, welcome you again, become a member of the special brigade of the independent regiment, let us witness the glory of our special brigade with the head of a devil." ”

At this moment, the special forces finally believed that the fat man was no longer fooling them, and there was a cheer, and they threw their cotton military caps into the air to vent their joy.

"Long live the sir"

"Haha, Lao Tzu finally succeeded."

"Woo, Bull Demon King, you've finally said something."

Liu Lang。。。。。。

Is there still a Supreme Treasure and a Zixia Fairy? If anything, a certain demon king feels sorry for using the Moonlight Treasure Box of the Supreme Treasure. I'm sorry, but now the Bull Demon King is the protagonist, and the Zixia Fairy is mine.

It wasn't until they saw Liu Lang take out a stack of armbands that the special forces stopped venting their happiness.

The armband, which was dark green throughout, was made of the strongest canvas, and embroidered with red silk thread a cluster of flames, blood-red flames, which all the nurses of the field hospital had spent three days embroidering.

For the girls of this era, not many people have completely abandoned the traditional craft of embroidery.

Ling Hong and Xiao Fenghua, the two squadron leaders, each stood at the head of their own queue, for these two old brothers who had been with him for a long time, Liu Lang did not speak, but personally pinned the armband on the shoulders of the two of them, and solemnly gave a military salute.

The same thing that answered him was a silent military salute and tears of excitement from the two of them.

Lu Shandong, who was almost beaten into blood by empty bullets in training, was taken the initiative by the soldiers to rank first, since this ordinary Shandong man did not hesitate to press the green smoke grenade under him, the soldiers who never admit defeat thought that Lu Shandong should be ranked first in this final assessment, and the glory of the first to accept the armband of the fat regiment should belong to him.

"Sir, you're a skunk!" When Lu Shandong faced Liu Lang, he still stubbornly emphasized this fact.

He was especially afraid that Liu Lang would say that he was dead and had been eliminated as he shouted in training, which was really a demon for Lu Shandong.

"Lu Shandong, you're right, it's a stink bomb. You're great, really great, much better than I thought it would be, and if it were a hundred out of 100, I'd give you a 120 for today's performance. Liu Lang pinned the armband to Lu Shandong's shoulder.

Liu Lang was smiling on his face, but there was a rare trace of moisture in his eyes, for this lovely warrior.

Not everyone has the courage to crush a grenade under them, especially if it doesn't explode, no one knows it's just a training bomb.

"Sir, I will definitely do a good job and will not embarrass you." Lu Shandong's eyes flashed with incomparable surprise, grinning happily, and giving a military salute to Liu Lang with tears of excitement.

Liu Lang walked past Shi Datou, walked past Chen Yunfa, walked past Mo Xiaomei, and every special soldier, he personally pinned his armband, just like his instructor back then.

For they are his soldiers.

They are about to use their lives to abide by their responsibilities in the chaos of war.

They deserve such glory.