There was an unsettling, hot pain in his shoulder, and it convinced Chris that he had definitely been hit by a bullet.

The pain that pierced his heart made the expression on his face painful, and when he was pulled by his father Bacla's legs, he even screamed in pain.

It's not the pain of waiting for a nurse to give you a shot in the hospital, it's the bloody pain of tearing flesh and skin.

Chris was obviously tasting this pain for the first time, so he felt that he was not feeling good about himself.

When he entered the outskirts of Moscow, he saw the wounded by bullets and the bodies that had been killed.

Some gunshot wounds are absolutely fatal, and after being hit in the shoulder, you may not even be able to save your entire arm!

Now his mind was full of chaotic feelings, and all he thought about was how he was missing an arm—a mental sting that made him feel his wound even hotter.

"I was hit! I was hit! Shoulder! See how my shoulder is going? He shouted softly as he was being pulled.

Daddy Buck certainly knew he was hit because he saw Chris's bleeding shoulder.

"Don't move! Don't move! Let me see! Did you hit the bone! "Papa Buck had seen many wounded people, and he leaned over and saw Chris's bleeding shoulder.

Chris's disguised blouse was covered with strips of cloth and had a lot of blood on it, but it didn't look as much as it might seem.

If a bullet had been hit in a critical part, it would have been bleeding by now. However, looking at the blood stains on the camouflage suit, the wound was obviously not serious.

Daddy was relieved first, and it seemed that Chris's injuries were lighter than expected. Then he reached out and pulled away the blood-dripping strips of cloth and saw the combat uniform inside.

The epaulettes of the regular uniform were broken by the bullet, and the padding inside the shoulder was cut by the bullet like a knife.

However, in these places that have been stained with blood, there is not as much blood as imagined. When Daddy peeled off the clothes on his shoulders and saw the wound, he burst out laughing.

He had a smile on his face, then straightened up, kicked Chris, and said with a smile, "Get up!" The wound is not as bad as you think! ”

The bullet grazed Chris's shoulder, leaving an inch-long gap in it, bleeding a lot, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been.

Chris was gently kicked by his father, and when he heard his words, he had the courage to look at the wound on his shoulder.

As a result, when he looked at it like this, he relaxed himself - it was just a wound, and it didn't penetrate the wound, and it didn't hit the important position, which was definitely lucky.

He got up from the ground, the pain in his shoulder still there, but not as intense as it had been.

"I'll cover you guys and bandage the bayonet!" Ciric picked up his assault rifle and said to Daddy Buck.

His arm was still wounded, but he didn't have to venture out with an assault rifle. He reached out the muzzle of his weapon in the direction of four o'clock and pulled the trigger.

"Suddenly! Suddenly! "The STG-44 assault rifle fired a barrage of bullets – not accurate at all, but it looked bluffing.

While Daddy was fiddling with his bandages, Chris had already taken off his camouflage suit, which was a large cloak that was very easy to take off.

Then, enduring the pain, he took off his regular uniform, bared his shoulders and waited for Daddy Buck to get the bandages ready.

Daddy tore open his medical kit, pulled out the bandages inside, as well as some powdered drugs for pain relief and disinfection, and began to help Chris bandage without treating the wound.

Because the bullet is a penetrating wound, so there is no need to worry about the bullet staying in the body, Dad helped Chris wrap the bandage hard, and the painful Chris snorted several times.

Once the wound was bandaged, Chris seemed to get used to the pain, and he put on his shirt and threw his camouflage suit aside.

It was something that could be discarded at any time, and even when supplies were at its worst in Germany, there was a sufficient supply of clothing, so there was no need to save at all.

Camouflage clothing is not an expensive luxury, it is completely made of leftovers, and the quilt production factory saves production costs, and the asking price is even lower to breathtaking.

"I'm fine!" After experimenting with moving his arm twice, it was found that there was nothing more serious about his shoulder than the pain in the wound.

The pain of the flesh was tolerable, and as long as it didn't affect the movement, Chris didn't feel that there was much of a problem.

He can keep fighting, at least for now. In some ways, Ciric's injuries were worse than his.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "Ciric had already used up the second magazine with a short burst of fire by this time.

"Click!" He pulled out his magazine and stuffed it back into the magazine bag hanging from his ribs. Then a new magazine was taken out of it and inserted into its own STG-44 assault rifle.

"Save ammo!" Daddy Buck reminded Ciric, then motioned for him to retreat to the back door and guard their back road.

Immediately afterward, Chris took the periscope from his father's hand, and then carefully observed the position of four o'clock.

Although Ciric kept firing in that direction, the bullets scattered in a large area did not affect the opponent's movement.

If the other party doesn't know how to move his position after shooting, then he is just a rookie.

It's a pity that Chris doesn't believe that the other party is a rookie, he doesn't believe that a fool can hurt himself.

He cursoryly searched for his target, recalling in his mind the impressions he had just made of the ruins.

The enemy must have been in this position, because moving over a wide area at the risk of being hit by a stray bullet was obviously not a wise choice.

The person who fired must have moved, and he must not have moved far! This is a basic judgment, and there can be no mistakes.

With his eyes pressed on the eyepiece, Chris tried to find the figure of the other party with the periscope, but the scenery around him was no different from his memory.

The Soviet sniper who fired the shot is gone! It was as if he had never been here, and he disappeared into thin air.

This doesn't make sense! Confused in his head, Chris seemed to feel that his shoulder hurt even more......

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