"How?!"

Derek quickly crawled up to Trode's side and looked at the wound on his body, which was not particularly panicked as it was not fatal.

"Ha-a

Trode looked at his left hand in a rough fashion, and the area around his thumb and forefinger had turned red. More than pain, it was more of a tingling sensation, not just in the hand, but now it has spread to the entire left arm. Even if it's a general shaking, it's as if you've been hung up with an unknown amount of lead.

Since it was too difficult for Trod to move his arm, Derek cautiously crawled over and took a closer look at Trod's wounds.

"Sting!"

Derek tore a hole in his inner garment and made it into a small strip of cloth. He first rolled up a small ball, then gently wiped the blood off the wound.

"Woo!"

At this moment, the feeling that had been paralyzing just now was finally unable to suppress the pain anymore. The sharp stimulus directly made Trode can't help but scream loudly, and his body leaned back heavily, and the box received such an impact, and it also made a dull sound.

"Don't move!"

Derek grabbed Trode's hand with all his might, but even then, he couldn't control Trode's shaking. He could only wipe the blood off it as gently as possible to avoid touching the wound. Although it was only less than a minute, it seemed like a year had passed for the two of them.

The blood that was waiting to flow had almost been cleared, and the true face of the wound was finally revealed—the edge of the webbed space between the thumb and index finger had been broken, and the wound was only a little more than a centimeter away from Hegu, and if it were to be shifted a little further, I am afraid that some of Trode's fingers would be useless.

Derek was relieved to see this. changed to a smile and said: "Your kid has a big life, nothing should be done without hurting his muscles and bones, or this hand will be disabled." ”

"Well, that's lucky." Trode didn't look at the wound, but just looked into the distance and said, "Fortunately, it was my hand that went out first, and if it was a head, it would be unimaginable." ”

Just now. Trood was about to stand up, and he first reached to the side, intending to use it to borrow strength. However, as soon as his hand reached out of the box, he was shot by a gunshot. Because the hit part was too weak, the bullet directly carried the meat on it away, and Trode subconsciously retracted his hand due to the pain, this swinging arm threw out an unknown amount of blood, so that Derek saw the feast of blood and light just now.

"Bear with me!"

Derek said in a deep voice. Then he picked up another strip of cloth and wrapped it around Trode's wound. And because this position is so tricky, it is an impossible task to complete the bandaging without applying force to the wound. Moreover, Derek is not a professional medical soldier, and his level of knowledge of medical care is only at the level of learning from military academies.

Since the strip of cloth rubbed directly against the wound, although for the sake of Troud, Derek did not tighten it too tightly, but if it was too loose. There's no point in not stopping the bleeding. He had to make Troder endure the pain as much as he could, and Trode had to grit his teeth and persevere.

It also reminded him of his time in Tunisia. Himself and Vincent treated an infantryman at the time. When Vincent used tweezers to extract the warhead, the soldier's pain must have been far greater than his own, and he persevered in that situation, and there was no reason why he was not worse than him, thinking of this, he used all his strength. Gritting his teeth and tensing up, he insisted on waiting for Derek to finish bandaging himself.

"Whew"

Although it was not as painful as Trode's, Derek was not at all easy, on the one hand, he had to hold down Trode and not let him move. On the other hand, it is also necessary to dress the wound as carefully as possible. Compared to the physical fatigue, the mental pressure has made him as tired as if he had fought a whole day.

"Hey! I said okay, didn't you hear? ”

Looking at Trode, who was still closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Derek amplified the voice that was a little soft because of fatigue. This time, Trode finally heard what Derek said, and at this moment, all his strength seemed to be drained, and he collapsed to the ground weakly.

"You're alright."

Derek hurriedly picked up Trode and asked him softly.

"Just a little tired"

Compared to just now, Troud was visibly weaker. Derek also saw that Trode's face was already covered with beads of sweat, no, maybe even the word "wash face" might be appropriate. Thinking that in this cold and howling place, the remaining water on the skin would cause the body temperature to lose faster, Derek hurriedly wiped the sweat from Trode's face to the top of his neck with his sleeve. But Trode, as if he had endless sweat, wiped it out again and again, this happened more than once, and in the end, Derek didn't know how much time he spent on Trode's face before he completely wiped Trode's face dry.

Exhausted, he settled down, leaning on the box and began to wipe the sweat on his body. He turned his head to look at Trode, and saw that his eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing gradually stabilized, and Derek was really relieved.

I don't know how long it took for the two to finally be discovered by others. As both Trode and Derek were a little out of strength, the soldiers helped them into the hut on the side. The local commander also made it to the opposite of them, sighed, and told them that they had failed to catch the Soviets who had come to attack just now, and had lost five men.

Faced with this situation, Trode and Derek are not good at saying anything. Although it should be blamed for their failure to guard well, after all, five of them have been sacrificed, and although their own side has also been attacked, it is okay. So for these five people, they must also swallow those words in their stomachs.

Later, Derek asked if he had been attacked by the enemy before. Although the result was there, it was obviously not as sudden as this time, and the sacrifice was not so great. They didn't expect such a big thing to happen on the day Trod and Derek came. Although it doesn't seem to affect their next actions at the moment, it does cast a shadow over their minds (to be continued). )