Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 741 War-torn Land
"Gold mine?"

Jiang Feng, who had just come over with the first aid kit, immediately had a golden light flash in his eyes.

"You really want to give it to me?"

Song Heping sneered, "Do you think giving me a gold mine would be helpful if you have arterial bleeding? You'd better burn more paper for the King of Hell, maybe it would be more effective."

It’s not that Song Heping looks down on the gold mine.

I just think Hou Xing is really funny.

Money can sometimes save lives.

But sometimes it can't.

If the stray bullet had hit the leg artery instead of an ordinary blood vessel, even if Hou Xing gave him a diamond mine, he would be powerless to save the situation.

Hou Xing actually has a typical nouveau riche mentality.

money.

Give me money!

As long as you pay money, you can get things done.

But in places like Africa, bullets don't trust money.

Here, bullets are used to rob money.

After carefully observing the amount of bleeding, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Boss Hou, we have a deal. If I save you this time, your gold mine will belong to me."

"Okay...anything is fine..."

Hou Xing now agrees to everything.

Money is money when you are healthy.

When you are dying, you are just waste paper.

Money is valuable only if it can save lives. Otherwise, it is not as useful as the paper money burned in the Bank of China during the Qingming Festival.

"My gold mine can produce about two kilograms of gold a day..."

Song Heping took out a tourniquet from the first aid kit, put it on Hou Xing's thigh, and pulled it hard.

"what--"

Boss Hou screamed again.

"Forget about your gold mine. You're still bleeding heavily. Are you feeling a little cold?"

"Yes, some..."

Hou Xing asked in panic, "Is he going to die?"

Song Heping said, "You need to find a doctor to sew you up. If you don't do it in time, this tourniquet won't last long. You need to release it every once in a while, otherwise your leg will become necrotic, and then you'll have to—"

Song Heping made a chopping gesture.

"Amputation, understand?"

“Brother, brother of peace…”

Hearing this, Hou Xing was indeed panicked.

"I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, a three-year-old child below me, a young child and a tender wife. I cannot die..."

Jiang Feng couldn't help but interrupt, "You're almost fifty, and your child is only three years old? Your wife is still young?"

This statement really hit the nail on the head.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Ah Guan explained on the side: "Second marriage... Second marriage..."

Song Heping didn't want to continue this boring topic, so he asked the guide beside him, "Is there a hospital nearby?"

"Where is the hospital in this kind of place?"

The guide spread his hands helplessly and said, "This area is close to the line of fire. The UN does have a hospital a hundred kilometers away, but going there will take a lot of time..."

"Then don't go."

I am still on the UN's list of KB members. Wouldn't it be a trap if I went there?

"Aside from the UN, is there no other place?"

"like……"

The guide scratched his head and thought for a long time.

"Have!"

His eyes lit up.

"I remember there's a church nearby. They say there was a female doctor there who came with the missionaries. She's in Koma Village."

"Koma Village? How far is it?" Song Heping asked.

The black guide thought for a moment and said, "More than 20 kilometers, not far."

"Let's go there." Song Heping said to Antonov without hesitation: "Help him up, let's go to Koma Village."

He turned to Jiang Feng and said, "Notify Ferrari and the others immediately and have them rush to Koma Village to reunite with us. The original plan to reunite in Ethiopia has changed. Oh, and have them bring more weapons and ammunition. It's not peaceful here."

"it is good."

Jiang Feng immediately walked aside, took out a satellite phone and started contacting Ferrari.

Originally, everyone planned to meet in Ethiopia and then go to Somalia together.

After all, Song Heping has too few people around him now.

At present, all the company's armed forces have been withdrawn to South America, and some of the Irigo mercenaries are in Persia.

It can be said that this is the first strategic contraction of Musician Defense in the few years since its establishment, as its business has been expanding year by year in the past.

Since the company got involved with the CIA, its business has been severely hit and it has been forced to shrink and adopt a defensive posture.

Everyone worked together to lift Hou Xing into the car, laid the last row of seats flat as a temporary bed for the wailing boss to lie on, and drove towards Kema Village under the guidance of the guide.

The roads in the war zone are no longer roads at all.

It can only be said to be a road.

There were craters and mud everywhere, and corpses could occasionally be seen on the roadside.

The jeep bumped along the gravel road riddled with bullet holes, and Song Heping's knuckles turned white from gripping the car window.

Hou Xing was moaning intermittently in the back seat. The smell of blood mixed with the musty smell unique to the rainy season, condensing into a sticky entity in the car.

"Turn left! Avoid the checkpoint!" The local guide in the passenger seat suddenly growled.

The wheels spun sharply, kicking up red dirt. Song Heping's face hit the car window. As his vision swayed, a charred earth wall came towards him.

It used to be a school. A half-broken plaque with the school name was still hanging on the door frame with peeling paint. The two rows of mud-house classrooms now looked like a corpse with its belly cut open, revealing the crooked iron desks inside.

A faint crying sound was heard, and Song Heping saw half of a child's face flash through a window hole - there was a bloody hole where the left eye should be.

"It seems like a battle just happened here."

Seeing white smoke still coming out of the house on the roadside, Jiang Feng raised his gun vigilantly, ready to shoot at any time.

"Should we stop and take a look at the situation before moving on?"

Noura's brow has never relaxed. Since entering the war zone between North and South Sudan, the scenes he has seen are even more cruel than what he saw in the Middle East.

At least someone in Zdong reported it.

And no one here cares at all.

Massacres could happen every day.

The battle continues every day.

The lives of innocent people are worthless.

If you die, you die. No one knows, no one cares, no one pays attention.

In this hellish country, death may not be painful, but a relief.

“Can’t stop.”

Upon hearing this, the guide immediately stopped them.

"Stopping here is courting death!"

His voice was slightly trembling.

If Song Heping hadn't offered him so much, he would never have taken the job.

The jeep's tires rolled over scattered exercise books, where someone in childish handwriting was practicing "2+2=4". The seeping blue ink was penetrated by the bullet holes, forming a strange equal sign.

The road ahead broke into craters and they had to go around into the village.

Empty oil drums rolled and clanged in the heat wave, and Song Heping saw the swollen feet of a pregnant woman - the owner of those feet was leaning against the collapsed well, her purple toenails dug deep into the soil.

Her swaddling clothes were unusually quiet, and half of her charred little hands were visible under the faded headscarf.

Flies danced on the baby's curled eyelashes, while the mother's dry breast still clung stubbornly to the dead baby's lips.

Song Heping could do nothing.

He seemed numb to it all.

The real world is always so cruel.

After living in war-torn areas for these years, I have long understood what happiness is.

Only with stability can there be happiness.

He suddenly thought of his motherland.

That is the real paradise.

When the church spire finally appeared on the horizon, a drizzle suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Song Heping saw the village.

The church is located in the center of the village and is built with simple wood.

The cross stands at the top of the church and can be seen just by looking up.

In the drizzle, this was a pattern that Song Heping felt was very complicated and strange - Western colonialism had brought disaster to Africa. To this day, most of the wars on the African continent were caused by the disputes caused by the colonists who made racial divisions here for the sake of ease of management or who simply took a pen and cut borders on the map after leaving.

All the blood disasters originated from this.

But now, they are under the banner of maintaining peace, and even their church has sent priests here to preach and do humanitarian work.

This made Song Heping feel funny.

They are the ones who save people and they are also the ones who kill people.

When the jeep drove into the village, the women and children who saw the vehicle fled in panic.

In front of the church, as soon as the jeep stopped, the door was pushed open and an old white man with a scruffy white beard and a messy hair walked out, looking at these uninvited guests with vigilance.

As soon as Song Heping got off the car, the old man waved at them: "This is a church. No weapons are allowed in! There are no soldiers here, only women, children and the wounded."

Song Heping looked at the pious and kind old man and said with a smile, "We are not armed personnel. We are just businessmen heading to Ethiopia. My companion was robbed and injured. He urgently needs medical treatment. I heard that you have a doctor here, right?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this.

Then a blonde girl in a white coat appeared from the church door behind him.

"Where are the wounded? Let me see."

"it's here."

Song Heping pointed to the back seat of the car.

"He was shot in the thigh. I temporarily stopped the bleeding with a tourniquet, but he needs stitches and disinfection."

The blonde walked down the steps and over to the car.

Song Heping led her to the back seat and pointed at Mr. Hou, who was lying there with a pale face, and said, "That's him. He's injured in the thigh."

The blonde leaned down and began to examine the wound expertly.

Song Heping noticed that the girl's white coat was covered in blood...

This means that she was also treating the wounded before.

"The amount of bleeding doesn't seem to have hit the aorta. He can be saved, but..."

She came back to her senses and looked at Song Heping.

Song Heping also saw her blue-gray pupils.

Unlike Angel, this girl has a slightly Eastern European temperament and seems to have some Slavic ancestry.

"I need someone to help me with this operation because my assistant died. A rebel group came this morning while she was out gathering food outside the village and was unfortunately killed..."

"Okay, I've learned battlefield first aid, so I can help you out."

Song Heping said without hesitation.

"Then hurry up."

The girl waved her hand and said, "Carry him in!"

The area of ​​the church is actually very small. The hall has been completely vacated at this time. The tables and chairs have been pushed to the left side, and the right side is completely empty. The tables are used to form beds and operating tables.

As soon as he entered the church, Song Heping smelled a strong smell of disinfectant and blood. A row of more than ten simple beds were filled with injured villagers. Their hands and feet wrapped in white gauze were stained with blood. It was obvious that they had been injured not long ago, and the gauze was new.

"We have to hurry because I don't know when they'll be back."

The girl washed her hands and put on a new pair of gloves.

"them?"

"Yes, them."

"Which them?"

"The rebels came this morning, but were repelled by Danny. However, there were only about ten of them that morning. Danny said they would definitely come back for revenge and suggested that we evacuate immediately."

"Who's Danny?"

“The carpenter in our church.”

"Carpenter?"

Song Heping was stunned for a moment.

When did carpenters become so awesome that they could fight off a dozen rebels?
"Well, stop talking so much. Help me cut the gauze on his wound, and then..."

"What's your name, Doctor?"

"Maria."

The girl looked up at Song Heping, then lowered her head to continue treating the wound.

"Maria Polezhayeva."

"Russian?"

"So..."

"Among our companions is a fellow countryman of yours, his name is Antonov."

While helping, Song Heping chatted with Maria to prevent the atmosphere from being too depressing.

It stands to reason that when people from other places meet, they can become closer by talking to each other.

Maria didn't show any emotion after hearing this. Instead, she said calmly, "I have many fellow countrymen in Africa, but they all come here to rob people. I'm here to save people. I'm not the same as them..."

Song Heping: "..."

I thought to myself, this girl really has some personality!

(End of this chapter)