Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 884 Bloodstained Breakthrough (2)

As soon as Song Heping jumped into the car, bullets rained down on the car door, clanging and clattering.

Even with his extensive experience in battle, Song Heping was still startled and broke out in a cold sweat at this moment.

Of all the battles I've fought, this one was the most frustrating and disadvantageous.

They were being completely dominated and didn't dare to lift their heads.

"The hunter is still in the car!"

Song Heping pushed open the car door again, waved to the hunter in the opposite car, and shouted, "Come here!"

After saying that, he raised his gun and opened fire on a nearby firing point, suppressing the enemy.

The hunter gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up, then suddenly leaped into the car door that Song Heping had opened.

It screamed as soon as it jumped over.

Song Heping quickly pulled him into the car, feeling a dampness in his hands.

Blood!

He knew it was blood without even looking.

There was no time to check the hunter's injuries.

"Are you OK?!"

"It's okay... I can still hold on!"

The hunter was already taking deep breaths as he answered.

This means he is using his breathing to suppress his pain.

"Are you all in the car?!"

Song Heping fired his gun while leaning against the car window and asked loudly.

"Get in the car!"

I don't know who shouted something in response from the car behind.

It is now impossible to count the number of people.

These two Ferraris are bulletproof, but they are badly damaged. The windshields are shattered into a spiderweb pattern, obstructing the view ahead.

"Withdraw!"

Song Heping had no choice but to make a decision immediately.

The Ferrari shifted gears and slammed on the gas.

The bulletproof jeep, modified with armor, suddenly swung its head and charged through the hail of bullets toward the breach in the camp wall.

bah—

Suddenly, Song Heping felt a warmth on his left shoulder.

A bullet hole appeared in the windshield.

A sniper rifle bullet pierced the already strained glass, entered the driver's cab, and tore a piece of flesh from Song Heping's shoulder.

They've been spotted by a sniper!
Song Heping was undoubtedly a key target of attention.

Ferrari jerked the steering wheel, and the car drifted through the hail of bullets.

Just then, another sniper bullet struck the vehicle, shattering the side window into pieces.

"Hold on tight!" Ferrari floored the accelerator, turned the Jeep around, and charged toward the gap in the wall once more.

Song Heping clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.

He spotted the sniper on the wall not far away.

Just as he had warned Ula before, the guy was wearing jungle camouflage that was completely out of place with the environment.

"Go to hell!"

Song Heping rested his gun on the car frame and began aiming at the other party.

The reflection from the sniper scope flashed by on the top of the wall.

The other side is also targeting me.

blah blah-

Song Heping fired the first shot.

A cloud of dust rose up beside the sniper.

He was clearly taken aback.

I never expected that Song Heping could shoot so accurately and so quickly even while injured and in a car!

Just that moment of distraction.

He had already begun to consider leaving and wanted to escape.

Just as he pulled back, Song Heping fired his second shot.

blah blah-

This time, he wasn't as lucky as before.

A 7.62mm bullet hit his forehead, blowing off most of his skull.

boom--

After taking down the sniper, the lead Ferrari had just broken through the gap when Song Heping suddenly heard a loud explosion behind him.

He immediately turned his gaze to the rearview mirror.

In the mirror image, the last vehicle in the convoy was blown up by an RPG rocket, lying upside down on the side of the road.

Several special operations platoon soldiers could be vaguely seen emerging from the thick smoke, swaying as if they were seriously injured. Before they could even stand up, they were riddled with bullets by government soldiers who had caught up with them, and they all fell to the ground, lifeless.

Gunshots were still ringing out sporadically.

In the end, because the convoy was going too fast, they could no longer hear anything.
The convoy quickly left the camp and headed west.

That was the front line in the fight against the rebel alliance.

It is also the area controlled by Lumar's troops.

Once he was sure it was safe, Song Heping noticed that his shoulder wound was still bleeding. He quickly tore open the first-aid kit and pressed it against his shoulder. Only then did he remember the hunter in the back seat.

"Hunter! How are you feeling, kid?!"

He turned around and saw the hunter lying across the back seat, his lips pale, weakly forcing a smile at him: "I won't die... Boss, I'm tough too..."

Ignoring his own injuries, Song Heping quickly climbed back from the passenger seat to the back seat, took out another first-aid kit, took out scissors, removed the hunter's tactical vest, and began searching for bleeding points all over his body.

The Jeep, riddled with bullet holes and seemingly falling apart, groaned painfully as it bumped along the road.

The hunter had stopped groaning and closed his eyes as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, which made Song Heping's temples throb.

"Wake up! Don't sleep! Hang in there!"

He roared as he ripped open the hunter's tactical vest, and the heavy smell of blood immediately filled the carriage.

When the camouflage uniform was cut open, Song Heping's breath caught in his throat for a moment—the bullet had torn a gruesome wound in the hunter's lower right abdomen, his intestines appearing and disappearing with each breath, and dark red blood gushing out like champagne being shaken.

That spot was just outside the protection zone of the bulletproof plate when a bullet grazed the plate, pierced the tactical vest, and entered the abdomen.

Ferrari glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Do you need to stop?"

"Keep going!"

Song Heping pressed his knee against the hunter's femoral artery and pulled out a cotton ball to apply to the wound.

The blood-soaked cotton ball quickly piled up into a small mountain in his palm. The hunter's pupils began to dilate, and his pale lips moved, uttering a breathy sound: "Cold."

cold?
Song Heping felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

The “Musician” defense team has come a long way and experienced so many battles. The core members have come so close to death. This is the first time Song Heping has seen this.

Feeling cold is a sign of hemorrhagic shock.

Song Heping tore off his armband and stuffed it between the hunter's teeth: "Bite down!"

He pulled out his tactical knife and cut open the hunter's belt, discovering a second gunshot wound—the bullet had entered from the lower back, leaving a bowl-sized exit wound above the iliac bone.

Fluid is constantly seeping out of the body, a fatal injury that could kill within twenty minutes.

"Stay calm...stay calm..."

Song Heping kept reminding himself to stay calm.

Then clamp the ruptured vein with hemostats.

The hunter suddenly arched his back, letting out an inhuman whimper, and scratched five bloody finger marks on the roof of the bulletproof car.

"Morphine!" Song Heping slammed his head against the back of the seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other, Ferrari reached into the medical kit in the passenger seat, pulled out a morphine syringe, and tossed it into the back seat.

Song Heping quickly removed the protective device from the morphine needle, exposing the needle tip, and comforted the hunter, saying, "Bear with it, it won't hurt for long!"

As the needle pierced the vein, the hunter's spasming muscles suddenly relaxed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Heping stuffed the entire roll of hemostatic gauze into his abdominal cavity.

This brutal operation, usually only used in field hospitals, caused the hunter to scream in agony once again.

"Ow—"

The scream made Song Heping feel as if something was gripping his heart, causing him great discomfort.

But he had to do it.

Battlefield first aid is completely different from surgery in a hospital.

Battlefield first aid is all about being fast, effective, and life-saving!

Surgeries performed in hospitals are often more delicate and require meticulous attention to detail.

As for whether it hurts or not, that's not something that battlefield first aid needs to consider.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping tore open the hunter's Liaoning port and reached out to place his hand on the location of his carotid artery.

The pulse coming from my fingertips was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

He tore open the last layer of the first aid kit, revealing three ampoules filled with a clear liquid that gleamed amber in the sunlight—a combination of cardiac stimulants issued to special forces, life-saving items he had prepared for each team member at a high price from the black market.

However, anything that works very quickly has side effects. The side effect of this cardiac stimulant is that if used improperly, the intense stimulation can cause a healthy person's heart to burst.

Song Heping looked out the car window at the desolate wilderness and knew he had no other choice.

Without hesitation, he cracked open the ampoule, drew out about 3 milliliters of the dose directly from it, and then, feeling the hunter's precordial region, plunged the needle in!

When the drug was halfway in, the hunter convulsed violently like a fish out of water.

"Sleep apnea!"

Song Heping bent down and pinched the hunter's nose, disregarding any taboos between men, and opened his mouth wide to inhale the gunpowder-scented breath into the other's lungs.

After five breaths, he clenched his fist and punched the hunter squarely in the center of his sternum.

"Ho-"

With a long sigh like a drowning person suddenly waking from a coma, the hunter coughed up bloody foam as his Adam's apple bobbed, and Song Heping took the opportunity to inject the remaining medicine.

Gradually, the hunter's breathing returned to normal, and his eyes were open, though his breathing was still somewhat rapid.

Song Heping checked the other person's pulse again.

This time, the pulse became stronger.

"Fuck..."

He plopped down on the floor in the back seat.

"We need to find a field hospital as soon as possible, otherwise the casualties will increase..."

Just as he was muttering to himself, Ferrari handed him a satellite phone: "Lumaar is looking for you."

"This bastard!"

Song Heping now has the urge to destroy the other party.

He snatched the phone and said angrily, "Lumaar, you fucking tricked me?!"

The moment General Ula presented the photos and announced Song Heping's involvement in the opposition's coup plot, Song Heping knew he had been tricked.

(End of this chapter)