Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1684 and 1685 Two Wounded

"What happened?" Another Tang army soldier rushed along the trench, saw his companion lying on the ground, and the friendly soldiers who were trying hard to pull his companion back, and asked loudly.

In the end, no one responded to his question. Whether it was the person lying on the ground or the one dragging the person, their ears were still buzzing.

"Is he injured?" The Tang army soldier who had just arrived asked loudly after patting the helmet of his comrade who was dragging him.

This time he heard the answer, but it was obvious that the other party did not hear his question clearly, and just said what he wanted to say: "He may be injured! I don't know where! Damn it! Cover me! Watch out for grenades!"

Grabbing the shoulder strap on the other side, the two Tang soldiers dragged together, and the speed increased a lot. They had just left that section of the trench when the dwarf's counterattack grenade flew nearby.

A series of explosions engulfed the bodies left at the site of the recent battle, and soon a Tang army armored vehicle rolled over, aiming its machine gun at the dwarf bunker that kept firing amidst the hail of bullets.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The 30mm machine gun began to fire, and tracer bullets flew over the battlefield. The dwarf bunker in the distance that had just spewed flames was suddenly filled with white smoke.

The Tang army archers, who were in a commanding position, controlled the turrets to suppress the most fierce firepower points nearby, and the dwarves' defense here was suddenly on the verge of collapse.

"Medic! Medic! Someone is injured here!" The two Tang soldiers shouted loudly as they pulled their fallen comrades back. They were lucky. If the armored vehicle hadn't arrived, they would have been caught by the dwarves chasing them along the trench.

When the time comes, it will be a close combat. Whether you can survive, or who will survive in the end, only God knows.

The Tang infantrymen following the infantry fighting vehicles took control of the nearby trenches. A medical soldier with a red mark on his helmet rolled into the trench: "I'm coming! I'm coming! Who's injured? Where are the wounded?"

"Here! Here!" Seeing the medical soldiers coming, the Tang Jun who came to help loosened his hand and found a safe position to hold up his rifle. He was responsible for providing cover and handling any possible emergencies.

The armored vehicle not far away gave him a lot of courage and a sense of security. As long as the iron thing was there, the dwarfs were unlikely to rush over.

"Where is the wound?" The medic touched the wounded man lying on the ground and found that there was no blood on his body. He asked the people around him in confusion. The man lying on the ground was dirty after being dragged all the way here, and there seemed to be some damage on his chest, but he did not look injured.

The Tang soldier who pulled him back had better hearing at this time, and he could hear the medic's shouting clearly. He shook his head and said, "I don't know either. A grenade exploded very close to him, and he fell down. I could only pull him back."

"Help me lift it up!" The medic gestured helplessly, and the two of them worked together to rip open the fallen soldier's tactical vest.

This time it was clear: some shrapnel had indeed hit the bulletproof vest, but it only shattered the bulletproof plates inside and did not penetrate it.

Tang Jun, who was lying on the ground, realized at this time that he might not really be injured, and he struggled to sit up embarrassedly.

As a result, when he moved, a small hole started bleeding. Something only a few millimeters in size penetrated his military uniform, leaving a wound on the inside of his arm. He hadn't bled just now, but now that he moved, blood started to flow out, staining his camouflage uniform red.

“Don’t move!” The medic who saw the blood held down the wounded man who wanted to sit up. He pulled open the wounded man’s sleeve and checked the wound. When he found that it was nothing serious, he took out a large sticker and stuck it on the wound: “It’s not a big deal!”

"Whoosh!" A shell whizzed past and landed about thirty meters away from them. The ground shook and then gravel fell and hit the helmets of the three men.

"Artillery fire! Damn it!" In the dust, everyone was desperately looking for a place to hide. The dwarf artillery tried to destroy the Tang army armored vehicle that was wreaking havoc on their front line, but unfortunately their accuracy was a bit off.

The armored vehicle also realized that the enemy was coming for them, so it began to move. The nearby Tang army continued to attack and launched another assault along the trench.

The sound of gunfire became more frequent, and it was obvious that the dwarf reinforcements had arrived. Neither side was willing to retreat, so a larger-scale battle began.

"If you have nothing to do, just walk back by yourself! Okay?" Looking at his comrade whose sleeves had been torn off and who looked a little embarrassed, the Tang army soldier knelt on the ground and asked.

"I... should be fine... I'm just a little dizzy. I should be able to walk back." The wounded man, who was still a little dizzy, nodded. He could now feel some pain in his arm.

"Medic! Medic! Someone's injured!" Someone in the distance called out to the medic. The medic carrying the medicine box stood up and left along the trench.

The Tang army soldier who had just been on alert followed. This was the standard tactic of the Tang army: someone must follow the medical soldiers to provide necessary cover.

After patting the shoulder of the uninjured soldier, another Tang army soldier stood up, adjusted his weapon, and chased in the direction the medical soldier had left.

Soon, he saw the medic kneeling on the ground and rescuing a friendly soldier, whose injury was much more serious than that of his comrade just now.

The uniform was covered in blood, and even though someone was holding it down, blood was still gushing out from nowhere. The medics were trying their best to stop the bleeding, but it looked like the wounded soldier was in grave danger.

"Come with us... keep moving forward... we can't stay here, otherwise we will be hit by artillery shells or grenades! Cover the armored vehicles and set up a defense line on the side... see the small hill over there? Advance to there!" A squad leader holding a gun passed by and called everyone he could.

They couldn't stop and had to continue their attack. After all, judging from the map, they were already very close to Ironforge.

"Damn it." The medic threw the blood-soaked tourniquet on the ground, cursed, and slumped down beside the corpse. He tried his best, but the soldier who injured the artery still couldn't survive.

No one spoke. The squad leader patted the shoulder of the medic sitting on the ground, then walked away without looking back. Everyone who had just been called out followed him...