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    Listening to the footsteps in the distance, my heart twitched rhythmically. After throwing away the weapon without bullets, I felt empty in my body for no reason, as if my soul had been lost after leaving the metal weapon.  The support can collapse at any time.  After a while, I realized that the feeling of emptiness in my body had nothing to do with my guess. It was actually caused by the bone piercing the skin, causing the negative pressure in the chest on the injured side to completely disappear, and the left lung lobe collapsed. I  It felt like the organs in his stomach had grown legs. They began to move away from the holed half of his body, starting from the middle of his stomach and moving to the right, as if a hand was pulling and pressing to make room for something.  After all the internal organs were pressed against the uninjured right lung, half of the respiratory system that was still working normally began to be unable to load - suffocation, as if the air I breathed in was stuck in my stomach and refused to come out.  I was like a glutton who drank a bottle of beer after eating too much. My belly was so bloated from the inside out that I felt nauseated.  Looking at the small tent set up on my chest, I laughed bitterly at myself. There was obviously an extra air inlet, but I couldn't get enough air. My head became heavier and heavier. As my breathing accelerated, it became stronger and stronger.  The feeling of suffocation made my face swell, and I knew without looking that my face must be purple and black now. This feeling seemed familiar unexpectedly!  The waiter's long-forgotten face vaguely appeared in my mind. He had a black bow and arrow stuck in his chest and stretched out his hand to greet me while vomiting blood. The silver cross hanging between his fingers kept following him.  The spasms draw a beautiful lone line, yes!  The waiter was also shot through the lungs and suffocated to death. Could it be that he saw me suffering the same hardship "over there" and came to pick me up? Otherwise, how could the silver light on the silver cross on his hand come to him?  So dazzling, just like the guiding light on the way to the door, getting whiter and whiter!  Getting brighter and brighter!  "Die!" A pair of blood-red eyes suddenly burst out in his dizzy mind, and the white light in the waiter's hand suddenly turned into a thunderbolt on a sunny day, cutting through the blackened sight filled with Venus.  "Ah!" I screamed and woke up from the edge of coma, yes!  This situation seems to have been similar before. In the jungle of the Congo, it was the sharp knife that cut my trachea. So many people escaped from the fingers of death. What about this time?  I didn't have the confidence to be the "lucky boy" again. The feeling of suffocation had already spread from my chest to my throat. I squeezed my throat tightly, trying to squeeze out more gaps for the incoming air, "Gulu! Gulu!"  The sound of gasping reached my ears, and the blood-red eyes hanging on the black screen in my mind began to melt, and the spreading bright red dripped with a fishy smell, and it kept dripping!  Drop!  After a while, all the space was filled up. Looking through the ripples of blood, I saw the scene of my mother staring at me in disbelief with blood on her neck, but the gap between her slightly parted lips should have  The sound of gasping turned into the sweetest cry of my mother when I was a child.  "Xiaotian! Xiaotian! It's time to eat! I made your favorite roasted eggplant! Come on! Stop playing! If you don't come, your brother and your dad will eat them all!" "Xiaotian! Xiaotian, come here!"  ! I just went out on the street and saw a shirt that suits you well. Come and try it on! Keep your voice low! I didn¡¯t bring enough money to buy your brother¡¯s share, so don¡¯t let him hear it!¡± ¡°Xiaotian! Xiaotian! Don¡¯t give it!  I am under too much pressure, and my mother is not old. I can make money without you supporting me, so you should go out more and have fun instead of sitting at home all day without friends. "Ah!"  "I screamed and hit my head with my hands, trying to get rid of the sound and image that was more painful than heart-cutting from my mind. "I'm sorry!  mom!  sorry!  I can't abide by the agreement I made back then and serve you to enjoy your old age without any worries. My son is unfilial!  My son is unfilial!  "After I cried loudly at the lingering face of my mother in my mind, my mother's face slowly faded away in my mind, and what was replaced was a smile with golden hair and ocean-colored eyes."  redba" I hummed softly. Is it true as the rumors say, before people die, they will review all the things they did during their lives, and all the people they cherish most will appear in front of them one by one. This is God's last gift, allowing us to have no regrets.  Will I pass away from this world? But is this really a kind of beauty? Why don't I feel it? Why do I feel guilty at this moment, and why is boundless resentment frying like hot oil? "It will never end" I will die once  Do you want to torture me like this? God! **Your mother!" I screamed to the sky and slapped myself on the cheek desperately, but the slap on my face with my weak palm was like a child's touch, and I could no longer bear the guilt in my heart.  Tormented, I violently pulled open my clothes and used my last strength to grab at the white bones exposed in the air.  "Hold him down! Hold him down! He's going to commit suicide!" Before my hand could even touch the "God made women" thing, it was clamped down by a strong force, and several pairs of big warm hands came from all directions, grabbing  I pressed firmly on the snow.  "Oh my God! What a guy! The bone pierced my belly. It's such a severe open fracture." Following a delicate and victorious voice, a cold piece of iron pressed against my belly that seemed to be heating up with the reflection: "Get out of the way!"  Thermal blanket! Thermal blanket! Everyone formed a circle to block the wind. If the wind enters the wound, this guy will be dead! Get the oxygen bag! Quick! Wrap me up with a warm thing. It turns out that the wound is exposed.Skin that had begun numbing at extremely low temperatures turned to feeling.  "You don't want to save him here!" "That's right! We should at least go back to the plane to talk about it!" "That's right! Maybe he has accomplices nearby. We stand in a circle and let each other have a grenade.  We're all doomed." The chaotic sounds around me were like hooks scratching at my fragile nerves due to lack of oxygen.  "No! The breath sounds of this guy's left lobe have completely disappeared. He is obviously displaced due to pressure, his blood pressure has dropped, his pulse is weak, his pulse is obviously purple, his breathing has stopped, and he is in a state of shock. If he is not rescued now, he will not be able to survive the plane.  Oxygen! Hurry!" As soon as the delicate voice fell, an oxygen mask dropped from the sky and was placed on my face. The high-purity oxygen was like a high-voltage electric current, which immediately awakened my chaotic mind, and my originally dim vision began to clear up.  The blurry outline of the figure in front of me gradually became clearer. The military doctor who was busy in front of me was a thin guy. Although the cold hat blocked his face, you could see two thin black lines on his white eyelids.  Eyebrow.  "Don't move!" The enemy's military doctor saw me waking up, looked at me and ordered: "If you don't want to die, I will change your open pneumothorax into a closed pneumothorax. If I touch your  The bone is aching, please bear with it" I watched him quickly take out sterile cotton pads and gauze to cover my wound with his hands and feet, and then sealed my wound with a large piece of tape.  "You're lucky! It seems that your organs are not seriously damaged or have internal bleeding." The guy frowned when he saw that I was in pain. He comforted me with his mouth but did not stop: "I am going to perform a thoracentesis on you now, and extract air to reduce the pressure.  The atrophied lung lobes are recruiting." As he said that, he took out the huge needle used for injecting mules and horses from the first aid bag. He fumbled with his left hand to the mid-clavicular line of the second intercostal space on my injured side, and accurately inserted the huge needle into the bone seam with his right hand.  Then he lowered his head and focused on the movement of the needle plug of the syringe. When he saw the clipper in the needle tube, he automatically looked up and explained to me: "Tension pneumothorax, I need to take some air!" The pressure in the chest cavity increased with the breath.  The air flow that was suffocated by the air pressure became smooth again. After the fresh high-purity oxygen circulated throughout my body, my spirit began to improve significantly. I was on the verge of death and found the "  A sense of being alive.  Watching the young man finally put an intravenous drip of antibiotics on me and then put my clothes back on me, I didn¡¯t know what to think. I really didn¡¯t want to die!  This guy brought me back from the brink of death. I should really be grateful, but I can't say the word "thank you" because I understand that they didn't mean well when they brought me back from the brink of death.  In order to torture me with his own hands until he was satisfied, and then kick me back to hell.  "Fortunately, the mountains here are high and the air is thin, with high humidity and low pollution. There are less worries about lung mutation, lung infection and abscess lung. Three ribs were broken, the belly was punctured, and the lungs were slightly damaged. Your body is really strong.  You can get through it this way. As long as there is no internal bleeding, other fractures and gunshot wounds on the body can be easily treated!" The delicate military doctor was quite proud of his rejuvenation skills: "How is it? I'm good at it, right? Ha?" I said coldly  Looking at the masked men on three levels around me, from their murderous and bloodshot eyes, I seemed to see myself torn apart and scattered in a pool of blood.  "I hope your partner can also appreciate your craftsmanship!" When the enemy took out his dirty hands from my mouth to check whether my back molars were poisonous, I spat in disgust and said coldly to the leg of the person next to me.  To: "When they tear it up again." "Let me take a look!" A guy with a unique armband on the other side came over, held my head down, and looked at the tattoos on both sides of my head: "Chinese flag and  Dragon! That's right! This guy is a ghoul - Xing Tian." "If you are so patriotic, why are you pretending to be an American? You are so embarrassed!" A small man in the other party came over and patted my scalp and laughed, laughing.  With his awkward tongue and English pronunciation without heavy or heavy syllables, plus the mispronunciation of the word that is directly translated from the phonetic pronunciation into katakana, you can tell that this guy is Japanese.  Why are there Japanese among the mourners?  strangeness?  Thinking of this, I ignored this guy and looked at the guys around me again. Only then did I realize that they didn't seem to be a very neat team. From where they stood, they unconsciously divided into three groups, standing on the field.  Don't get close to people you can't believe!  "Hold on! Brother! We won't receive any money if you die! Oh!" One of the guys, holding an M4 sniper rifle produced by China Norinco for more than 300 US dollars, stood in front of the three gangs.  The outermost position of the person was too exposed to the sun. He stretched out his head and shouted to me. Before his voice could finish, he was slapped in the stomach by a big man who was close to him among the mourners and swallowed the rest of his words.  "Why did you hit me? Have you forgotten that we are together?" The guy who was beaten ran back to his camp with a gun in his stomach and hid behind a man holding a Galil sniper rifle before he dared to start again.  squeak.  "Can you give me some fire?" The people next to me spread out the stretcher they brought randomly and threw me on it. Then we walked to the hovering position of the plane. The guy who had his face ripped off by me had been there ever since we fought.  The disappeared British guy also stood up from the snowdrift. I took out the pain reliever from my pocket.Putting the cigarette in my mouth, the damn heating blanket freed me from the freezing state, and the wounds on my body, large and small, immediately began to pour out with sweat.  "Of course!" Looking at the hand that handed over the fire, I noticed the ring-shaped tattoo on his right index finger. The unique lines on it told me that this was the tattoo of the Russian OE-39 military prison, where prisoners are specially held.  It is a military prison for special talents who have committed serious crimes. Those who enter have no chance to get out of there, except for masters who mysteriously disappear after joining the military's "rote list".  Most of them were bought out by Russian high-level officials and wealthy businessmen with huge sums of money and connections to serve as private militiamen. However, these people have no informal status and are just suitable to "handle something" for political purposes. Could it be that there are also people from Russia?  The plane's propellers sped up, and I lay flat on the plane's cabin and looked up. The rear cabin door slowly closed, leaving Thor and the others, half of their bodies covered by falling snow, forever in this wasteland.  On the land that belongs to them, watching the strong wind blowing the snow waves over his broken face, I couldn't help thinking of the same fate, similar climate, similar wounds, and similar death!  In front of the doctor with burning eyes, he put the cigarette holder into his mouth and took a deep breath, swallowing the smoke into his lungs, slowly filtering it, and then spit it out softly, allowing the chemical components in the tobacco leaves to spread throughout the body along with the rushing blood cells.  Finally, I started to feel drowsy.  The familiar British accent, the rare combination of mercenaries, the incomprehensible motives, and the treacherous future. My eyelids that have been open for more than a week can't help but squint in the warmth, looking at the various muddy military boots on both sides of my head.  How many times have I been dragged back to the base by lying at the feet of the butcher and the speed machine, and the familiar scenes and unfamiliar smells have actually dispelled the fear of imminent misfortune.  I slept!  It¡¯s time to sleep too!  who cares!  Anyway, if you die, you will die!  I've heard that it can hold a ghost to death!  Starve to death!  But I¡¯ve never heard of people dying of sleepiness, and I didn¡¯t have the courage to try something new, so I slept!  I don¡¯t know how long I slept, and I don¡¯t know if I was dreaming, because my eyes were still as dry as sandpaper, and the blizzard imprinted in my mind was still roaring, but what floated into my eyes was a dry lake in the Gobi, dry and exposed.  The bottom of the lake was blown by the strong wind, blowing a piece of earthy yellow to the northeast. The goosebumps on the shoulders have not yet fallen from the severe cold and low temperature for many days. The water in the throat has been drained by the dry Gobi, and the external dampness and internal dryness have collapsed.  Broken rods give me the illusion of slow drying.  His vision, which was covered with thick eye mucus, came closer, and he found that he was lying in a completely destroyed mosque. Under the cliff outside the roofless courtyard wall was a small smoking village. In this room, there were scattered slogans to persuade people to surrender.  In a sunny room filled with leaflets and candies, the corpse of an old woman lay rotting disgustingly on top of the broken Koran. Her disgusting rotting corpse exuded a strange serenity and solemnity, which was beyond all the noise and chaos in the world.  The serenity and solemnity of a life and death fight.  The captured British soldier was wearing Arab clothes and was handcuffed to a pillar not far from me. When he saw me waking up, he looked at me for a moment and said calmly: "You should have saved us. I know that is what happened."  You!" I looked at the "comrade" who also fell into the tiger's den alone, and thought that so many of his companions had died and he was the only one left. I felt bad for him.  "I don't hate you! You did what you should do, and I did mine. It's fair!" There was a pain in my neck, and I felt a needle piercing my skin.  "Your immunity is strongest when you sleep. If you have a high fever, you should rest for a while." After the delicate voice said, the needle was pulled out from the squeezed flesh and blood, and then the eyes began to flicker with light and dark, and the blood that had just gathered  Consciousness began to fade again.  "You can also earn your own government to save you." I began to speak weakly and intermittently: "If theycomesave you! May God bless us When I was about to fall into darkness, I vaguely listened  A sentence came out from the discussion behind him: "I hope he gets better soon. I really want to see how the "painter" tortures people.  Thatbutan artistic levelI'm really looking forward to it"Painter? A torture master who ranks alongside the butcher as the cruelest mercenary in the mercenary world? I'm so lucky. Day

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