660: Chapter 652: Never Surrender to Death_2 660: Chapter 652: Never Surrender to Death_2 There was one disembowelment, and after understanding the extent of organ damage, it became evident that not all similar cases required opening up.
The soldiers around Bruce all showed angry expressions, but despite their anger, they moved another wounded soldier.
“Shrapnel injuries, on the head and the lower abdomen.
He’s lucky, he should be savable.
Does anyone know his blood type?”
Bruce was visibly invigorated, checking that the wounds on the head and lower abdomen were not fatal, he immediately made an incision in the lower abdomen.
Effortlessly he tossed out a piece of shrapnel, his hands deftly moved back and forth inside the soldier’s abdomen, and in a matter of moments, he performed battlefield emergency surgery.
After stitching up the wound, he did a blood transfusion with a soldier of the same blood type from the Syrian Government Forces.
The surgery was done in just four minutes.
“Switch the person transfusing blood if they feel dizzy.
As long as we can get him to a hospital today, and a qualified surgeon operates on him, he will survive.
Alright, next!”
Bruce was a combat medic and, strictly speaking, not a doctor.
What he did was prevent the worsening of injuries to buy some time for the wounded, not solving the underlying problem fundamentally.
Resolving issues fundamentally was something only surgeons in rear hospitals could manage.
In any aspect, Bruce was one of the top combat medics.
The wounded needed time to get surgery from a military doctor, and Bruce was the one who snatched that time from the grips of death.
After saving a wounded soldier, whether it was a junior officer or a regular soldier, the expressions on their faces were much improved.
At least they knew Bruce was not one to disregard the dying.
However, saying “disregard the dying” was also true to an extent.
Bruce’s principle was to abandon those who were certain to die and only attempt to save those with a slim chance of survival.
Once the soldiers from the Syrian Government Forces understood this, they naturally had no more misunderstandings about Bruce.
After another wounded soldier was brought before Bruce, he simply shook his head.
The two who were carrying the wounded grimaced, but they did not wait for Bruce to say more and immediately switched places.
Bruce focused solely on saving people, while Gao Yang devoted himself entirely to killing.
Eight minutes later, Bruce had completed surgery on the second savable wounded soldier.
During this time, the Rebel Army had launched another charge, which Gao Yang repelled by killing four individuals.
Finally, after about ten minutes of waiting, Tommy’s mortar was set up.
As the military force making the most extensive use of Russian weapons in the Middle East, almost all the weapons of the Syrian Government Forces were of Russian origin, including the mortars.
The Syrian Government Force’s soldiers brought two 2s12 120mm mortars.
The 2S12 mortar required a five-man crew to operate, but with Tommy on the team, although he was the only one who knew how to use it, once he had directed a few people to help set it up, the rest was easy.
Tommy alone could handle all the technical aspects; he just needed two people to help load the shells into the barrel.
As soon as Tommy’s mortar fired, the situation immediately changed.
As an indirect fire weapon, the mortar could easily hit rebels hiding in trenches or foxholes, enemies that Gao Yang and his team couldn’t reach with their guns.
Tommy could easily take them out with the mortar.
Most importantly, with accurate mortar fire, they could severely demoralize the Rebel Army.
Actually, the high morale of the Rebel Army was very much beyond Gao Yang’s expectations.
In his experience, whether in Libya or Syria, the rebels were merely a disorganized mob—a few casualties would end any so-called battle.
Even if professional terrorists joined them, their combat effectiveness was still poor, as was their will to fight.
However, this time seemed to be somewhat different; although their combat effectiveness was extremely poor, their will to fight was very strong.
Between the painfully accurate long-range mortar fire and Gao Yang’s precise shooting, this was the most demoralizing scenario for the infantry.
Under normal circumstances, ordinary rebels would have scattered long ago.
Gao Yang felt that it might be the situation on the other front that kept the rebels hopeful, so he quietly said over the radio, “Rabbit, how are things on your side?”
Cui Bo was clearly very excited, “No problem at all.
The enemy can’t even raise their heads.
I’ve already killed fourteen of them.”
Gao Yang still felt something was off.
Under normal circumstances, where the enemy couldn’t advance and the government reinforcements were about to arrive, the Rebel Army would have retreated by now.
Just then, the lieutenant crawled up beside Gao Yang, excited, “Our reinforcements are about to arrive.
If the enemy doesn’t retreat, we might even have a chance to wipe out these damned rebels.
Can we reduce the firepower to delay them?”
After Raja translated, Gao Yang puzzledly said, “Why aren’t they retreating?”
The lieutenant slammed the ground and said sternly, “They are ISIS rebels, these people, are madmen who fight to the death.
I must thank you for your help; without you here, they would take advantage of our chaos and advance until they’d killed us all.”
After waiting for Raja to translate, the lieutenant sighed, a look of relief on his face, “At that time, our situation was chaotic.
Luckily, you suppressed the rebel offensive.
Otherwise, being killed would have been the best outcome, but if captured by ISIS, that would have been truly tragic.”
The lieutenant hoped to delay the rebels until the reinforcements arrived to then counterattack and completely annihilate them, but Gao Yang did not want to waste time.
He just wanted to quickly end the battle and defeat the rebels as soon as possible, so he did not agree to the lieutenant’s request.
“It’s better to die in battle than to be captured.
It seems ISIS doesn’t treat their prisoners well.”
After hearing Gao Yang’s words, the lieutenant grimly said, “If they capture you alive, there’s only one fate: getting your head chopped off.
They even film the beheading process to upload online for the whole world to see.
So, when facing ISIS, we can only fight to the death.
Either they die, or we die.
We must not get captured.” (To be continued.
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