Hou Dacheng set up a reservation position before this time, but it helped save lives. The problem of the preset position was not taken into account. The white man’s own life finally won a chance to kill Hou Dacheng, and that instant was indeed the one closest to Hou Dacheng’s death.
If this white man hadn’t already
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Seriously injured, Hou Dacheng would have been a dead end if he hadn’t fallen to the ground instantly, and the distance between the two sides was about ten meters.
Ten meters is not far for a pistol shooter, but the white man was injured. He was seriously injured, which directly affected his shooting accuracy. Although he overcame the pain and raised his gun to aim, the constant blood loss still greatly affected his strength and spirit.
Hou Dacheng’s stupidity for even a few seconds at that instant was enough for the white man to blow his head off. However, Hou Dacheng reacted very quickly and did not hesitate. Lying on his side allowed Hou Dacheng to avoid a fatal shot to the head. Even so, the white man hit him in the chest with three shots.
Fa aimed at the head, and he chose the absolutely hit positions, but he also knew that Hou Dasheng must have worn bulletproof boards, but at that time he had no choice. He could gamble because he was allowed to gamble when he left it to him.
Being able to lie on Hou Dacheng’s side and hit him three times in the chest accurately is enough to say that this white man is tough, but even if he is tough again, he is dead now. Hou Dacheng rarely has the habit of taking something from his opponent’s body, but at this time he suddenly wants to take something from this person.
"You are the strongest soldier I have ever seen. As for our position, I have absolute respect for you." Hou Dacheng slowly got up after he recovered and walked over to the body with a look of awe. "You are an excellent soldier."
Then Hou Dacheng gave a mercenary ceremony to the white body, and then hesitated for a while. Hou Dacheng leaned over the white body and groped for it. Soon he found a medal from this person, holding it without a medal. Hou Dacheng was stunned.
This is a medal, but the difference is that it is pentagram-shaped. The whole medal seems to be made of copper. The top of each corner is decorated with clover and surrounded by a circle of laurel leaves. In the center of the medal is a woman holding a stick and a shield. In front of this woman, she is a stampede.
Hou Dacheng picked up this medal, looked at it, then stuffed it into his tactical carrying bag, took out the bandage, and cut off some branches. Hou Dacheng made himself a rib fixing belt. Although it hurt a lot, he bared his teeth and cracked his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth, took off his clothes, found herbs to apply, and fixed his ribs for a while. Hou Dacheng left here immediately. He is now injured. If anyone wants to bargain, he may not be able to hold on.
Hou Dasheng, who has broken two ribs, is now in pain even when he walks. The shot behind him should be a fractured bone. It is also heartbreaking when he moves slightly. He usually walks out of several kilometers in twos and threes. Now he has been walking for almost an hour. Hou Dasheng is sore and sweaty, but he finds that he has only walked out of less than two kilometers.
I want to bring myself a rib fixing belt. Hou Dasheng almost fainted in pain. He gasped and thought that these bastards had a grudge against my ribs. Almost every time, the ribs were broken when he just came back from South America. It didn’t grow well for a few days, and now it’s broken again.
It was to clean up a bunch of minions, but it didn’t work out, but a great white shark came out. Fortunately, it was well prepared, otherwise it would really die here.
When it was dark, Hou Dasheng walked less than 15 kilometers, but it was very close to the Rwandan military camp. Hou Dasheng stopped to find a sheltered cave, cleaned the cave and made sure there were no wild animals before setting booby traps and traps at the mouth of the cave.
Finally, I made some hidden objects before I hid in the cave. Hou Dasheng knew that I needed to rest now. If I continued on my way, my body would certainly be able to bear the fact that I just lay on my side and broke my ribs and didn’t stab into the dirt. Hou Dasheng already felt very lucky.
If you just broke a rib and stabbed a dirty Hou Dasheng, you can wait until you die. In many cases, fighting depends on some luck. If you are too unlucky, somebody else’s shells just hit your hiding place, or a stray bullet just hit the part of your head that you don’t have a helmet to protect.
You really can’t complain when you die, but it can mean that you are too unlucky.
Chapter three hundred and eleven High honor
Finally, Hou Dacheng came to rest, wheezing and panting. Now he is all sweaty and touched out the medal. Hou Dacheng appreciated it again. Although the afterglow of the sunset has gradually disappeared on the horizon, this does not prevent Hou Dacheng from seeing this medal clearly.
It’s really beautiful. Hou Dacheng admired that he didn’t think his first medal would be seized from the enemy. He rubbed it a few times, put it back in his pocket, and then pulled out the field food and chewed it carefully.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of water in the bag, Hou Dasheng kept himself lying on his back so as not to put pressure on the broken rib and then fell asleep. He was not worried about snakes, insects, rats and ants. When he entered the hole, he had collected some herbs to expel these little things and then crushed them and scattered them around.
Being active in the battlefield for a long time makes Hou Dasheng get into the habit that he can sleep no matter how painful and uncomfortable he is when he wants to sleep, but when he wants to be awake, he will always stay awake, and he will not enter a state of lethargy and absence unless he is injured or loses blood for too long.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn and touched his ribs, which were swollen, but fortunately, the pain was a little weaker than yesterday. After eating a bag of rations and checking his equipment, Hou Dacheng quietly left the cave.
The hidden objects at the door were not moved, and the alarms were not sounded. Hou Dacheng carefully checked them and confirmed that there was no problem. Only then did he slowly leave this cave, which is about 20 kilometers away from the Rwandan military camp.
However, it takes about ten kilometers to leave Congo and enter Rwanda. Hou Dasheng dare not leave the jungle. Only in the jungle can he ensure his own safety. If it is normal, it is called that even if he meets some search teams or small armed forces, he is confident to cope.
But now his situation is still honestly retreating with the help of the jungle cover. Hou Dacheng chose to rest at noon that day. This time is not suitable for marching, especially when his body is still injured. He changed his medicine once and then fixed his ribs. Hou Dacheng rested in the afternoon and continued to March.
In the evening, he had crossed the border between Congo and Rwanda and entered Rwanda. He took out a map and looked at it. Then he judged the direction. Hou Dasheng continued to move forward, and he barely returned to this camp until after 9 pm.
But Hou Dacheng felt a different breath before he got close to the military camp. Obviously, the defense here has been adjusted. Hou Dacheng quietly touched a position that looks like an ambush, but this guy doesn’t seem to often perform an ambush.
His disguise looks clumsy. It’s ok if he’s cheating ordinary guerrillas, but Hou Dasheng thinks it’s just like not wearing anything.
Hou Dacheng went directly to the black soldier, who was still stupid and didn’t find it, but he saw Hou Dacheng raise his hand like a flash. Before the black soldier didn’t react, he patted him directly on the arm. The black man ate a painful hand and dropped his gun directly.
Before he could shout, Hou Dasheng "cracked" his hands and moved them around his shoulders. In the frightened eyes of the black soldier, he removed both his arms. Of course, Hou Dasheng didn’t hurt anyone. He did.
"Don’t shout and listen to me," said Hou Dacheng, clutching his chest, to the black soldier whose eyes were frightened and almost scared. "Go to the camp and find your general Kagame and tell him that the secret is finished, but I am injured. Tell him to send a medic immediately, but don’t make it too obvious."
Hou Dasheng smiled and "clicked" the black soldier’s shoulder and Batu back, and then said, "We are one of our own. You will be in trouble if you yell and wipe your gun off. Now you take your gun and go back and tell General Kagame that you will be rewarded for my words."