"Help me! Help me! I don't want to die, I can't die here, medic!"
A captain with both legs broken lay on the ground, covered in blood, shouting in a shrill voice. The intense pain was making him lose control of his mind.
But he wasn't alone.
All around were injured and mutilated soldiers.
Veterans looked around cautiously, while rookies were at a loss, and officers were giving orders over the radio.
However...
"Brigadier Orellio? Who's seen the brigadier?"
The deputy brigadier's guard, face covered in blood, crouched and ran over with a carbine, eyes filled with terror.
No way... no way...
Not going to die here, right?
It's possible though; bullets don't recognize people.
It's not like how in India, Third Sister-in-law could smell her husband's scent from ten kilometers away, even lying on the ground.
"Here!"
