The lamp stand, weighing several hundred pounds, was knocked into the air with one swing, scattering parts everywhere.
The high-strength short rod in his hand was also completely ruined.
Watching Su Huan recklessly driving an engineering vehicle ahead, Zhong Cheng gnashed his teeth in hatred.
But what bothered him more was the alluring sensation coming from the train, akin to closely observing a zombie lure, making him want to taste it out of curiosity.
A field medic rushed over swiftly, tearing open his shirt at the back in a few deft moves, using tweezers to accurately extract the bullet lodged between his scapula, and then quickly staunched the bleeding and stitched him up.
Even on a battlefield drenched in acid rain and stray bullets, the entire rescue took no more than a minute.
After bandaging his wound, the medic said, "Secretary Li asks if you need fire support."
