Munitions Empire

"Someone help! Quickly, someone help!" The adjutant, cradling the unconscious General Feng Kezhi, called out loudly, "The Great General is injured! Go get a doctor! Quickly!"

The room door behind him was once again kicked open by someone, the sound not at all like something Dahua military personnel would dare to do.

Startled, the adjutant quickly turned around to see a soldier dressed in gear he had never seen before. The soldier was equipped with complex tactical gear, with various pockets on the chest that made him look bulky, completely different from Dahua's soldiers.

Even more frightening was that the charging soldier was wearing a mask with the jaw of a skull painted on it, that under the dimly lit room, looked like a ghost clad in military fatigues and a steel helmet.

"Drop your weapon!" The intruder, holding a short-barreled assault rifle, pointed the dark barrel at the adjutant, not relaxing his vigilance in the slightest.

The adjutant knew his pistol had no bullets left; he had just fired his last round at the assailant who had burst in. His pistol magazine was empty.

Thus, he wisely threw his gun away and continued to shout with a sobbing voice, "Quick! He is the Great General Feng Kezhi! He's been shot! Save him, please!"

The soldier made way, and another soldier entered the room, both sweeping the room cautiously, left and right.

The third to enter was someone that looked like a squad leader. He lowered his assault rifle, circled the table, kicked away the exquisite pistol by Feng Kezhi's hand to ensure safety, then knelt on one knee.

After examining the gunshot wound on Feng Kezhi, his expression was grave, "He has lost a lot of blood, the gunshot wound is severe."

"Save him, he is General Feng Kezhi! A very important general! If you save him, he will certainly be useful," the adjutant said, putting aside everything else, revealing the identity trying to persuade these unknown soldiers to save General Feng Kezhi's life.

Although he didn't know where these men were from, their actions upon entering the house showed they were not there to kill Feng Kezhi, so he had to grasp this last life-saving straw.

"Medic! Medic!" the squad leader looked up, calling out loudly toward the door, the two soldiers also joining the call, and soon a soldier with a large pack rushed into the room.

Unlike the other soldiers, his weapon was a dark submachine gun that had not been seen on the frontline, with a slimmer magazine that could easily be distinguished from the Type 56 assault rifle.

This soldier, who came in later than the others, was not equipped with a pistol, suggesting his weapon load had been greatly simplified.

He ran to Feng Kezhi's side, knelt down on one knee, and immediately reached out to touch the still-bleeding wound on Feng Kezhi's abdomen, "It didn't hit the liver... very lucky..."

Fresh, crimson blood flowed over his fingertips, and this seemingly ordinary soldier behaved very calmly, as if he were accustomed to life and death, probing inside Feng Kezhi's wound without hesitation.

The sight turned the adjutant's face deathly pale as even he, who considered himself a tough man, had never witnessed such a gruesome scene.

"The bullet didn't go through, no exit wound at the back..." As if speaking to himself, the medic pulled out a special package of a tourniquet from the side pocket, "Help me with this."

He handed the tourniquet to the squad leader, then the hand that had been probing the wound retrieved an irregularly shaped bullet from Feng Kezhi's abdominal cavity.

Handing the bullet to the stunned adjutant, the Tang Army medic instructed without looking up, "Keep it as a souvenir, you can show him when he wakes up... This is not a Type 56 bullet. Didn't your guys shoot him? What's going on?"

While talking, he took the gauze from the squad leader's hands and pressed the messy tourniquet onto Feng Kezhi's wound with his bloodied hands, "The intestines might be perforated, there's internal bleeding in the abdominal cavity, he needs to be treated immediately..."

"Hold this down for me." He gave way for the squad leader to take over, and then began inspecting another gunshot wound on Feng Kezhi's chest, "I need someone to help here!"

Hearing the call, a Tang Army soldier from the doorway immediately came over, crouching down to ask, "I'm here, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to bring a stretcher." As he spoke, he used his blood-soaked hands to remove his backpack, from which he extracted some metal rods, assembling them with a camouflage cloth to miraculously form a stretcher, "He's lost a lot of blood and needs immediate treatment, it's already too late, this place won't do, we have to move him."

"Lift him onto the stretcher, if possible, get a vehicle... as quickly as possible, head to our field hospital... There's plasma there, and the right tools." As he spoke, he pulled out another tourniquet, covering Feng Kezhi's chest wound.

"Quick! Go find a vehicle! Call headquarters! Say we've found General Feng Kezhi, he's wounded! He needs medical attention!" the squad leader immediately ordered.

The soldiers outside the door hurried off calling for more help, they had already taken control of the entire headquarters; the Dahua officers had surrendered.