"Sir, we need a doctor now, a doctor..." The American soldier, shot in the thigh, lay on the ground, shouting excitedly at Curry.
Who can truly remain calm in the face of death?
The bullet was lodged in an artery. Without timely surgery, once the artery ruptured, even a miracle couldn't save him.
The others also had serious injuries and sat around a large tree, looking extremely disheveled!
It's rare to see US soldiers in such a disheveled state.
Curry sat with his head down, his military cap tucked into his belt, resting with his eyes closed. One of his arms was clearly visible, hanging in a twisted position across his chest.
Watching his teammates being slit in the throat, having their hearts pierced by bullets, and having their foreheads pierced right before his eyes, Curry, as the squad leader and supreme commander, was deeply distressed.
If they manage to return safely, they will inevitably face the most severe punishment.
But now, even going back seems like a pipe dream.
Curry felt a pang of regret, regretting that he had impulsively accepted the mission and ended up with such consequences.
Those people from country Z are not as simple as everyone thinks.
Thinking of this, Curry gave a wry smile: "Lieutenant, do you think Commander Hel and the others know our current situation?" he murmured to the person sitting next to him.
The second lieutenant's eyes darkened, and he shook his head, his voice filled with disappointment: "The communicator has been unusable for a long time. We can't contact them, and they can't contact us either..."
"Doesn't the loss of communication indicate something? I don't think Commander Hel is unaware of this, right? Lieutenant, tell me, have we... been abandoned by Commander Hel and his men?"
The current situation really forces us to think in this direction.
The second lieutenant's face also flashed with astonishment and shock for a moment, and he said incredulously, "This, this can't be, right?"
It's fair to say that apart from Curry, no one else present had even considered the possibility for a second. Everyone understood what giving up meant.
Who would believe that the military leaders to whom they have risked their lives would so readily abandon them at some point?
Curry's eyes were full of mockery: "Lieutenant, the communicator was working fine before, so why did it suddenly drop? Haven't you thought about why? There's no signal coverage in this area. Our radio can connect to distances of over a hundred miles."
And this place is only a few dozen miles away from the camp.
The lieutenant's eyes widened in disbelief, and he shook his head, "No, no, Captain, this is impossible. How could the Major General abandon so many of us?"
A small team isn't just one or two people, but around thirty!
If word gets out, even Hel won't be able to resolve this easily. There's a good chance it could lead to a soldiers' riot or demonstrations...
However, when faced with the prospect of profit, what does it matter if there are thirty people? What does it matter if there are three hundred people?
The one thing the world has never lacked is people!
"Lieutenant, you're too naive!" Curry said this with a tone of deep emotion, seemingly implying something.
"What?"
"This mission was originally driven by the Major General's personal interests. Now it's clear that they've miscalculated. So, for the Major General, our survival is a huge risk. Therefore, being abandoned is the most advantageous thing, isn't it?"
"Private interests?"
Curry nodded: "Remember that boss from Country Z surnamed 'Su'? Unfortunately, I happened to be passing by when they were talking."
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