Although they had only been together for two days, the relationship was solid. So when Gao Guang saw Moussa's mouth bleeding profusely, he was terrified Moussa might just die like that.
Then Gao Guang felt something wet and warm on his own chin. He wiped it with the back of his right hand, which was holding the gun and realized that blood was also trickling out of his mouth.
Did he have internal injuries? Could he die?
He didn't know if he would die, but Gao Guang felt it wasn't too bad; he was in great discomfort, but it seemed that he wasn't to the point of being immobilized.
"RPG! Rocket-propelled grenade!"
Gao Guang was shouting at the top of his lungs, even though he couldn't hear his own voice, he kept yelling, an instinctive reaction that was beyond his brain's control.
It was definitely a rocket-propelled grenade, but definitely not an RPG.