48 Hours a Day

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[Found a Finnish guerrilla stronghold, game points +5, you can go to the character panel to view related information …]

When Zhang Heng looked at the small wood houses in the jungle, there was also a system hint in his ear.

But he hadn’t had time to take a closer look, and the muzzle was against his back.

The Finnish guerrillas with guns were the guys who had touched the campfire before. Zhang Heng was sure that the other party had a strong desire to pull the trigger.

However, the female sniper on the side shouted something that made him finally give up the idea, but the muzzle was not removed from Zhang Heng’s body, and after the rest of the companions came over, there was another one to guard He, the rest of them went to cut off branches to make a stretcher, and carried the injured female sniper to it.

The Finnish guerrillas holding the submachine gun threw the Soviet military uniform on the ground to Zhang Heng who was naked, but buckled his down jacket. Zhang Heng silently put on the sheepskin military uniform.

He could see that these Finnish guerrillas didn’t believe him, it was only because of the female sniper’s face that he didn’t kill him immediately, but the latter’s condition is not so good, even he is still alive.

Fortunately, the Finnish guerrillas took good care of their own people, and judged that the female snipers needed urgent treatment. They did not delay time and immediately took someone on the road.

However, after an hour and a half, the female sniper on the stretcher fell into a coma. Fortunately, after walking for another hour, the crowd finally returned to the stronghold.

Two Finnish guerrillas quickly walked into a small house on the left with a stretcher. Zhang Heng was locked in another wood house alone. He looked around at four places. It should be a wood house and piled up everywhere. It ’s all chopped firewood.

As soon as Zhang Heng entered, the door was closed and locked. The guerrillas searched him. Not only were the down jacket, seized rifles and backpacks gone, even his mobile phone and wallet were taken together. go.

Through the gap between the wood houses, Zhang Heng saw several Finnish guerrillas curiously passing his Huawei mobile phone, but these country bumpkins of the 20s generation in the 30th century did n’t even know about the long press to turn on the phone, and touched there for a long time. , No one can start, and some people curiously took the phone to the tree.

But by comparison his wallet is quite sought-after. In fact, even the goods sold in Yiwu small workshops are absolutely fine products in this era. Even more how Zhang Heng’s wallet is worth a few hundred dollars. These people snatched it, and his down jacket has been worn by the guy with the submachine gun, but the latter’s body is obviously more burly, supporting the down jacket to be the same as tight clothes.

However, it is strange that no one touched the starfish on his wrist. It stands to reason that this kind of work Wrist Watch should be very valuable, but those guerrillas are like not paying attention to this Wrist Watch at all.

Zhang Heng saw it for a while and found that the station was quite large. It should have been converted from the original lumber yard. It was difficult to be found in the deep mountain jungle. There were only 7 guerrillas he saw, and this time It was estimated that many people were lying in the house while sleeping.

In addition, the night is also the time when the guerrillas are most active. They often take advantage of the Soviet soldiers when they are most tired and sleepy. Zhang Heng once watched a documentary. The interviewed Finnish guerrillas said that the morale of many Soviet troops collapsed completely. By the way, several soldiers sat in front of the bonfire and were indifferent to seeing their comrades hit by bullets, as if completely numb.

Calculating from the number of houses, this camp may have forty-fifty. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng didn’t look down anymore, and found a place in the corner to curl up and close his eyes.

He not at all waited too long, about 20 minutes later the wooden door opened again, and 2 guerrillas entered.

They didn’t point a gun at someone at this time, but their attitude was very clear. It was not an invitation but an order.

Of course Zhang Heng wouldn’t find himself upset, and when he got up, he followed them to another room next door.

Unlike the previous chalet, it is more like a living room, but in addition to a wooden bed, there are tables and chairs and a fireplace. A man with a mustache sits behind the square table and sees Zhang Heng come in and put away the table On the unfolded map, I made a gesture to sit down.

Zhang Heng sat down on the chair opposite him, guessing that the other party might be the commander of this guerrilla force.

But apart from this, there is another person in the house who is standing in front of the window with his back smoking. Zhang Heng ca n’t see her, but can only roughly judge that she is a woman, maybe 30-40 years old Look.

When Zhang Heng sat down and asked what he had to say, Zhang Heng could only shake his head, “Sorry, I don’t know Finnish.”

He repeated this sentence in Chinese, English and Japanese, but unfortunately the moustache obviously couldn’t understand it, his face became a little impatient, just then the woman who smoked suddenly spoke in English Asked, “Are you a Soviet spy?”

This is the first exchangeable object that Zhang Heng has encountered in the copy for so many days, and it also makes him a little relaxed. What he is most worried about is that he can’t talk to the guerrillas from beginning to end, so that his situation will be He became completely out of control, like now he can at least justify himself.

“Kriment Voroshilov may be stupid, but he should not be so stupid as to send a Chinese who does not understand Finnish as a spy.”

“I can’t say anything about this. After all, some people can’t tell the bread and the bomb this year.” The woman extinguished her cigarette butts and turned around.

Her eyebrows are very amorous, she should be a beauty when she was young, no, it should be that she is still a beauty now, some people just have the ability to defeat the Strength of Time.

She didn’t struggle with this problem anymore, glanced at Moustache, who smiled slightly and got up and walked out of the hut.

“Aki is not a bad guy, but now it is an extraordinary period after all, he needs to be responsible for these young men under his hands.”

“I can understand.” Zhang Heng said.

“No, you can’t, neither can I,” the woman sat down. “His country is under aggression. He is willing to give everything to protect her, even go to hell and listen to the child,” she said while smoking again. Draw a cigarette out of the box, “As you can see, I’m an Englishman. I volunteer here. Unlike the guys outside, I don’t want to see something bad happen, so you have to tell me the truth, I To find a way to help you. “

Zhang Heng saw a light of spring from her leaning neckline. He had to admit that the woman’s tactics were too powerful. If he was a Soviet spy, he might not be able to admit it under such an offensive.

Unfortunately, the truth is often hidden in the most absurd answers.

Although he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, but for this war, he is really just the most thorough outsider.

ps: Regarding the background of the talk about bread and bombs in the article, the Soviet Air Force carried out a large-scale air raid on the Finnish capital Helsinki on the first day of war. In the face of accusations from international public opinion, Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov argued: “We did not bomb Finland. We are just air-dropping bread to hungry people. “So the Finns bombed the Soviet Air Force with a nickname called Molotov Bread.