48 Hours a Day

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Maggie took Zhang Heng to the camp’s logistics staff responsible for the distribution of weapons, a lame old hunter, and also a part-time chef. The breakfast that Zhang Heng had before was from his craft.

Maggie hugged each other and quickly explained his intentions in Finnish. At the same time, he handed over half a pack of cigarettes. The latter glanced at Zhang Heng beside him, barely nodded, and took the cigarettes and turned into the hut behind him.

“Ohto will show you how to use the rifle later. He is a decades-old hunter. He has a lot of experience. You can ask any questions. I will help you translate.”

Zhang Heng eyebrows raised, some surprises, Maggie doesn’t look like a person who likes to talk about things so kindly.

“It was the child who asked me.” The latter did not mean to conceal, shrugged, “No way, I can always smoke and thanks to the child, so it is difficult for me to refuse her request, it should be to repay the debt. “The female doctor was paused, her eyes fell on someone’s face, and the expression became a bit suspicious.” Listening to Sippo they said when you found you, you were … “

“………”

Zhang Heng finally encountered a question that he could not answer at all. At that time, he had no other choice. However, even if this kind of thing was explained, no one would believe it, so he had to remain silent.

Fortunately, then, Ohdo also came out of the house and threw a rifle at him.

“This m28 in your hand is improved with Mosin Nagan M1891 as a template. The craftsmanship and shooting accuracy are stronger than the original version. Now the guerrilla weapons are scarce. You better not lose it.” Maggie finally turned the subject back and started her own translation work, “apart from this Ohdo also distributed 70 bullets for you. Note that this is not just for your practice, but also your first Ammunition ration when going out to perform missions once, so my suggestion is not to run out. “

The female doctor paused and then said, “You can come here and receive 40 bullets every time you go out to perform the mission. If you want more bullets, you can only touch them from the bodies of the Soviets, or you It can be exchanged for valuable spoils of war, such as seized guns, medicines and so on. If you can drive back a T26 tank, congratulations, the entire arsenal of the camp will be open for you. “

Maggie was saying that several guerrillas came with a Maxim heavy machine gun. They looked like they should have returned to the camp shortly after. They had won a lot in the previous battle, and they were bold when they saw the female doctor. Whistled.

Zhang Heng silently stepped aside to watch them carry the heavy machine gun into the house.

Ohdo also wrote down something in his small book.

After the excited guerrillas left, he finally began to explain to Zhang Heng how to use the sniper rifle. Zhang Heng listened very carefully. After all, the humanoid translator Maggie is not necessarily available every day, not every day. Keep this good mood.

On the 2nd day, the female doctor took someone to visit a guerrilla who was good at skiing. This time she used a whole pack of cigarettes to get the other party to be a teacher for half a day. Zhang Heng skied a few times in the county near his hometown, and it was a little basic, so it was better than yesterday.

After 2 days, the impatient Maggie threw him aside and played by himself.

However, at this time, Zhang Heng was considered to have finished the course initially. In the vicinity, he found a place where no one was there to start practicing on his own. Fortunately, skiing, as long as you master the know-how and invest time, it will be effective. He touched a rough idea, but the rest was to explore from training and actual combat.

In particular, the cultivation of feel is actually practiced by constantly pulling the trigger.

However, he currently has only 70 rounds in his hand. Although he tried to save as much as possible in these 2 days, he still killed 40 rounds, an average of 20 rounds per day. This amount of training is really two minutes in the shooting hall.

But after playing, he did n’t even feel the tail of lv0. Zhang Heng did n’t know how to continue. He still had to set aside a certain amount of ammunition for the mission. Zhang Heng ’s expected number was 30. , At least 20 shots are left, he can only be a mascot if there is less.

In fact, even if you pull out ten more bullets, it doesn’t mean much.

Zhang Heng had no choice but to leave the camp. He could only get the bullets and exchange them with Ohdo. However, the valuable things on his body were evacuated by the group of Finnish guerrillas before he came.

Zhang Heng didn’t go to them afterwards because he knew it was meaningless to say that since those things fell in the hands of the people and wanted them to spit it out, it was not realistic.

However, the shooting practice he had just started was forced to end.

However, what made Zhang Heng didn’t expect was that he went to the place where he usually practiced on the morning of the 3rd day, but found a total of 3 bullets in 45 bullet boxes under a Bai Hua tree.

This place was selected by Zhang Heng himself, a little further away from the camp. He did not know why many of the guerrillas led by the submachine gun men that night had a vaguely hostile attitude towards him. He was still here. After a while, I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary troubles, so I chose a wood with few people to practice the gun.

As a result, didn’t expect picked up extra bullets here.

The appearance of these bullets has solved his current urgency to a certain extent. Zhang Heng looked at the leather bullet box in his hand and a thoughtful expression flashed in his eyes.

It is not a difficult thing to guess where this thing came from, because there is only one person in the entire camp who always has goodwill towards him.

Zhang Heng silently finished the 45 bullets in the woods. On the 2nd day morning, he saw another 3 boxes of bullets under the same tree. Apart from this, his mobile wallet, wood carving and lucky rabbit feet were beside him. Outside of a down jacket, basically everything he was stolen was basically here.

This time Zhang Heng did not practice guns anymore, but came to a hut. He reached for a knock and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a female doctor who seemed to have just yawned and said, “What’s the matter?” “

“Good morning, Miss Maggie, I’m here to find someone.” Zhang Heng knew that the female sniper lived with Maggie.

The female doctor was shuddered by the cold wind outside, tightening her collar and glancing back, “Hey, that guy came to you. I mean are you here or not?”

“………”

After half a minute, Maggie withdrew half of her body and let Zhang Heng walk in. The female child lay on the bed, covering the quilt tightly with her back to the door, only revealing a head, just like she was still sleeping.

The female doctor was polite and walked over to lift the quilt directly, revealing the neatly dressed female sniper below, “Simon, you know you can’t hide from your partner forever, right?”