48 Hours a Day

Often, plans never keep pace with change.

Zhang Heng waited for the sound of the gunfire to reach the initial point of exchange, minimizing the risk, but he did not expect that the accident would still occur. The first Soviet soldiers returned much earlier than expected.

At this time, regrets and complaints are pointless. Zhang Heng can only depress himself and flee in the opposite direction.

And as soon as he moved, he was spotted by Soviet soldiers.

At this time, it is necessary to exaggerate the Soviet logistics department. The winter war in the Soviet soldiers' uniforms is dominated by khaki colour. In the white snow, it is as bright as the gold tortoise in the land. It is difficult not to get shot, and the Soviet army's high casualty rate has nothing to do with this.

Zhang Heng did not have to look back to know that the Soviet soldiers must have loaded the gun. At this time, he had always insisted on using the long-run exercise pie. Soon after the outbreak, the distance was pulled apart, and there were tree blockages in the woods. Despite the gunshots coming from his ear, the bullets fell far from his body.

Zhang Heng did not dare to fall lightly. He ran all the way to the point where his strength was about to run out before stopping. He held a cedar tree and gasped for air.

He knew he was supposed to be safe for the time being, compared to those Soviet soldiers who weighed more than him, and he probably didn't have much energy left after a wave, so he shouldn't be able to catch up for a short time.

At this time, Zhang Heng opened the canvas backpack and examined the results of his own adventure. From top to bottom, he placed personal hygiene products, spare footcloth, tableware and combat rations… The footcloth is a special equipment of the Soviet Army, which can serve a certain warmth and reduce foot wear. As for combat rations, they are mainly made of black bread, and there are sausages and small bags of black tea made from meat.

In addition to this, Zhang Heng also found two boxes of beef cans and a lighter. These two things, especially the latter, were relatively rare in the Soviet Union, where light industry lagged behind at the time. Zhang Heng recalled the previous two corpses and found that there was a difference between them in clothing.

Another dead Soviet soldier doesn't seem to have a red five-star cuff, so it seems likely that the owner of the backpack is still an officer.

Unfortunately, the more expensive the bullet is on the battlefield, or the more likely an officer is to be the enemy's first target, the more the wretched bastard's face is hit with at least three or four bullets, the more impervious it is to death.

Zhang Heng avoided looking at the blurred face when stripping clothes, but anyway, he was quite satisfied with the harvest, at least solving the most pressing cold and supply problems of the moment.

Then he checked the gun in his hand, Chinese gun control was extremely strict, except that most people in some special professions only saw the corresponding props in the movie, Zhang Heng was no exception, he did not know the name of the gun, can barely see that it should be a revolver pistol with seven slots inside the revolver, however, had been shot twice before, now only five bullets with warheads left.

Zhang Heng realized that he was in such a hurry that he forgot to pick up the bullet on his belt with his gun.

But five rounds is better than nothing.

Unfortunately, in the movie only the hero loaded and pulled the trigger handsome lens, the real pistol structure is much more complicated, Zhang Heng swayed for a while, stunned I don't know how to take out those two empty cartridge shells, I can only put the pistol away first.

He opened the iron kettle and had a few sips of water, and his strength was restored.

Fearing that the souls of the Soviet soldiers behind them were not scattered, Zhang Heng did not make more stops and continued to tread deep into the woods until nightfall to determine that he was basically out of danger.

The view at night was poor, and the Soviet soldiers were not familiar in the forest, and the Finnish guerrillas, worried about the ghost, could not continue their search.

Zhang Heng also stopped and decided to eat something first and fix it.

He opened his backpack and took out a piece of black bread.

This bread originated in Germany and later passed to Eastern Europe and Russia. It was not really black, it was just the dark color of the grill. Don't underestimate this. In World War II, the staple food of the German and Soviet armies was black bread. According to the record, this thing saved at least 400,000 Soviet lives and sustained the combat power of nearly 10 million troops. Of course, the taste is another thing.

Zhang Heng cut a piece down with the knife in his bag to taste, it felt sour and salty, the taste was very rough, and as hard as the legend said, a little difficult to swallow. Good thing he also experienced a period of material shortage on the desert island. If the danger of war is not taken into account, the environment is still much better than the start of his first round.

The only trouble is that he can't make a fire. It's not a technical problem. Even without the lighter in the canvas backpack, Zhang Heng can make a fire. However, the light in the night is really too obvious. After all, it is because he is too strange to the forest. He is blinded by both the Soviet Army and the Finnish guerrillas.

Zhang Heng did not know from which side the enemy would emerge, or even whether he was now moving closer or further away from the war zone between the two sides. At this point, he realized how cruel reality was and how difficult it was for a person to survive this war.

The only thing that comforted him was the [moment of shadow] in his arms. The three-minute shadow state was his life-saving card. Unfortunately, there were only two opportunities. Zhang Heng did not intend to use it easily until the last moment.

He found a place where he could shelter from the wind and lay down in a military coat. He was frozen three times a night. In the history of Finland, the cold in the winter of 1939 seemed to be one of the top 10 places, and the absence of bonfires for heating was a serious test for anyone.

If it wasn't for the Soviet sheepskin uniform, Zhang Heng doubted that he could survive the night.

The next day the sun rose, he couldn't help but notice the danger. He picked up a few branches around him, raised a small fire with a lighter, warmed his hands and feet almost unconscious. There was still half a pot of water left in the kettle, but it had been completely frozen overnight.

Zhang Heng also threw the kettle to the fire and roasted the unknown sausage in the root backpack.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Heng Loved stood up in love and put out the fire with snow, while picking up the sausage on the shelf bit, probably because there was black bread on the bottom, the sausage taste was not as bad as imagined, inside... it's not common pork beef and lamb, but it can also be swallowed.

Zhang Heng ate bread and sausage while thinking about the next step, but unfortunately he didn't come up with a very good solution to his current situation until he finished his breakfast.

ps: Read the message that everyone was interested in yesterday's machine gun, a 7.62-mm Deyarov DP-28 class light machine gun, designed in 1926, equipped with the Soviet Army in 1928, which appeared in the winter war.

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