48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng had done everything he could. He could not get involved in the next battle. He could only squat behind the tree and wait for the results.

The whole battle went faster than he thought.

As soon as the masked sniper had a gun in his hand, it took less than 40 seconds to wipe out the remaining three Soviet soldiers. When the gunfire stopped, Zhang Heng also stepped out from behind the tree.

The masked sniper still held the revolver tightly, but the color of the gun eased, at least not pointing it at someone anymore.

Zhang Heng also approached to notice that there was blood on each other's clothes. It seems that the previous round of shooting still did not completely escape him.

This caused Zhang Hengxin to sink. He encountered someone in the forest who was not too hostile to him. He also tried to get the other party to take him behind the front. If the masked sniper died here like this, his previous efforts would be wasted.

Zhang Heng first picked up his cell phone, turned off the alarm, there were a lot of warheads on that floor, luckily not a single shot fell on the screen of the phone, then he removed a few backpacks from the dead Soviet soldiers, Zhang Hengwon's original backpack was almost consumed, the rest before he fell on the ground, he looked at the masked sniper beside him, the latter shook his head, but his eyes fell on the bullet box between the waist of the body.

Zhang Heng took two boxes off his armed belt and threw them at him.

The masked sniper immediately replaced the bullet for his rifle.

He then stood up with his stomach covered, struggling from the ground. There had just been two consecutive battles, and the gunfire was likely to attract more enemies and he had to leave as soon as possible.

Zhang Heng picked up a backpack on his back, then picked up a rifle to defend himself, walked to the masked sniper and tried to help each other, but somehow when his hand touched the masked sniper's body, the latter showed some resistance, his shoulder trembled slightly, and his subconscious threw someone's hand away from him.

Zhang Heng frowned, now is not the time to be strong, he needs the help of the other party to guide him to live in this forest, but without his help masked sniper this injury is difficult to escape, the two are now like grasshoppers on a rope, only by working together will it be possible to overcome the current difficult situation.

The masked sniper probably also wanted to understand this, so he didn't refuse someone's kindness anymore, let Zhang Heng lift one of his arms, pointed in the direction, and the two of them walked over there together.

Along the way, Zhang Heng saw the bodies of a number of Soviet soldiers and a chariot still burning, in addition to some Finnish guerrillas in white disguise, which showed how much the Soviet soldiers hated these Finnish guerrillas, many of whom were sieved, and destroyed Zhang Hengzhong's dream of changing his coat.

If someone saw them at this time, they'd find the combination strange, and a yellow man in a Soviet uniform holding a Finnish guerrilla, seemed out of place in this smoky forest.

Zhang Heng gauged the surrounding scene, and his heart was silent.

Although he had also seen some bodies on the side of the road in the past few days and heard some gunshots, they were only small-scale fighters, this time apparently a relatively large-scale military operation, the previous distant exchange of fire did not last long, and it was now likely that it was just a trap, attracting back the surrounding Soviet soldiers, while Finnish guerrillas like masked snipers had the opportunity to ambush the road.

They took advantage of the high mobility brought about by snowboarding, bypassing the forest, retreating at one stroke, and making little stops, so the bodies of Soviet soldiers were often everywhere during the First World War, presenting a wide variety of death forms.

A lot of things, being in the field and seeing special effects in movies, are totally different feelings.

When Zhang Heng realized he was in the winter war, he had some psychological preparedness, but he still felt a little uncomfortable watching the scene.

Not only because of the intense sensory shocks and irritations, but also because of the natural vigilance of the primitive nature displayed by human society after tearing the veil down below.

Zhang Heng looked at the masked sniper around his eyes, and he obviously had adapted to all this. In the face of this purgatory scene, he was calm. There was no flux in his eyes.

The two men walked all the way and encountered two small groups of Soviet troops, but because of the earlier discovery, they all avoided the past without risk. In addition to this, they encountered a single Soviet soldier. His comrade should have been killed by the guerrillas. He was the only one who escaped, completely broke his mind, lost his weapons backpack and everything. He was barefoot. If he could not find the troops, he would not have survived in the ice.

Zhang Heng looked at the direction of his escape relatively far away, so he didn't intend to take care of the guy, but the next moment he heard a gunshot in his ear.

The masked sniper did not know when to release the hand covering the wound and unload the rifle on his back.

When the gunshot sounded, the barefoot Soviet soldier in the distance became stiff and eventually fell under a Nordic pine.

Zhang Heng looked at the masked sniper, who also looked at him, and his eyes didn't blink.

“ ………… ”

Zhang Heng doesn't know what to say at this time. The Japanese invasion of China in exchange for his position as a masked sniper is also expected to be fired. After all, for these Finnish guerrillas, what they are doing now is fighting the aggressor and defending their country, so he is not qualified to accuse each other.

But with such a torment, the two of them would have to look away from danger and face enemies who might be attracted to the sound of gunfire.

Zhang Heng undoubtedly didn't want to see this situation, but complaining at this time is pointless, not to mention that even if he wanted to complain to the other party, he couldn't understand what he was saying, rather than wasting his mouth thinking about what else he could do.

Zhang Heng's eyes fell on the ski board behind the masked sniper.

Five minutes later, he shifted the weight of both men onto the skis, held them in his hand with a rope, and then squatted down in front of the hard-won masked sniper, who realized what he wanted to do. This time, it was rare to cooperate and lay honestly on someone's back.

Zhang Heng rose up, slightly unexpected, the other person weighed a lot less than he thought, most likely just a hundred kilos.

But he didn't think much, so that the two of them could finally move a little faster. The only downside was that his strength was also draining quickly and he could only last about 20 minutes, which was good enough to get out of the danger zone.