48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng still can't figure out where he is right now, all he knows is that he's probably heading northwest.

He took a few breaks and relaxed. The good news is that the Soviet troops, big or small, did not meet again on the road. Zhang Heng guessed that they should be out of the war zone by now.

He walked for a while, feeling that someone had patted him on the shoulder, and stopped, finding a clean stone and putting the masked sniper behind him there.

Although the expression on the latter's face was not visible, Zhang Heng could still read from his grey pupils that he should be in pain by now. His abdomen was getting more and more bloody. Although it was easy to move on Zhang Heng's body before, he was also very shaky, although he kept biting his teeth without opening.

It was temporarily safe for him to let someone put him down.

Zhang Heng's heart rose with a bad feeling. He weighed around and found that the place they were still in was the wilderness.

His original expectation was that a masked sniper would lead him to the guerrilla battalion and, if not, other companions. His injuries were so serious that his life would be in danger if he was not healed quickly.

But looking at the latter, I'm afraid it won't last long. If he dies halfway, even if Zhang Heng can find the guerrilla camp in the end, he'll only be eating guns.

He didn't care about the danger at this time. First he picked up some firewood and raised a pile of fire, so that the masked sniper could keep warm, then boiled some snow water to get in front of the latter. The masked sniper hesitated and finally unmasked the white cloth mask on his face.

But when she took off the mask, Zhang Hengzheng was stunned. I didn't think that the brilliant and fearless sniper was actually a blonde girl, and I'm afraid she was only very young, thinking that she was constantly pulling the trigger on the battlefield to harvest the cold posture of life. Zhang Hengzheng had difficulty connecting that scene with the face in front of her.

He suddenly remembered that Finland had confronted the powerful Soviet Union with a population of 3 million during the winter war, and that the rate of war mobilization throughout the country was still higher than in later Japan and Germany, which had done almost everything they could to expel the aggressors from their land, shooting up the last bullet in the barrel.

It's a real bunch of warriors.

Zhang Heng watched the female sniper drink a few sips of hot water, and he roasted two more sausages on the fire pile, but then saw her shake her head.

At one time neither of us knew what to say.

Zhang Heng is now somewhat confused. It is obviously difficult for the female sniper's injuries to continue to move. In the end, the reality is different from that of the movie. After being shot, the main character in the movie can take the bullet out of his body by hand, but no one will actually take the bullet on the real battlefield.

The infection, on the one hand, and the haemorrhage caused by the opening of the wound, on the other, was fatal, especially in view of the fact that she had lost a lot of blood along the way and that the situation was not optimistic.

Zhang Heng had to reconsider his current situation to take the risk of staying here to take care of her or to continue walking alone.

Mainly because the two people are now speechless, they can only have some simple exchanges through gestures. Zhang Heng is not clear how far away they are from the guerrilla positions, or even whether they are moving in the direction of the guerrillas.

He looked at the female sniper beside him, who was calm, but Zhang Heng did not see how she could survive the immediate crisis, or whether she had lost sight of life and death.

Zhang Heng hopes to be the former, but for the moment it seems that the latter is more likely.

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The night soon arrived, Zhang Heng eventually did not have a choice to leave. After dinner, he picked up some dry branches around him, added them to the campfire to keep the temperature, poured out half of what was in the backpack, made pillows under the neck of the female sniper, and after doing all this, began to explore the rifle in his hand, trying to fill, load and aim.

He did not like killing, but in war he had to learn how to protect himself, although he was well aware that if he really met the Soviet Army, he could hardly even count as a rookie shooter, but that was not an excuse to give up his efforts and do nothing.

The female sniper looked at him silently on the other side. Sometimes Zhang Heng felt that she was not human but more like a piece of wood, because only wood could remain calm forever, regardless of the emotional fluctuations experienced.

At night, only the bonfire is still beating.

Zhang Heng manipulated the rifle in her hand for a while and turned around and found that the female sniper's face was slightly wrong. Her skin was pale and her lips were barely bloody, but her forehead was full of sweat and her body was still shaking slightly.

Zhang Heng touched her limbs and found her body temperature to be very low.

The loss of blood took away a lot of heat from her body, especially hemoglobin in red blood cells, which normally carried energy and oxygen to feed her body, and now the number of red blood cells is falling, the body's oxygen supply is insufficient, even the body temperature is falling, and the body's inability to heat the covered clothes is useless.

If blood transfusions can be relieved in hospitals, but now in the wilderness, there is not much that can be done.

Zhang Heng had no other choice but to take off his clothes and act as a source of heat for the human body, so that the two bodies could stick together as much as possible, and then cover the outer coat to keep warm.

The female sniper was somewhat sophisticated, but she did not resist at a time when her life was at stake.

Zhang Heng doesn't have any sense of indifference. Both of them haven't bathed for many days. The sweat and blood on their bodies is enough to deflate all their desires, not to mention the wrapped chest cloth in front of the girl.

The distance between them is now closer than a couple in love, yet they don't know each other's names yet, they can't even ask, so they can only remain silent.

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Zhang Heng could find a way to maintain the body temperature for the female sniper, but could not help the latter recover the lost blood.

Over time, the situation of girls has become worse, breathing has become more rapid and the pulse has become faster.

Zhang Heng had a hunch that she might not last the night, but at this point he heard other voices.

Before the night arrived, Zhang Heng sprayed some dry branches on the surrounding snow using Bell's method to teach him to act as a security trap, and that was the sound of the dry branches being broken.

Zhang Heng heard the sound rushing to a clever man, jumping from the ground, reaching for the rifle beside him, but he did not expect that someone had touched him, beside the campfire, a Finnish guerrilla half squatting on the ground, pointing cold at him with a sub-machine gun.