48 Hours a Day

[Discover a Finnish guerrilla stronghold with +5 game points, go to the character panel to see relevant information...]

When Zhang Hengwang went to the cabins in the forest, there was also a system tone in his ears.

But he didn't have time to take a closer look, and the muzzle was on his back.

The Finnish guerrillas with guns were the ones who had touched the campfire earlier, and Zhang Heng was pretty sure that they did have a strong desire to pull the trigger at the time.

However, the female sniper beside him shouted something and he finally gave up the idea, but the gunshot did not move away from Zhang Heng's body. When the rest of his companions arrived, another person watched him together, and the rest went to cut off the branches and made a stretcher to lift the injured female sniper to the top.

Finnish guerrillas with sub-machine guns threw the Soviet uniform on the ground at Zhang Heng naked, but snapped his down jacket. Zhang Hengsheng did not say much. He wore the sheepskin uniform in silence.

He could see that the Finnish guerrillas did not believe him and did not kill him immediately in the face of the female sniper, who was not well off and was still alive and dead.

Fortunately, the Finnish guerrillas took care of their own people and judged that the female snipers were in dire need of medical attention, and they immediately took someone with them on the road without delay.

However, an hour and a half later, the female sniper on the stretcher fell into a coma, and for another hour the crowd finally returned to their positions.

Two Finnish guerrillas walked quickly into one cabin with stretchers on their left, Zhang Heng was kept in a separate cabin. He weighed around. This should be a firewood room, stacked with chopped firewood everywhere.

Zhang Heng entered the gate and was locked. The guerrillas searched him. Not only did his down jacket and captured rifle and backpack disappear, but even his cell phone and wallet were taken away.

Zhang Heng saw several Finnish guerrillas passing his Huawei cell phone curiously through the gap in the wooden room, but these 1930s dirt buns didn't even know to turn on, where they touched for half a day, stunned that no one could start, and others were curiously kowtowing to the tree with their cell phones.

However, by contrast, his wallet is quite popular. In fact, even Yiwu's small factory made local stalls in this era is an absolute boutique, not to mention Zhang Hengna's wallet is worth hundreds of dollars, and these people robbed him, and his down jacket has been worn by the guy with the assault rifle, but the latter's body is obviously more beautiful, and the down jacket is held up like a tight suit.

Strangely, however, nobody touched the starfish on his wrist, which should be worth a fortune, but the guerrillas didn't seem to notice it at all.

Zhang Heng later found that the site was quite large. It should have been reconstructed by the original logging yard. It was difficult to find it in the deep mountain forest. There were only seven guerrillas he saw. At this point in his sleep, it is estimated that there are still many people lying in the house.

Also at night, when the guerrillas were the most active, they often attacked while the Soviet soldiers were the most tired. Zhang Heng had seen a documentary. The Finnish guerrillas interviewed said that the morale of many Soviet troops had subsequently collapsed completely. Several soldiers sat in front of the campfire and saw that their comrades had been hit by bullets without moving, as if they were completely numb.

Based on the number of houses, the camp is likely to have 40 or 50 people. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng stopped looking. He found a place in the corner to curl up and close his eyes.

He didn't wait too long, and about twenty minutes later, the wooden door in front of him opened again and walked in with two guerrillas.

This time they no longer pointed a gun at someone, but the attitude was clear: it was not an invitation, it was an order.

Zhang Heng certainly won't find himself uncomfortable, and the letterhead will stand up and follow them to the other room next door.

Unlike the previous firewood room, it's more like a living room, but in addition to a wooden bed, there are tables and chairs and a fireplace, and a man with a little moustache sits behind the square table, and he sees a map of Heng walking in and stashing it open on the table, and he makes a gesture for you to sit down.

Zhang Heng sat in the chair opposite him and guessed that the other party might be the commander of this guerrilla group.

But besides that, there is another person in the room, standing behind his back in front of the window smoking cigarettes, Zhang Heng can't see her, can only roughly tell that she is a woman, she may be 30 or 40 years old.

When Zhang Heng sat down and said something, Zhang Heng could only shake his head, “Sorry, I don't speak Finnish. ”

He repeated the phrase in Chinese, English and Japanese, but unfortunately the moustache obviously didn't understand it. His face became a little impatient. At this point, the woman who smoked suddenly asked in English, "Are you a Soviet spy? ”

This is the first person Zhang Heng has been able to communicate with in so many days. He is also relieved. What he is most worried about is not being able to talk to the guerrillas from beginning to end, so that his situation becomes completely uncontrolled, like now he can at least defend himself.

“Clemente Voroshirov may be foolish, but he shouldn't be foolish enough to send a Chinese man who doesn't speak Finnish to spy. ”

“It's hard to tell, after all, that some people these days can't even tell the difference between bread and bombs.” The woman strangled the cigarette butt and turned around.

Her eyebrows are very stylish, and she should be a beauty in her youth. No, she should be a beauty now, and some people have the power to overcome time.

She stopped tangling with the problem and looked at the moustache, who smiled and walked out of the cabin.

“Archie is not a bad guy, but this is an extraordinary time, after all, and he needs to be accountable to these guys who work for him. ”

“I understand.” Zhang Hengdao.

“No, you can't, and I can't," the woman sits down, "his country is being invaded, and he's willing to do everything to protect her, even go to hell, listen to the kid,” and she's talking and smoking a cigarette out of a cigarette box, "and as you can see, I'm British, volunteering here, unlike those guys out there, and I don't want to see anything bad happen, so you have to tell me the truth before I can figure out a way to help you. ”

Zhang Heng saw a glimmer of spring light from her forward leaning collar. He had to admit that the woman's methods were too powerful. If he really was a Soviet spy, he would have had to admit it in such an offensive.

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

Though he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he was really just the most out-of-the-box man for the war.

ps: With regard to the context of the conversation about bread and bombs in the text, the Soviet Air Force carried out a massive air strike against the Finnish capital Helsinki on the first day of the war, and in the face of accusations from international public opinion, the Soviet Foreign Minister, Molotov, argued: "We did not bomb Finland, we are simply dropping bread on hungry people.” So the Finns gave a nickname to the bomb dropped by the Soviet Air Force, called Molotov bread.