48 Hours a Day

Maggie took Zhang Heng to meet the camp logistician responsible for the distribution of weapons, an old crippled hunter and part-time cook. Zhang Heng's previous breakfast was his craftsmanship.

Maggie hugged her and quickly explained her intentions in Finnish, handing over half a packet of cigarettes. The latter looked at Zhang Heng next to her and nodded barely, taking the cigarettes and walking into the cabin behind her.

“In a moment, O'Hector will show you how to use a rifle. He's been an old hunter for decades. He's experienced. You can ask him any questions you want, and I'll translate them for you. ”

Zhang Heng picked out his eyebrows, and by accident, Maggie didn't look like such a kind person who liked to meddle.

“It's the kid who asked me to.” The latter had no intention of concealing either, shrugging her shoulders, "I couldn't help but have cigarettes and thanks to the child, so it was difficult for me to refuse her request, so let's just call it debt repayment.” The female doctor paused and looked at someone in the face, and the divine color became a little suspicious. “Listen to Seppo. When they found you, you were...”

“ ………… ”

Zhang Heng finally encountered a question he couldn't answer at all. At the time, he had no other choice. However, even if he explained it, no one would believe it, so he had to remain silent.

Good thing O'Hardo came out of the house and threw a rifle at him.

“The M28 in your hand has been modified using the Mohsinagan M1891 as a template. The craftsmanship and shooting accuracy are stronger than the original version. Now the guerrilla weapons are scarce and you better not lose them.” Maggie finally turned the subject around and did her own translation work, "in addition to that, O'Hector also assigned you seventy rounds of ammunition, noting that this is not just for your practice, but also for the first time you went out on a mission, so my advice is not to run out of ammunition. ”

The female doctor paused and went on, "After that, you can come here every time before you go on a mission to collect 40 rounds, if you want more, you can only touch them from the bodies of the Soviets, or you can exchange valuable loot items like seized guns, medicines, if you can get a T26 tank back, then congratulations, the entire camp armory will be open for you. ”

Maggie was saying that several guerrillas walked in with a Maxim heavy machine gun and looked as though they had just returned to the camp, winning all the battles before, seeing a female doctor and a bold whistle.

Zhang Hengmei stepped aside and watched as they carried the heavy machine gun into the house.

O'Hector also wrote down something in his own little book.

When the excited guerrillas left, he finally started explaining how to use the sniper rifle for Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng listened very carefully. After all, Maggie's human translator is not necessarily available every day, and he is not in such a good mood every day.

The next day, the female doctor took someone to visit a skiing guerrilla, and this time she traded a pack of cigarettes for a half-day teacher. Zhang Heng slipped through the snow a few times in the county near his hometown, a little bit of a foundation, so it was better than yesterday's performance.

Two days later, impatient Maggie left him to play by himself.

At this time, however, Zhang Heng also finished the course initially. He found a spot nearby where no one else would start practicing. It's fair to say that once he mastered the know-how and invested time, it would be effective, but shooting would be more cumbersome. In theory, he did have a rough idea, but the rest was to find out from training and actual battle.

Especially the cultivation of the hand, is actually constantly pulling the trigger to practice.

However, he now has only seventy rounds in his hand, and even though he tried to save as much as he could on those two days, he lost forty rounds, an average of twenty rounds a day, which would have been two minutes in the shooting theater.

But after the fight, he doesn't even touch the tail of LV0. Zhang Heng doesn't know how to continue. He also has to set aside a certain amount of ammunition to be used in the mission. Zhang Heng's expected number is 30, at least he needs to have 20 rounds left. If not, he can only be a mascot.

But actually, it doesn't really make much sense to pick up ten more bullets.

Zhang Heng had no choice. He was unable to leave the camp now. He could only exchange bullets for Ohdo. However, the valuable items on his body were given away by the Finnish guerrillas before they arrived.

Zhang Heng did not go to them after that because he knew very well that it made no sense to say anything. Since those things were in the hands of those people, it was not realistic to want them to spit out again.

But then his firing exercise, which had just begun, would be forced to end.

However, Zhang Heng did not expect that on the third morning he went to the place where he normally practiced, but found three cartridges under a birch tree with a total of 45 rounds.

This place was chosen by Zhang Heng himself, a little further away from the camp, he did not know why many of the guerrillas led by the assault gun man had a hidden hostility towards him that night. He also stayed here for a while, did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble, so he chose a woodland where nobody practiced guns himself.

Turns out I didn't expect to find an extra bullet here.

The bullets appeared to somewhat solve his current eyebrow burning rush, Zhang Heng staring at the leather cartridge in his hand, flashing a thoughtful color in his eyes.

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

Zhang Heng silently finished the 45 rounds in the woods, and the next morning he saw another three boxes of bullets under the same tree, besides his cell phone wallet, wooden carving and lucky rabbit feet, basically everything he had been searched for except that down jacket was here.

This time Zhang Heng did not practice guns anymore, but came to a cabin, he reached out and knocked on the door, the door was opened by a female doctor, the latter seemed to have just woken up, while hitting the side of the road, "What is it? ”

“Good morning, Miss Maggie, I'm here looking for someone.” Zhang Heng knew that the female sniper lived with Maggie.

The female doctor was shaken by the cold wind outside the door and pulled her neck back and looked, “Hey, that guy came to see you. I mean, are you there or not? ”

“ ………… ”

Half a minute later, Maggie let Zhang Heng walk in with her half body behind her back. The girl lay in bed and covered her quilt in the direction of the gate, revealing only one back head, as if she were still asleep.

The female doctor walked over and lifted the quilt, revealing the neatly dressed female sniper underneath, "Simon, you know you can't hide from your partner forever, right? ”