48 Hours a Day

Apart from focusing her main energies on exercising shooting, Zhang Heng did not let go, but the latter did not go so smoothly. Simon's skiing skills, though good, were far less than her shooting skills, and her injuries were not good enough to lift her body right now, and she was unable to exercise vigorously, so most of her body could only sit quietly and watch Zhang Heng practice herself.

Maggie only stayed two days in front of her, and then she couldn't resist this boring translation job.

However, the communication between Zhang Heng and Simon is also basically limited to learning. Even if the language is incomprehensible, later words can be understood by comparison. Of course, more often than not, the two remain silent.

Zhang Heng practiced shooting on one side and Simon watched on the other.

A snowflake fell from the tip of the tree and she couldn't help but sneeze.

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In addition to that, Zhang Heng discovered that Simon had begun to learn English. She asked Maggie to be a teacher, and the first sentence she learned was, "Can you kiss me?"

When he woke up in the morning to brush his teeth, Zhang Heng almost didn't swallow the mouthwash. Later he realized that what Simon was trying to say was just good morning and that Maggie was teasing her intentionally.

Zhang Heng also had the idea of learning Finnish before. After all, being able to communicate freely with people is not a bad thing.

But Finnish consonants, long words, rich vowels, very complex grammar, belong to one of several cold-door languages that is extremely difficult to learn, and he and the previous copy were different, and his shooting and skiing skills must be upgraded as soon as possible, with less time for language learning.

Of course, although systematic learning is unlikely, some commonly used terms can still be surprised, especially tactical terms such as fire, ceasefire, retreat, cover, and some more frequent words in everyday life... Zhang Heng also does not want to be able to connect into a complete sentence, as long as he can express his meaning and be understood, which simplifies learning difficulties.

So the busiest people in the camp are now Maggie, teaching Simon English while turning around to teach someone Finnish.

However, Zhang Heng did have plenty of time. From a man outside the door who had never touched a gun to now, he had a certain degree of shooting accuracy. At the same time, he was able to trample a sled across the woods. Progress was still quite significant. Although not comparable to real guerrillas, Maggie came to see it several times and was surprised at how fast he was progressing.

This is certainly inseparable from Simon's personal guidance, but Zhang Heng doesn't know whether or not he has some talent for aiming because of his previous practice shooting arrows. Unfortunately, his desire to stay here and paint both shooting and skiing to LV1 before going out is doomed to disappoint. What should have happened just on the thirteenth day of his arrival at the guerrilla camp still happened.

Simon's injuries are almost right. In fact, if it wasn't for taking care of Zhang Heng, she might have left the camp two or three days in advance, only to give someone more training time she had deliberately stayed for another time.

However, the day the guerrillas received information from nearby villagers that a Soviet army was marching fast not far from them, and Captain Mustache had assembled all the guerrillas in the camp to eat the Soviet army. Naturally, no one had a problem with that, and Simon had applied for action.

Zhang Heng did not attend this military meeting, but he could feel the excitement of the guerrillas around him. They wiped their weapons over and over again, checked their backpacks, and gathered together to discuss what was happening. The atmosphere in the camp was obviously different. Even lunch at noon was much richer than usual. Simon told someone that they had a mission in English, which he had just learned from Maggie.

Zhang Heng replied yes to Simon in equally lame Finnish.

After eating, the two men went to Ojedor to collect bullets and four days of dry food, in addition to Zhang Heng received a disguise to stop wearing khaki-coloured Soviet uniforms like live targets.

It is certainly not possible to say that there is no tension at all.

After all, he was about to go to war. Unlike the Finnish guerrillas around him, Zhang Heng had no resentment or conflict of interest with the Soviet soldiers, but the two sides were soon to meet each other. Perhaps this was the cruelty of the war, and everyone in it was trapped by the floods of the times.

Zhang Heng stuffed his personal hygiene products and a roll of hemostatic bandages in his backpack and separated them from the dried meat and vegetables. Simon was still worried about his mental state and had been looking at someone while packing things, but seeing as the latter was not too different during her usual training, she gradually relieved herself.

Zhang Heng knows very well that this is not a warm study, it is not a sunny library in the afternoon, and can sit quietly on the sofa for human reflection. Once on the battlefield, except for Desmond Dawes, there are only two options for most people.

- Killed or killed.

It's not about morality, it's just about survival.

Zhang Heng put the ski board on his back and the M28, Simon had already stood outside the door waiting for him, hesitated after seeing someone, then gave him a brief hug for less than a second with some clumsy moves, opened his mouth and bit his tongue, “Don't worry, I'll protect you. ”

This feeling is a little strange. After all, Zhang Heng was the first time in his life that he heard a girl say something like this to himself, and even stranger, he found himself difficult to refute, and eventually nodded his head, “Me too. ”

The two men did not leave with the other guerrilla members of the camp because Simon had always been used to acting alone. She was alone when she was a child hunting in the mountains, and did not join the guerrilla team, this time to save Zhang Hengcai's designation of the latter as her partner.

But she still doesn't get along very well, she just stumbles forward and keeps about a meter between them.

In the evening, Zhang Heng shouted at Simon and began to prepare dinner. After a year and a half of living on the desert island, his cooking standards had improved. Especially when handling simple ingredients, he often had unexpected and good play, so he took the initiative to set fire and assumed the responsibility of cooking.

Simon stayed there when he saw the campfire. He didn't know what he was thinking. His face was red and he was just sitting there quietly, but now he's getting a little restless, so he gestures to Zhang Heng to patrol the area.

This is not really a good excuse, they just left the main battalion, quite a few miles from the Soviet Army, and I'm afraid there are no other creatures within a few dozen miles of each other besides those leaping through the woods, but maybe that's why Simon feels even more embarrassed.