48 Hours a Day

The two pre-sunset attacks really panicked the Soviet troops, but that was not the end, and the nightmare really started when the night came.

Night vision dropped dramatically and the visibility became low, making it more difficult for guerrillas hiding in the forest to be spotted, while further weakening the Soviet army's firepower advantage.

After a whole day of marching, the vast majority of Soviet soldiers were already hungry. As usual, the troops should start cooking fire by now, but now there is a ghostly reaper nearby, and there are corpses that are not completely cooled down by their comrades, but nobody dares to light fire.

At that time, the inexperience of the commander was revealed. He had no idea whether the situation should be held hostage or whether to find a way out. At that time, other Finnish guerrillas arrived, and soon another group of people attacked the unlucky unit.

Finnish guerrillas with assault rifles flew past the forest on ski boards and fired wildly at low-morale Soviet soldiers. Their numbers were small, only about twenty, but they had great guts, appeared out of nowhere, came up full of fire, hit the other side of the street in a short stroke, plus the two machine gun squads on the Soviet side were taken off by Simon, and several Soviet soldiers who chased the duck on the shelf responded clearly slowly, waiting for them to turn their guns, the guerrillas had shot out the bullets in the drums, changed direction and glided to the depths of the woods again.

Only then did the Soviet forces react late, but only the last two guerrillas were unfortunately shot, one of them hit by a stray bullet in the head and rolled straight off the ski board, while the other was shot in the shoulder, shaking his body and eventually escaping.

Simon on the other side also set up his rifle and started harvesting while the guerrilla attack was over, adding eight more heads to her own kill record, while at the same time dropping the morale of the Soviet troops across the street to the bottom of the valley, not far from a complete collapse.

In just three minutes, more than 20 people were killed on the Soviet side, in addition to about 30 more wounded. Seven of them were completely incapable of fighting until dawn or not. The rest of them were still able to fight after being bandaged, but listening to the screams and screams of their comrades on the ground made them even more alarmed.

It was at a time of intense enemy spirit that the guerrillas did not continue to launch new offensives to avoid unnecessary casualties, lurking in the forest, like a patient predator, feeding on the prey in front of them.

While the Soviet army opposite still dominates numbers and weapons, in the eyes of partisans in white disguise, the force is already fish on an anvil, close to the Arctic Circle in Finland, where long nights provide partisans with a longer feeding time and allow them to easily swallow their huge prey, many times their size.

Zhang Heng and Simon retreated to a safe place, and they even had time for dinner, just because they couldn't light a fire, the food tasted pretty good.

Yet another while later, a strong figure stepping on a skateboard drew an elegant arc between the woods, carrying countless flying snowflakes that eventually stopped in front of the two of them.

Zhang Heng recognized the man who had taken him back to the camp with a sub-machine gun, and Zhang Heng later learned his name - Weiler, who was also the most hostile guerrilla in the camp.

He should have touched it along the contact mark Simon left along the way. Zhang Heng guessed that Weiler was coming to agree on the next round of offensive time with his daughter, but he first showed off his skiing skills and then Zhang Heng yang his assault rifle and looked provocative.

As a result, Simon, who had not responded to Zhang Heng himself, stood up first and grabbed the m28 in his hand, blocking it from someone like a little lion.

Weller's face suddenly turned ugly, hurrying off two sentences and stepping on the snowboard again.

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Zhang Heng's divine color is also a bit odd. The longer he finds himself with Simon, the stronger the feeling that the painting is wrong. In fact, Weiler is not too hard to cope with. He is the same color as Cheng Cheng who has a bad stomach. He belongs to the kind of kid who hasn't grown much in his psychological age.

At least for some time in the camp, he didn't look at Zhang Heng well, but he didn't do much. At best, he suddenly laughed aloud with his companions as the latter passed by, or walked around in someone's black down jacket. Sometimes he would stare at Zhang Heng, but as soon as Zhang Heng took the initiative to look away, he could get a sense of satisfaction.

Zhang Heng also later found out that this guy was married, and was the father of two children. His feelings for Simon were more like admiration and admiration. He was simply upset to see his idols clustered together with a suspicious guy.

So the right thing to do is to do nothing, and for a long time, he accepted the reality in front of him, and a wave of rage like Simon would provoke Weiler's rebellion.

But the girl is also kind, Zhang Heng certainly can not blame her, especially considering that the latter has been living with her grandfather in the mountains before, expressing her likes and dislikes more directly than the single-cell Weller.

In contrast, it was a woman doctor like Maggie who made Zhang Heng feel more difficult. He had no idea what the woman was thinking. She was like the best actor. Sometimes she couldn't help but believe her perfectly. Therefore, Zhang Heng kept a few caveats for Maggie.

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The guerrillas launched a third wave of offensive in 40 minutes.

The Finns played tricks again, not directly raiding Soviet positions this time, but by two snipers first, attracting most of the fire in the area, after which the guerrillas suddenly jumped from the other side and hit the opposite side in a surprise.

Simon, on the other hand, continues to play steadily, focusing on each other's machine gunners.

Even Zhang Heng secretly fired a few shots, but now the shooting rain on the battlefield, the target is far more than when he trained. He himself did not know where the shots had gone until a systematic tone came from his ear.

[Successfully killed an enemy with +5 Game Points, go to the character panel to see relevant information...]

Zhang Heng realized that he had hit someone. As for whether he was aiming at the target, only God knows.