48 Hours a Day

With more than two dozen more people lost and the commander killed in the war, the morale of the Soviet army collapsed prematurely, with some laying down their weapons and begging for forgiveness on their knees, while others turned to flee.

The guerrillas left only a few men to watch over the guys who surrendered with their hands raised, while the rest dispersed and continued to pursue and shoot the deserters in the woods.

Zhang Heng was not interested in this kind of thing, but he knew that the first battle belonged to him. His attitude towards these Soviet soldiers would also determine the attitude of the guerrillas towards him. Therefore, Zhang Heng followed him with a cold gun, mainly to help solve the enemies who were still resisting in the negative corner, and, by the way, also to exercise his shooting skills in action.

Half an hour later, the fighting ended completely. In addition to the unknown whereabouts of seven Soviet soldiers who had fled into the mountains, the rest were either captured or shot, and the Soviet army could be said to have been completely killed, while the price paid by the guerrillas was only two dead, one seriously wounded and four slightly wounded.

In addition to the guy who got hit in the head during the first wave of raids, one of the two people who died was too carelessly killed by deserters in the pursuit. Although the following guerrillas arrived to sieve the Soviet soldiers who fired, the dead companions could not be saved.

When the gunfire came down Weiler began to take people to inspect the battlefield, take stock of the loot, and several guerrillas turned over and picked up the bodies excitedly. Obviously, they had become accustomed to all of this. Opposing the Soviet prisoners on the other side was disquieting, not knowing what fate awaited them.

There was a clear agreement in the Geneva Conventions on the treatment of prisoners of war, but unfortunately the Soviet Union had not acceded to them in World War II, and even if it did, it would be of little use. Zhang Heng had never seen a prisoner in a guerrilla camp.

It is not possible to support prisoners of war at that point of the guerrillas, nor to send others to the rear at a time of intense fighting. In the case of this prisoner, for example, there are almost forty people, who need at least four or five guerrillas to escort them, and also to deal with the wounded among them, considering the possibility of colliding with other Soviets on the road, as well as the possibility of prisoners fleeing resistance, which is obviously not compensable.

In fact, guerrillas have pulled those two carriages with Maxine heavy machine guns.

Looking at the gunpoint of the black hole, the Soviet soldiers who were squatting on the ground panicked, but their weapons had been taken away, and it was too late to even try to resist.

Zhang Heng didn't look any further. He didn't touch the scattered guns or the captives' watches or anything of value. He just stuffed the rifle bullets he had picked up in his backpack and then left with Simon.

Shortly after they had taken off, they had heard machine-gun fire coming from behind them, accompanied by screams from Soviet soldiers, but not for too long, and the forest had returned to silence.

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Probably because of the two battles that I encountered when I first met Simon, Zhang Heng wasn't facing this flesh and blood scene for the first time. His performance was unexpected by many people. The first battle, though not surprising, did not at least drag the guerrillas behind their legs. He acted calmly from beginning to end without making any mistakes.

So when we got back to the camp, the guerrillas who were supposed to see him less comfortable changed his mind a lot. They stopped treating him like air. Everyone remembered how they were performing when they first walked into the battlefield. Many people found themselves less than Zhang Heng, so a lot of guerrillas, besides Weiler and his best friend, started gradually admitting this yellow-skinned comrade.

The guerrillas wiped out an infantry company of the Soviet Army, but only two were killed on their own, and the seriously wounded were saved by Maggie. The battle could be described as a great victory, with a good harvest, with more than a dozen light machine guns seized, and two heavy machine guns, countless rifles and ammunition, which also solved the troubles of recent times in Ojedo.

The camp now has a high morale, Weiler and several other young men racing their wrists naked in the snow and the others surrounded themselves, drinking and betting.

Zhang Heng pushed away the firewood room where he lived and found that there was a new wooden bed inside, in addition to which there were some household items.

“What, aren't you going to join us?” When Maggie appeared at the door, like a ghost, leaning against the wooden door and lighting a cigarette, she had just stitched the wound for a wounded man, with blood on her cuffs, and tried to nod in the direction of the excited guerrillas outside.

“No.” Zhang Heng politely refused.

“Do you think they'll die in the fire sooner or later because there's not much time left? ”

“ ………… ”

Zhang Heng did not know how to answer, and must be careful when talking to female doctors. This woman's intuition is terrible.

“Afraid of what? Isn't that what the whole of Europe thinks now?” Maggie shakes the ashes on her fingertips, "please, as long as she's not a fool, she can see who's going to win this war, but it's all afterwards, and since she's in it, the most important thing is to have fun in time. ”

Zhang Heng couldn't resist, perhaps because he was the only one who knew the ending well in advance, it was difficult to feel too much joy from this victory. After all, unlike these Finns' goals, he did not care about the victory or defeat of the war, only to think about how to survive in this cruel environment.

“Always, Archie, let me give you a message. Good job.” Maggie refers to the living things at the bedside, "the guerrillas have always been nice to their own people. Since you've joined us, naturally you can't be too hard on yourself. I was going to let you live with other people, but I think you prefer to be alone. ”

“It's fine here, no need to change places. ”

Living with guerrillas doesn't mean much, everyone can't speak to each other, and can't communicate with each other. It's better to stay clean. Not to mention, Zhang Heng is still used to getting up early for guns and running, which can cause unnecessary trouble to others.

Maggie nodded and said one more word and slipped away.

Zhang Heng leaned against the corner of the wall, opened the backpack, and poured out the bullets inside. This was his biggest gain in this battle. A total of 513 bullets were filled with two backpacks. Enough for him to train for a while. After seeing Simona's divine hyperspectral shooting, Zhang Heng also had a stronger desire to improve his shooting skills.

For a sniper, distance often also means safety.