48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng dressed up and followed the female doctor to Lieutenant Little Beard's residence, who was cutting a cigar with a knife and saw someone grinning enthusiastically, "Welcome, friend of the Finnish people! Freedom fighter! My yellow-skinned comrade! ”

Zhang Heng sat in the opposite seat. He had not had much contact with the guerrilla commander for more than two months. The last time he sat here or just arrived at the camp, he left without saying a word. The female doctor came to communicate with him, but this time, for some reason, he was deliberately called again.

Ensign Mustache set aside the cut cigar and grabbed a bottle of vodka from under the table, which had previously been seized by the guerrillas when they attacked a Soviet supply team transporting military supplies and had already been drunk in half, but the remaining half.

Maggie took out three cups, poured them in sequence, Lieutenant Beard lifted one of them and said, “I've always wanted to thank you for everything you've done for more than two months, fighting alongside us at the most difficult times to help us defend our country, but unfortunately you are not a real Finnish soldier, otherwise you should be able to get a lot of military service in your performance. ”

Zhang Heng drank vodka with him and waited quietly for each other.

Shortly afterwards, Lieutenant Mustache continued, "You should also know that now that the war is coming to an end, what are you going to do when the war is over? ”

Zhang Heng roughly estimated that he should have about a month left until the end of the truce, so far his points have been gradually scored 23 points, in addition to the initial "discovery of guerrilla strongholds”, “killing an enemy army”, using the "Molotov cocktail to destroy a tank”, “killing enemy officers” … and even the unimaginable achievement of "capturing 10 shell lighters”.

The main task of surviving in Finland for 20 days has been accomplished even earlier, so theoretically he doesn't have to stay here anymore. If possible, Zhang Hengcheng would rather go to England or the United States to take a look around. Especially the latter, a country that was relatively safe in World War II, basically fought overseas and was not attacked locally, assuming of course that the guerrillas would release him, but now that the war is over, the guerrillas do not seem to have reason to leave him.

However, Zhang Heng said that he intends to return home, which is what he was prepared to say a long time ago.

Second Lieutenant Beard and the female doctor glanced at each other and then dropped the cup in their hands and held the cigar in their mouths, "We've fought side by side before, so I just said what I had to say, of course we would always choose to trust you and treat you like you're one of us, but unfortunately some people don't seem to think so. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“The last time you were in the camp, you were seen by the soldiers responsible for transporting ammunition to the guerrillas," Ensign Mustache lit a cigar, discretionary language, "… some feared that you knew too much and would talk nonsense after you left. ”

“Like what? ”

The way in which the guerrillas treated prisoners of war, for example, "the female doctor took a sip of the cigar handed over by Ensign Mustache," we simply did what had to be done in this situation, but once it was communicated, it could have some negative international public opinion implications, especially now, given that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was negotiating with the Soviet Union, a very sensitive period. ”

Ensign Little Beard pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it at Zhang Heng. The atmosphere suddenly became nervous, but moments later he put it on the table again.

“The good news is that we all know who you are, and personally, I trust you not to say anything, so what we're going to do now is to find a way for those who don't trust you to trust you as much as we do.” Lieutenant Beard Yudo.

“What else do you want me to do to kill Temu Sing? ”

Zhang Heng's control of the emotional velocity made Maggie and Aki stumble. Anyone who faced this situation had good reason to be angry. Especially considering Zhang Heng's contribution to the guerrillas, he and Simon killed a number of Soviet soldiers together during this time. This performance was impeccable. As a result, the guerrillas turned their heads without recognizing anyone. At this time, Zhang Heng was still able to contain his anger, only ironically, and this psychological quality was powerful enough.

But Zhang Heng's heart wasn't as calm as he had shown, and he realized that he had made a serious mistake.

It was not as simple as playing games on a computer, choosing to join a certain camp made him part of this camp. His skin colour and untested past were destined that he would not be truly trusted by either side. He knew that from the outset, the guerrillas were simply using him against the Soviets, but he did need to join one side to survive this difficult war, so strictly speaking, the two sides simply took what they needed.

However, as the situation evolved, his relationship with the guerrillas was also changing quietly, from what was initially needed to what was now a hidden danger and trouble, and he was not completely unaware, just because everyone was having a good time, he thought that what he did for the guerrillas was enough to gain the right to leave after the war.

But now I'm afraid it's his wish.

Ensign Beard laughed, “Don't worry, we're reasonable people, we won't let you die for nothing. In fact, what I want you to do is simple. It's easy for you to do it. After this, the resentment between us will be undone, and you can go anywhere you want. ”

The female doctor spit out a cigarette ring. Her divine color was actually a little complicated at this moment. Zhang Heng first saw a feeling of hesitation in her face, and Maggie re-opened her mouth a moment later.

“You know that kid wasn't originally Simon? ”

Zhang Heng frowned and wondered why Maggie had suddenly shifted the subject to Simon.

The female doctor went on to say to herself, "The country has reached its most dangerous point, and more than ever before, it needs a hero to unite all of us, who can wait quietly for the hero to show up, or… there is a more secure way - to create a hero himself. ”

Maggie had a strange look on her face, kind of like a mockery, with a little respect.

“The real Simon lives in a small town called Rautjarvi, and nobody cares where he is, just like nobody cares what he does there, he's a farmer, he goes hunting in the mountains occasionally, he's too ordinary to be noticed at all, so his past can be processed randomly. ”