Zhang Heng still couldn't figure out where he was now, he only knew that he was probably heading northwest.
He rested a few times in the middle and breathed a sigh of relief. The good news is that the Soviet troops, whether large or small, did not meet again along the way. Zhang Heng speculated that they should have left the combat zone by now.
He walked for a while, and felt someone pat him on the shoulder, so he stopped, found a clean stone, and put the masked sniper behind him there.
Although he couldn't see the expression on the latter's face, Zhang Heng could tell from his gray pupils that he must be in pain now, and the blood stains on his abdomen were getting bigger and bigger. It was easy to move while lying on Zhang Heng's body before, but shaking It's also very powerful, but he has been gritting his teeth and not opening his mouth.
Seeing that it was safe for the time being, he let someone put him down.
A bad feeling rose in Zhang Heng's heart. He looked around and found that the place where the two of them were now was still a barren mountain.
In his original expectation, the masked sniper should guide him to find the guerrilla base camp. No matter how bad it is, he should be able to find other companions. His current injury is so serious that his life will be in danger if he is not treated quickly.
But judging from the appearance of the latter, I'm afraid he won't be able to last until that time. If he dies on the way, even if Zhang Heng can find the guerrilla camp in the end, he will have to be shot.
He didn't care about the danger at this time, he first went to pick up some firewood and started a fire so that the masked sniper could continue to maintain his body temperature, and then boiled some snow water and brought it in front of the latter, the masked sniper hesitated Finally, he took off the white cloth mask on his face.
But when she took off the mask, Zhang Heng was stunned. He didn't expect that this sniper with superb marksmanship and fearlessness turned out to be a blonde girl, and judging by her appearance, she might have just come of age. With the cold attitude of constantly pulling the trigger to harvest life, it was difficult for Zhang Heng to connect that scene with the still young face in front of him.
He suddenly remembered that during the Winter War, Finland had a population of 3 million against the powerful Soviet Union, and the war mobilization rate of the entire country was still higher than that of R and Germany. In order to drive the invaders away from their own land, they almost did what they could. All that he did, he emptied the last bullet in the chamber.
This is a group of true warriors.
Zhang Heng watched the female sniper drink a few sips of hot water, and he roasted two sausages on the fire, but then he saw the sniper shook his head.
For a moment, both of them didn't know what to say.
Zhang Heng is a little confused now. The female sniper's injury is obviously difficult to continue to move. After all, the reality is different from the movie. No one in the world will take the bullets by hand.
Infection is one thing, and on the other hand, the bleeding caused by digging open the wound is also very fatal, especially considering that she has lost a lot of blood along the way, the situation is not optimistic.
Zhang Heng had to reconsider his current situation, whether to take the risk to stay here to take care of her or continue walking alone.
The main reason is that the two cannot speak the same language, so they can only communicate through simple gestures. Zhang Heng doesn't know how far they are from the guerrilla stronghold, or even if they are moving in the direction of the guerrillas.
He looked at the female sniper at the side. The latter looked very calm, but Zhang Heng couldn't tell whether she had the means to get through the crisis in front of her, or whether she had already looked down on life and death.
Zhang Heng hoped it was the former, but at present, the possibility of the latter seems to be higher.
...
Night fell quickly, and Zhang Heng finally chose not to leave. After dinner, he picked up some dry branches around, added them to the campfire to keep warm, poured out half of the contents of the backpack, and placed them on the female sniper's After making her a pillow under her neck, she fumbled and studied the rifle in her hand, trying to load, load and aim.
He doesn't like killing, but he has to learn how to protect himself in the war. Although he knows very well that if he really encounters the Soviet army, his rookie marksmanship, which is not even considered a layman, will probably be of little use. This is not an excuse to give up trying to do nothing.
The female sniper looked at him silently on the other side. Sometimes Zhang Heng felt that she was not a human being but more like a log, because only a log can remain calm forever, without the slightest emotional fluctuation no matter what he experiences.
In the dark of night, only the bonfire is still beating.
Zhang Heng fiddled with the rifle in his hand for a while, and turned around to find that the female sniper's complexion was a bit strange. Her skin was pale, her lips were almost bloodless, but her forehead was covered with sweat, and her body was still shaking slightly.
Zhang Heng touched her limbs and found that her body temperature was very low.
The blood loss took away a lot of heat from her body, especially the hemoglobin in the red blood cells, which usually carries energy and oxygen to supply the body. Now that the number of red blood cells has decreased, the body’s oxygen supply is insufficient, and the body temperature will also drop. Thick clothes don't help either.
If it is in the hospital, blood transfusion can be used for relief, but now in the wild mountains, there are not many things that can be done.
Zhang Heng had no other choice but to take off his clothes and act as a heat source for the human body, so that the two bodies could stick together as much as possible, and then put on a coat to keep warm.
The female sniper's expression was a bit complicated, but she didn't resist when her life was at stake.
Zhang Heng didn't feel any charm either. The two of them hadn't showered for many days, and the smell of sweat and blood on their bodies was enough to dilute all the desires in their hearts, not to mention that the girl was still wrapped in a chest cloth.
The distance between the two is closer than that of a couple in love, but they don't know each other's name, even if they want to ask, they can't ask, so they can only keep silent.
...
Zhang Heng could think of ways to maintain the body temperature of the female sniper, but he couldn't help the latter regain the lost blood.
As time went on, the girl's condition became worse, her breathing became rapid and her pulse became faster and faster.
Zhang Heng had a premonition that she might not survive tonight, but at this moment, he heard other voices.
Before night fell, Zhang Heng used the method Bell taught him to sprinkle some dry branches on the surrounding snow as a warning trap, and just now was the sound of dry branches being trampled.
Hearing this sound, Zhang Heng was suddenly alert, jumped up from the ground, and reached for the rifle beside him, but he didn't expect that someone had touched his side. Beside the campfire, a Finnish guerrilla squatted on the ground, Pointing at him coldly with a submachine gun.