[Find a Finnish guerrilla stronghold, game points +5, you can go to the character panel to view related information...]
When Zhang Heng saw the small wooden houses in the dense forest, a system notification sound came from his ears.
But before he could take a closer look, the muzzle of the gun was on his back.
The Finnish guerrilla with the gun was the guy who touched the bonfire earlier, and Zhang Heng was sure that the other party did have a strong desire to pull the trigger at that time.
However, what the female sniper shouted later made him finally give up the idea, but the gun did not move away from Zhang Heng's body. After the rest of his companions came over, another person was added to guard him. , and the rest went to cut off branches to make a stretcher, and carried the injured female sniper onto it.
The Finnish guerrilla holding a submachine gun threw the Soviet military uniform on the ground to the shirtless Zhang Heng, but buttoned up his down jacket. Zhang Heng didn't say much when he saw this, and put on the sheepskin military uniform silently.
He could see that these Finnish guerrillas didn't believe him, and they didn't kill him right away because of the female sniper's face, but the latter's current condition was not very good, even his own life and death were uncertain.
Fortunately, those Finnish guerrillas still took good care of their own people. They judged that the female sniper was in urgent need of medical treatment, so they took someone with them on the road without wasting any time.
However, after an hour and a half, the female sniper on the stretcher still fell into a coma. Fortunately, they walked for another hour and finally returned to the stronghold.
Two Finnish guerrillas carried a stretcher and walked quickly into a hut on the left, while Zhang Heng was locked in another wooden hut alone. It's split firewood.
As soon as Zhang Heng entered the gate, it was closed and locked. The guerrillas searched him. Not only did the down jacket, captured rifles and backpacks disappear, but his mobile phone and wallet were also taken away. Walk.
Through the gap between the wooden houses, Zhang Heng saw a few Soviet guerrillas passing his Huawei mobile phone curiously, but these country bumpkins in the 1930s didn't even know how to press and hold the phone to turn it on, so they fumbled there for a long time. In a daze, no one could start it, and some people knocked on the tree curiously with their mobile phones.
But in comparison, his wallet is very popular. In fact, even the street stalls produced by small workshops in Yiwu are absolutely high-quality products in this era, not to mention that Zhang Heng's wallet is worth a few hundred dollars. People grabbed and snatched, and his down jacket was already worn by the guy with the submachine gun, but the latter's figure was obviously bigger, and the down jacket was stretched like a tights.
However, the strange thing is that no one touched the starfish on his wrist. It stands to reason that a watch with this kind of workmanship should be very valuable, but the guerrillas seem to have not noticed this watch at all.
Zhang Heng looked at it for a while and found that the garrison was quite large. It should have been converted from the original logging camp. It was difficult to be found in the deep mountains and dense forests. There were seven guerrillas he saw alone. It was time to sleep, and it was estimated that there were still many people lying in the house.
In addition, night is also the time when the guerrillas are most active. They often attack when the Soviet soldiers are most tired and sleepy. Zhang Heng once watched a documentary. The Finnish guerrillas who were interviewed said that the morale of many Soviet troops completely collapsed. A few soldiers sat around the bonfire, seeing their comrades being hit by bullets, and they were indifferent, as if they were completely numb.
Judging from the number of houses, there may be forty or fifty people in this camp. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, Zhang Heng didn't read any more, found a place in the corner, curled up, and closed his eyes.
He didn't wait too long, the wooden door in front of him opened again about twenty minutes later, and two guerrillas walked in.
They didn't point their guns at someone this time, but their attitude was very clear. This was not an invitation but an order.
Of course, Zhang Heng didn't make fun of himself, so he got up and followed them to another room next door.
Different from the previous firewood room, this one is more like a living room, but besides a wooden bed, there are tables, chairs and a fireplace. A man with a mustache is sitting behind a square table, and seeing Zhang Heng come in and put away the table Looking at the spread map, he made a gesture of please sit down.
Zhang Heng sat down on the chair opposite him, guessing that the other party might be the commander of this guerrilla.
But besides that, there was another person in the room, who was standing in front of the window with his back facing him, smoking. Zhang Heng couldn't see her appearance, so he could only roughly judge that she was a woman, maybe thirty or forty years old. look.
As soon as Zhang Heng sat down, Mustache said something, but Zhang Heng could only shake his head, "Sorry, I don't speak Finnish."
He repeated this sentence in Chinese, English, and Japanese, but unfortunately, the mustache obviously couldn't understand, and his face became a little impatient. At this moment, the smoking woman suddenly spoke, speaking in English. asked, "Are you a spy for the Soviets?"
This is the first person Zhang Heng has met in the dungeon for so many days, and he is a little relieved. What he worries most is that he will not be able to talk to the guerrillas from the beginning to the end. It would become completely out of control, like now he can at least justify himself.
"Kliment Voroshilov may be stupid, but he shouldn't be so stupid as to send a Chinese who doesn't understand Finnish as a spy."
"It's hard to tell. After all, some people can't tell the difference between bread and bombs these days." The woman stubbed out the cigarette butt and turned around.
Her eyebrows are very charming, she should be a beauty when she was young, no, she should be a beauty now, some people just have the power to overcome time.
She didn't dwell on this question anymore, and glanced at Mustache, who smiled slightly, got up and walked out of the hut.
"Aki is not a bad guy, but it is an extraordinary time after all, and he needs to be responsible for these young men under him."
"I can understand." Zhang Heng said.
"No, you can't, and neither can I," the woman sat down, "his country is being invaded, and he is willing to give anything to protect her, even going to hell, listen to the child," she said as she started from the cigarette again. Pulled out a cigarette from the box, "As you can see, I'm British and volunteer here, unlike those guys out there, I don't want to see something bad happen, so you have to tell me the truth, I I can find a way to help you.”
Zhang Heng saw a gleam of spring from her forward-leaning neckline, and he had to admit that this woman's methods were too powerful. If he was really a Soviet spy, he might not be able to help but admit it under such an attack.
Unfortunately, the truth is often hidden in the most ridiculous answers.
Although he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he was really just the most complete outsider to this war.
ps: Regarding the background of the conversation about bread and bombs in the article, the Soviet Air Force carried out a large-scale air strike on Helsinki, the capital of Finland, on the first day of the war. Facing accusations from international public opinion, Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov argued: "We did not bomb Finland , we are just airdropping bread to hungry people.” So the Finns nicknamed the bombs dropped by the Soviet Air Force—Molotov Bread.