With the loss of more than 20 people and the death of the commander, the morale of the Soviet army collapsed ahead of time. Some people put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy, while others turned around and wanted to escape.
The guerrillas left only a few people to guard those who raised their hands and surrendered, while the rest dispersed and continued to chase and shoot those deserters in the forest.
Zhang Heng is not interested in this kind of thing, but he knows that the first battle is his own vote, and his attitude towards these Soviet soldiers will also determine the attitude of the guerrillas towards him, so Zhang Heng followed behind and sneered, mainly Help solve those enemies who are still struggling, and also practice your marksmanship in actual combat.
Half an hour later, the battle was completely over. Except for the seven Soviet soldiers who fled into the mountains, the rest were either captured or killed. It can be said that this Soviet army was completely wiped out. The price paid by the team was only two deaths, one was seriously injured, and the remaining four were slightly injured.
Among the two people who died, apart from the guy who was shot in the head during the first wave of raids, there was another unlucky ghost who was too careless to be killed by deserters during the pursuit. The Soviet soldiers were also beaten into a sieve, but the dead companions could not be rescued.
When the gunshots fell, Weller began to lead people to inspect the battlefield, count and collect the loot, and several guerrillas excitedly rummaged through the corpses, obviously getting used to all this, but the Soviet captives on the other side looked uneasy , do not know what kind of fate awaits them.
The "Geneva Convention" has a clear agreement on the treatment of prisoners of war, but it is a pity that the Soviet Union did not join in World War II. In fact, even if it joined, it would be useless. Zhang Heng has never seen prisoners in the guerrilla camp.
It is impossible for the guerrilla army to support prisoners of war, and it is impossible to send other people to take them to the rear when the fighting is fierce. Taking the prisoners this time as an example, there were nearly forty people. At least four or five guerrillas were needed to escort them, and the wounded among them had to be dealt with. Considering the possibility of bumping into other Soviet troops on the road and the possibility of the captives escaping and resisting, it was obviously not worth the candle.
In fact, some guerrillas had already pulled the two carriages equipped with Maxim heavy machine guns.
Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, the Soviet soldiers squatting on the ground suddenly panicked, but their weapons had already been taken away, and it was too late to resist now.
Zhang Heng didn't look any further. He didn't touch the scattered firearms and valuables such as watches on the captives. He just silently stuffed the rifle bullets he picked up into his backpack, and then left with Simon.
The two of them heard the sound of machine gun fire from behind them within a few steps, and the screams of Soviet soldiers were also mixed in during the period, but it didn't last long, and the woods returned to silence.
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Perhaps because of the two battles he encountered when he first met Simon, this was not the first time Zhang Heng faced such a bloody scene. His performance exceeded many people's expectations. It's not amazing, but at least it didn't hold back the guerrillas. They behaved calmly from beginning to end and didn't make any mistakes.
So after returning to the camp this time, those guerrillas who didn't like him at first changed their perception of him a lot. They no longer regarded him as air. People found that they were not as good as Zhang Heng, so besides Weller and his buddies, many guerrillas began to gradually accept this yellow-skinned comrade.
The guerrillas completely wiped out an infantry battalion of the Soviet army, but only two of their own were killed, and the seriously injured were also saved by Maggie. He bought more than a dozen light machine guns and two heavy machine guns, and countless rifles and ammunition, which also solved Ojedo's recent troubles.
The morale of the camp was now high, and Weller and a few other young men competed arm-wrestling topless in the ice and snow, while others gathered around, drinking and applauding and placing bets.
Zhang Heng pushed open the firewood room where he lived, and found that there was a newly made wooden bed inside, and besides that, there were some daily necessities beside the bed.
"Why, don't you plan to be together?" Maggie appeared at the door at some point, leaning against the wooden door like a ghost, lighting a cigarette. She had just stitched up a wounded wound, and her cuffs were still stained with blood. He pouted in the direction of the excited guerrillas who were playing outside.
"No." Zhang Heng politely refused.
"Do you think that their time is running out and they will die in the flames of war sooner or later?"
"..."
Zhang Heng didn't know how to answer. He had to be careful when talking with the female doctor. This woman's intuition was terrifyingly sharp.
"What are you afraid of? Isn't that what the whole of Europe thinks now?" Maggie shook off the soot from her fingertips, "Please, anyone who is not a fool can see who will be the final winner in this war, but that's all later Since we are in it, the most important thing is to have fun in time."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal, perhaps because he was the only one who knew the outcome in advance, so it was difficult to feel too much joy from this victory. After all, his goals were different from those of the Finns. He did not care about the outcome of the war. What I think about is how to survive in this cruel environment.
"Always, Aki asked me to bring you a message. It's a good job." Maggie pointed to the daily necessities on the bedside, "Guerrillas have always been kind to their own people. Since you have joined us, naturally you can't treat you too badly. I wanted you to live with other people, but it seems to me that you prefer to be alone."
"It's very good here, there is no need to change places."
Living with the guerrillas is meaningless. We don't understand each other's language and can't communicate. It's better to stay clean by yourself. What's more, Zhang Heng is used to getting up early to practice guns and running, which will affect other people. necessary trouble.
Maggie nodded, said something more, and slipped away.
Zhang Heng leaned his skis against the corner of the wall, opened his backpack, and poured out the bullets inside. This was his biggest achievement in this battle. There were 513 rounds of bullets in total, which filled two backpacks, which was enough for him to train for a while. After seeing Simon's miraculous over-the-horizon shooting, Zhang Heng also had a stronger desire to improve his shooting skills.
For a sniper, distance often means safety.