Zhang Heng still couldn't figure out where he was now, he only knew that he was probably walking northwest.
He took a few breaks along the way to catch his breath. The good news was that no large or small groups of Soviet troops were encountered along the way. Zhang Heng guessed that they should have left the war zone now.
He walked for a while and felt someone tapping his shoulder, so he stopped, found a clean stone, and placed the masked sniper behind him there.
Although he couldn't see the expression on the latter's face, Zhang Heng could still tell from his gray pupils that he should be in pain now. The blood stains on his abdomen were getting bigger and bigger. It was easier to move when lying on Zhang Heng's body before, but it was still shaking. It was also very powerful, but he kept gritting his teeth and didn't speak.
Seeing that it was temporarily safe, he asked someone to put him down.
An unpleasant feeling arose 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 the guerrilla base camp, and even if it didn't work, he should be able to find other companions. His current injury was so serious that if he was not treated quickly, his life would be in danger.
But judging from the appearance of the latter, he might not be able to survive that time. If he died on the way, even if Zhang Heng could find the guerrilla camp in the end, he would only be at risk.
He didn't care about the danger at this time. He first went to collect some firewood and lit a fire so that the masked sniper could continue to maintain his body temperature. He also boiled some snow water and brought it to the latter. The masked sniper hesitated for a moment. Finally he took off the white cloth mask on his face.
But when she took off her mask, Zhang Heng was stunned. She didn't expect that this sniper with superb marksmanship and fearless death would turn out to be a blond girl, and she looked like she had just grown up. Thinking of her previous experience on the battlefield, Zhang Heng's cold gesture of constantly pulling the trigger to reap lives made it 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 fought against the powerful Soviet Union with a population of 3 million. The country's war mobilization rate was still higher than that of RB and Germany later. In order to drive the invaders away from their own land, they almost did everything they could. Everything he did was to drain the last bullet out of the gun.
This is a group of true warriors.
Zhang Heng watched the female sniper take a few sips of hot water, and then grilled two sausages on the fire. However, he then saw the female sniper shake her head.
For a moment, both of them didn't know what to say.
Zhang Heng is a little confused now. The female sniper's injuries obviously make it difficult to move anymore. After all, reality is different from the movie. The protagonist in the movie can take the bullet out of the body by himself after being shot, but in fact, in the real battlefield No one on the ground would take the bullets.
On the one hand, infection is on the one hand, and on the other hand, the massive bleeding caused by opening the wound is also 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 and stay here to take care of her or to continue on alone.
The main reason is that the two of them don't understand each other and can only communicate briefly through gestures. Zhang Heng doesn't know how far away they are from the guerrilla stronghold, or even whether they are moving in the direction of the guerrillas.
He looked at the female sniper on the side. The latter's expression was very calm, but Zhang Heng couldn't tell whether she could survive the crisis at hand, or whether she had lost sight of life and death.
Zhang Heng hopes it will be the former, but currently it seems the possibility of the latter is higher.
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Night fell quickly, and Zhang Heng did not choose to leave in the end. After dinner, he picked up some dry branches from around and added them to the bonfire to keep the temperature. He poured out half of the contents of his backpack and placed it on the female sniper's head. He made a pillow under her neck. After doing all this, he began to fumble and study the rifle in his hand, trying to load bullets, load and aim.
He didn't like killing, but he had to learn how to protect himself in the war. Although he knew very well that if he really encountered the Soviet army, his rookie marksmanship, which was not even a layman, would probably not be of much use. This is not an excuse to give up and do nothing.
The female sniper looked at him silently from the other side. Sometimes Zhang Heng felt that she was less like a human being and more like a piece of wood, because only wood can remain calm forever, and there will be no emotional fluctuations no matter what he experiences.
Under the night, only the bonfire was still beating.
Zhang Heng fiddled with the rifle in his hand for a while, then turned around and found that the female sniper's face looked a little wrong. Her skin was pale, her lips were almost colorless, 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 red blood cells, which usually carries energy and oxygen to the body. Now that the number of red blood cells has dropped, the body's oxygen supply is insufficient, and the body temperature will also drop. The body can no longer generate heat. Thick clothes are of no use either.
If he was in the hospital, he could be relieved by blood transfusion, but now in the wilderness, there is not much that can be done.
Zhang Heng had no other choice but to take off his clothes, use them as a human body heat source, keep the two bodies as close as possible, and then cover them with a coat to keep warm.
The female sniper's expression was a little complicated, but she didn't resist when her life was at stake.
Zhang Heng didn't feel any charming either. Neither of them had taken a shower for many days. 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 still had a bra wrapped around her body.
The distance between the two is now closer than that of a couple in love, but neither of them knows the other's name yet, and even if they want to ask, they can't ask, so they can only continue to remain silent.
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Zhang Heng could find a way to maintain the body temperature of the female sniper, but he could not help the latter replenish the lost blood.
As time went on, the girl's condition became worse and worse. Her breathing became rapid and her pulse became faster and faster.
Zhang Heng had a hunch that she might not survive the night, but at this moment, he heard other voices.
Before night came, Zhang Heng used the method Bell taught him to scatter some dry branches on the surrounding snow as a warning trap, and just now there was the sound of dry branches being stepped on.
Zhang Heng suddenly became alert when he heard this voice. He jumped up from the ground and reached for the rifle beside him. However, he did not expect that someone had already touched him. Beside the campfire, a Finnish guerrilla was squatting on the ground. He was pointing a submachine gun at him coldly.
