[Discover a Finnish guerrilla stronghold, game points +5, you can go to the character panel to view relevant information...]
When Zhang Heng looked at the small wooden houses in the dense forest, he also heard the system prompts in his ears.
But before he could take a closer look, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his back.
The Finnish guerrilla holding the gun was the guy who touched the campfire earlier. Zhang Heng was very sure that the other person had a strong desire to pull the trigger at that time.
However, the female sniper on the side yelled something, which made him finally give up the idea, but the muzzle of the gun did not move away from Zhang Heng's body. After the remaining companions came over, another person was added to guard him. , the remaining people cut down branches to make a stretcher, and carried the injured female sniper on it.
The Finnish guerrilla holding a submachine gun threw the Soviet military uniform on the ground to Zhang Heng, who was shirtless, but buttoned down his down jacket. Zhang Heng said nothing and silently put on the sheepskin military uniform.
He could see that these Finnish guerrillas did not believe him, and it was only because of the female sniper's face that they did not kill him immediately. However, the latter's current condition was not very good, and even he was uncertain about his life or death.
Fortunately, the Finnish guerrillas took good care of their own people and judged that the female sniper was in urgent need of medical treatment. They wasted no time and immediately took someone on the road with them.
However, an hour and a half later, the female sniper on the stretcher still fell into a coma. Fortunately, after walking for another hour, everyone finally returned to the stronghold.
Two Finnish guerrillas carried a stretcher and walked quickly into a hut on the left. Zhang Heng was locked in another wooden hut alone. He looked around. It should be a firewood shed, with things piled everywhere. It's chopped firewood.
As soon as Zhang Heng entered, the door was closed and locked. The guerrillas searched him. Not only were his down jacket, captured rifle, and backpack missing, but his mobile phone and wallet were also taken away. Walk.
Zhang Heng looked through the gaps between the wooden houses and saw several Soviet guerrillas passing his Huawei mobile phone curiously. However, these bumpkin from the 1930s didn't even know how to press and hold to turn it on. They spent a long time touching it there. No one was able to start it, and some people knocked on the tree curiously with their mobile phones.
But in comparison, his wallet is quite popular. In fact, even the street stall goods produced by Yiwu small workshops are absolutely high-quality in this era. What's more, Zhang Heng's wallet is worth hundreds of dollars. People were snatching him back and forth, and his down jacket was already worn by the guy with a 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. Logically speaking, a watch of this kind of workmanship should be very valuable, but the guerrillas seemed to not notice the watch at all.
Zhang Heng looked at it for a while and found that this station was quite large. It should have been converted from a former logging camp. It was difficult to be found in the deep mountains and dense forests. He saw seven guerrillas alone, and now It was bedtime, and there were probably many people lying in the room.
In addition, the night is also 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 interviewed said that the morale of many Soviet troops later completely collapsed. Several soldiers were sitting around a campfire. They saw their comrades being hit by bullets and remained indifferent, as if they were completely numb.
Judging from the number of houses, there must be forty or fifty people in this camp. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng did not read any more. He found a place in the corner to curl up and closed his eyes.
He didn't wait too long. About twenty minutes later, the wooden door in front of him opened again, and two guerrillas walked in.
This time they did not point guns at anyone, but their attitude was very clear. This was not an invitation but an order.
Of course, Zhang Heng would not make things difficult for himself. When he saw this, he got up and followed them to another room next door.
Different from the previous woodshed, this one was more like a living room, but in addition to a wooden bed, there were tables, chairs and a fireplace. A man with a mustache was sitting behind the square table. He saw Zhang Heng come in and put away the table. He picked up the map he had spread out and made a gesture to sit down.
Zhang Heng sat down on the chair opposite him, guessing that the other person might be the commander of the guerrilla group.
But besides that, there was another person in the room, who was standing in front of the window smoking with her back to him. 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. Unfortunately, Mustache obviously couldn't understand it. His face became a little impatient. At this moment, the smoking woman suddenly spoke in English. Asked, "Are you a spy for the Soviets?"
This is the first person Zhang Heng has met with whom he can communicate with after entering the dungeon for so many days, and it also makes him slightly relieved. What he is most worried about is that he will not be able to talk to the guerrillas from beginning to end. Such a situation for him He will become completely out of control, and now he can at least defend himself.
"Kliment Voroshilov may be stupid, but he shouldn't be stupid enough to send a Chinese who doesn't understand Finnish as a spy."
"You can't say for sure. After all, some people these days can't even tell the difference between bread and bombs." The woman put out the cigarette butt and turned around.
Her eyebrows are very charming. She must have been a beauty when she was young. No, she must still be a beauty now. Some people have the power to defeat time.
She didn't dwell on the problem anymore and glanced at Mustache, who smiled slightly, got up and walked out of the hut.
"Aki is not a bad person, but these are extraordinary times after all, and he needs to be responsible for the 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 to protect her he is willing to do anything, even go to hell, listen kid," she said as she smoked again. He took out a cigarette from the box and said, "As you can see, I am British and work as a volunteer here. Unlike those guys outside, I don't want to see bad things happen, so you have to tell me the truth. I Only then can I think of ways to help you.”
Zhang Heng saw a glimpse of spring from her forward neckline. He had to admit that this woman's methods were really powerful. If he was really a Soviet spy, he might not be able to help admitting it under such an offensive.
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 raid on Helsinki, the capital of Finland, on the first day of the war. Faced with accusations from international public opinion, Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov argued: "We did not bomb Finland. , we are just airdropping bread to the hungry people." So the Finns gave the bombs dropped by the Soviet Air Force a nickname: Molotov Bread.
