Maggie took Zhang Heng to meet the logistics officer in charge of distributing weapons at the camp, a lame old hunter who also worked part-time as a chef. The breakfast Zhang Heng had before was made by his craftsmanship.
Maggie hugged the other person, quickly explained her purpose in Finnish, and handed over half a pack of cigarettes. The latter glanced at Zhang Heng, nodded reluctantly, put away the cigarettes, and walked into the hut behind him.
"Ojedo will show you how to use the rifle later. He is an old hunter for decades and has rich experience. You can ask any questions you have and I will help you translate."
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, Maggie didn't seem like such a kind-hearted person who likes to meddle in other people's business.
"It was the child who requested me." The latter had no intention of hiding it and shrugged, "I can't help it. I can always smoke thanks to that child, so it's hard for me to refuse her request. I just treat it as a Pay off the debt." The female doctor paused, her eyes fell on someone's face, and her expression became a little suspicious, "I heard from Sebo and the others that when they found you, you were..."
"…………"
Zhang Heng finally encountered a question that he couldn't answer at all. The situation at that time left him with no other choice. However, even if he explained this matter, no one would believe it, so he had no choice but to remain silent.
Fortunately, Ojedo also came out of the house at this time and threw a rifle to him.
"The M28 in your hand is an improvement based on the Monasingan M1891. The production technology and shooting accuracy are better than the original version. Nowadays, guerrilla weapons are very scarce, so you'd better not lose it." Maggie finally changed the topic back and started her own translation work, "In addition, Ojedo also distributed seventy rounds of ammunition to you. Note that this is not just for you to practice, but also Ammo is rationed the first time you go out on a mission, so my advice is, don’t use it all.”
The female doctor paused, then continued, "From now on, you can come here to get forty rounds of bullets every time before you go out on a mission. If you want more bullets, you can only get them from the corpses of those Soviet guys. Or you can exchange it for valuable trophies, such as captured guns, medicines, etc. If you can drive a T26 tank back, congratulations, the arsenal of the entire camp will be open to you."
As Maggie was talking, several guerrillas came over carrying a Maxim heavy machine gun. Judging from their appearance, they must have just returned to the camp. They had won a great victory in the previous battle. Some of them were bold when they saw the female doctor. whistled.
Zhang Heng silently stepped aside and watched them carry the heavy machine gun into the room.
Ojedo also wrote down something in his little notebook.
After the excited guerrillas left, he finally began to explain to Zhang Heng how to use the sniper rifle. Zhang Heng listened very carefully. After all, Maggie, the humanoid translator, is not necessarily available every day, nor can he be available every day. Keep this good mood.
The next day, the female doctor took someone to visit a guerrilla who was good at skiing. This time she spent a whole pack of cigarettes in exchange for him being a teacher for half a day. Zhang Heng had skied a few times in the county near his hometown and had some basic skills, so his performance was better than yesterday.
After two days Maggie got impatient and left him alone to play with herself.
However, Zhang Heng had basically finished the course at this time. He found a place nearby with few people and started practicing on his own. Skiing was okay, as long as he mastered the know-how and put in the time, it would be effective. However, shooting was more troublesome. In terms of theory, he I have a rough idea, but the rest needs to be explored through training and actual combat.
Especially the development of hand feel is actually practiced by constantly pulling the trigger.
However, he only has seventy rounds of ammunition in his hand now. Although he tried to save as much as possible in the past two days, he still shot out forty rounds, an average of twenty rounds a day. This amount of training would only take two minutes in a shooting gallery. .
But after finishing the fight, he couldn't even touch the tail of level 0. Zhang Heng didn't know how to continue. He also had to set aside a certain amount of ammunition for use during the mission. Zhang Heng's expected number was three Ten, at least twenty rounds must be left. If there are any less, he can only be used as a mascot.
But in fact, even if you dig out ten more bullets, it doesn't mean much.
Zhang Heng had nothing to do about this. He couldn't leave the camp now. If he wanted bullets, he could only go to Ojedo to exchange them. However, his valuables were taken away by the Finnish guerrillas before he came.
Zhang Heng did not go to them for it after that, because he knew very well that there was no point in asking, and it was unrealistic for them to spit out those things since they were in the hands of the group.
But in this way, his just-started shooting practice will be forced to end.
However, what Zhang Heng didn't expect was that on the morning of the third day, when he went to the area where he usually practiced, he found three magazines with a total of 45 bullets under a birch tree.
This place was chosen by Zhang Heng himself. It was a little far away from the camp. He didn't know why many of the guerrillas led by the man with the submachine gun that night were vaguely hostile to him. He still wanted to be here. After staying for a while, I didn't want to get into any unnecessary trouble, so I chose a forest with no people around to practice shooting by myself.
Unexpectedly, I picked up extra bullets here.
The appearance of these bullets solved his current urgent need to a certain extent. Zhang Heng looked at the leather bullet box in his hand, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
It was not difficult to guess where this thing came from, because there was only one person in the entire camp who always had good intentions toward him.
Zhang Heng finished the 45 bullets silently in the woods. The next morning he saw three more boxes of bullets under the same tree. In addition, next to them were his mobile phone wallet, wood carvings and lucky rabbit's feet. Except for the down jacket, basically everything that was taken away from him is here.
This time Zhang Heng did not practice his gun again, but came to a small house. He reached out and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was a female doctor who seemed to have just woken up. She yawned and said, "What's the matter? "
"Good morning, Miss Maggie, I'm here to find someone." Zhang Heng knew that the female sniper lived with Maggie.
The female doctor shivered due to the cold wind outside the door. She tightened her collar and looked back, "Hey, that guy is here to see you. I mean are you here or not?"
"…………"
After half a minute, Maggie moved half of her body to let Zhang Heng come in. The girl was lying on the bed, with her back to the door and the quilt tightly covered, with only the back of her head exposed, as if she was still sleeping.
The female doctor was not polite. She walked over and lifted up the quilt, revealing the neatly dressed female sniper underneath. "Simon, you know you can't hide from your partner forever, right?"
