With the loss of more than 20 people and the death of the commander, the morale of this Soviet unit collapsed in advance. Some people put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy, while others turned around and wanted to escape.
Only a few of the guerrillas were left to guard the guys who raised their hands to surrender, while the rest dispersed and continued to chase and shoot the deserters in the forest.
Zhang Heng was not interested in this kind of thing, but he knew that the first battle belonged to his certificate of surrender, and his attitude towards these Soviet soldiers would also determine the guerrillas' attitude towards him, so Zhang Heng followed behind and fired cold shots, mainly Help to deal with those enemies who are still stubbornly resisting, and by the way, you can also practice your marksmanship in actual combat.
The battle was completely over after half an hour. Except for seven Soviet soldiers who fled into the mountains without a trace, the rest were either captured or killed. It can be said that this Soviet army was completely wiped out, and the guerrillas The price the team paid was only two deaths, one serious injury, and four others with minor injuries.
Among the two people who died, in addition to the guy who was hit in the head during the first wave of raids, there was also an unlucky guy who was too careless during the pursuit and was killed by deserters. Although the subsequent guerrillas arrived and killed the shooter. The Soviet soldiers were also beaten into a sieve, but their dead comrades could not be rescued.
When the gunshots fell, Weller began to lead people to inspect the battlefield and count the loot. Several guerrillas were excitedly rummaging through the corpses. It was obvious that they were used to all this. On the other hand, the Soviet prisoners on the other side looked uneasy. , I don’t know what kind of fate awaits them.
The "Geneva Convention" has clear provisions on the treatment of prisoners of war, but unfortunately the Soviet Union did not join in World War II. In fact, even if it did, it would be useless. Zhang Heng never saw prisoners in the guerrilla camp.
It is impossible for the guerrillas to raise prisoners of war in the small amount of space they have, and it is impossible to send additional personnel to escort these people to the rear when the fighting is fierce. Taking the prisoners this time as an example, there are nearly forty people. Escorting them would require at least four or five guerrillas, as well as dealing with the wounded among them. Considering the possibility of bumping into other Soviet troops on the road and the possibility of prisoners escaping and resisting, it was obviously not worth the gain.
In fact, guerrillas had already pulled over the two carriages equipped with Maxim heavy machine guns.
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the Soviet soldiers squatting on the ground suddenly panicked. However, their weapons had been taken away, and it was too late to resist now.
Zhang Heng didn't look any further. He didn't touch the firearms scattered on the ground or the valuables such as watches on the prisoners. He just silently filled his backpack with the rifle bullets he picked up, and then left with Simon.
After taking a few steps, the two heard the sound of machine gun fire from behind, which was also mixed with the screams of Soviet soldiers. However, it did not last long, and the woods returned to silence.
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Perhaps because of the previous 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. Although it was the first battle, It's not amazing, but at least it didn't hold back the guerrillas. They acted calmly from beginning to end and didn't make any mistakes.
So after returning to the camp this time, the guerrillas who originally didn't like him had a lot of changes in their perception of him. They no longer regarded him as nothing. Everyone recalled his performance when he first stepped onto the battlefield. Many of them People found that they seemed to be inferior to Zhang Heng, so in addition to Weller and his best friends, many guerrillas began to gradually accept this yellow-skinned comrade.
The guerrillas wiped out a Soviet infantry battalion, but only two of their own troops were killed. Maggie saved the lives of the seriously injured. This battle can be regarded as a complete victory, and at the same time, it also gained a lot. He acquired more than a dozen light machine guns, two heavy machine guns, and countless rifles and ammunition, which also solved Ojedo's recent troubles.
The morale of the camp was now high. Weller and several other young men were competing in an arm-wrestling competition with their upper bodies naked in the ice and snow. Others gathered around, drinking and cheering while placing bets.
Zhang Heng pushed open the woodshed where he lived and found a newly built wooden bed inside. In addition, there were some daily necessities placed beside the bed.
"Why, don't you plan to come together?" Maggie appeared at the door at some point, like a ghost, leaning against the wooden door and lighting a cigarette. She had just helped a wounded man suture his wound, and her cuffs were still stained with blood. He pursed his lips in the direction of the group of excited guerrillas playing outside.
"No." Zhang Heng politely refused.
"Do you feel that their time is running out and they will die in the war sooner or later?"
"…………"
Zhang Heng didn't know how to answer. He had to be careful when talking to 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 cigarette ashes from her fingertips. "Please, anyone who is not a fool can see who will be the final winner in this war, but that will all happen later. Since we are in the midst of things, the most important thing is to enjoy ourselves in time.”
Zhang Heng was noncommittal. Perhaps because he was the only one who knew the outcome in advance, it was difficult to feel too much joy from this victory. After all, he had different goals from these Finns. He was not concerned about the outcome of the war. All I can think about is how to survive in this cruel environment.
"Always, Aki asked me to bring you a message, and I did a good job." Maggie pointed to the daily necessities on the bedside, "The guerrillas have always been good to their own people. Since you have joined us, naturally we can't treat you too badly. I originally wanted you to live with other people, but I think you seem to prefer being alone."
"It's good here, there's no need to change places."
There's no point in living with guerrillas. We all can't speak each other's language and can't communicate. It's better to stay on your own to be more peaceful. What's more, Zhang Heng is also used to getting up early to practice shooting and running, which will cause discomfort to other people. Necessary trouble.
Maggie nodded, said something more and slipped away.
Zhang Heng leaned his skis against the corner, opened his backpack, and poured out the bullets inside. This was his biggest gain in this battle. There were 513 bullets in total, which filled two backpacks, which was enough for him to train for a period of time. After witnessing Simon's incredible shooting beyond visual range, Zhang Heng also had a stronger desire to improve his shooting skills.
For a sniper, distance often means safety.
