After a quick breakfast, Zhang Heng picked a direction, picked up his backpack, and continued to move forward.
Military fans in the future would always be able to talk about the classic battles of World War II, including the strategic deployments, battle plans, and tactical comparisons of the two warring parties. But for Zhang Heng, such things were too advanced. Unless he could possess Karl Marx, he would not be able to understand them. Unless he could possess Carl Gustav? Mannerheim, or Kliment? With a commander like Voroshilov, an ordinary person in the middle of a war could do very little.
There were no heroes in a real war. No matter how ambitious you were, or how good your marksmanship was, as long as you were on the battlefield, a stray bullet could take your life.
In order to survive as long as possible, Zhang Heng set a rule for himself to stay as far away from the crossfire as possible. He would definitely not go to places like Vyborg, Suma Village, or Kaer Ya. As for the famous knockoff of the Maginot Line, Mannerheim, he did not even want to think about it.
But the problem that troubled him the most now was that he had no clue where he was. Even if he wanted to avoid those strategic locations, he had no idea where to go.
Zhang Heng had been walking for more than half a day, and along the way, he encountered another Soviet unit. He estimated that there were more than a hundred of them. Fortunately, Zhang Heng noticed them early and hid far away from them. Since the enemy was in a hurry, they dragged a few cannons and quickly walked past him. Even so, Zhang Heng broke out in a cold sweat.
The pine and fir trees in the forest could provide him with excellent concealment, but on the other hand, they could also block Zhang Heng's sight. Danger might have quietly approached him, and he would still be unaware of it.
This feeling of being completely out of control was terrible. After all, no one could guarantee that their luck would always be so good, and that they would always be one step ahead of the enemy.
In fact, the game this time was quite disadvantageous to him. Among the few skills he had mastered, other than survival skills that could help him to a certain extent, piano, maintenance, and racing were basically useless.
As for archery, in a sense, his Lv.2 archery skills were more reliable than the pistol he had on him. However, Zhang Heng had not found a suitable tree bark to make a bow rope, and cold weapons were at a disadvantage against hot weapons.
What's more, when he felt the cold night in Finland again, he wondered if he would ever wake up again in the days to come.
Only three days had passed, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. If it weren't for the experience of wandering alone on a deserted island, he would've fallen into despair by now.
He knew very well that this was not the way to go. Whether he chose to confront the Soviet army or the Finnish guerrillas, he would be in a passive position, and the risk was equally high. For the time being, he had not made up his mind.
On the morning of the fourth day, he heard the sound of gunfire again. This time, it was mixed with the sound of cannons. He immediately decided to change his route and go in another direction.
This time, however, his luck seemed to have run out. Zhang Heng had been paying attention to the movements in the direction of the crossfire, and he did not expect to bump into a recon team head-on. This heavily armed team consisted of eleven people, and they must have rushed back after hearing the battle on the other side. Unfortunately, they bumped into Zhang Heng first.
Obviously, neither side was mentally prepared for this encounter.
Zhang Heng did not hold the Shadow Moment in his hand. If he accidentally thought of the crow on the way back, he would be in big trouble. Zhang Heng did not expect to encounter an enemy at such a close distance. He thought that he would at least have the time to reach into his coat to look for the statue. On the other hand, the recon team on the other side was on their way back. Their weapons were already in their hands, loaded, and ready to fire at any time.
In the end, it was the coat he was wearing that saved his life. The group of people probably saw a familiar military uniform, so they didn't pull the trigger right away. However, they soon noticed Zhang Heng's nondescript attire and his Asian appearance.
So the young Soviet soldier waved the light machine gun in his hand and shouted something excitedly.
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng knew nothing about Russian. He had to temporarily give up on the idea of taking out the Shadow Moment from his coat and raised both of his hands.
Perhaps Zhang Heng's silence had angered the other party. The Soviet soldier's expression became more and more ferocious. He kept repeating the same word, his finger on the trigger.
This was probably the most dangerous encounter Zhang Heng had ever experienced in his life. At a time like this, he did not know what else he could do. This was war, and there was no reason to kill or be killed. People were dying on the battlefield every second. Civilians, enemies, comrades … everyone's nerves were stretched taut, and no one would care if they accidentally killed a foreigner.
Even Zhang Heng himself thought that the grumpy Soviet soldier would pull the trigger the next moment.
However, no one expected the young machine gunner to be the first to fall.
A bullet flew out of nowhere and drilled into his temple. Blood splattered everywhere, and the angry expression on the latter's face was frozen forever.
Sniper!!!
The recon team had suffered a lot at the hands of the Finnish guerrillas, and they immediately realized what was going on. Their expressions changed drastically, and they could no longer care about Zhang Heng. As they turned their guns, they nervously shouted for their comrades to find cover. One of them even wanted to risk picking up a machine gun that had fallen to the ground.
But the second bullet came faster than he expected. As soon as his fingers touched the handle of the gun, his body slumped to the ground, lying on top of his comrade's body.
However, this also allowed the others to discover the sniper's direction, and they began to fire back at him with their rifles. Zhang Heng did not let this precious opportunity go, and he ran as fast as he could to hide behind a pine tree that had been struck by lightning.
The sniper, who was hiding in the dark, calmly completed his shooting. After killing two more Soviet soldiers who did not manage to get into cover in time, he suddenly stopped responding.
Did the enemy … get hit by the round of shooting just now? The Soviet soldiers behind the bunker were very nervous. They were talking to each other in Russian as they pulled the bolt of their guns. Half a minute later, a brave soldier poked his head out to take a quick look, and then he safely retracted his head back into the bunker.
So another soldier poked his head out, but there were still no gunshots.
The Soviets gradually felt relieved, and they began to walk out of the rock one after another. They raised their rifles, crouched, and slowly approached the place where the sniper was hiding. Two other soldiers were also walking towards Zhang Heng.
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