Zhang Heng had done everything he could, and there was nothing he could do to help the rest of the battle. All he could do was crouch behind the tree and wait for the results.
The entire battle happened faster than he expected.
The masked sniper was like a fish in the water with a gun in his hand. In less than 40 seconds, he killed the remaining three Soviet soldiers. When the gunfire stopped, Zhang Heng walked out from behind the tree.
The masked sniper was still holding the revolver tightly, but his expression had softened. At least, he was no longer pointing the gun at Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng only noticed the bloodstains on the sniper's clothes when he got closer. It seemed like he had failed to dodge the previous round of bullets.
Zhang Heng's heart sank. It wasn't easy for him to meet someone who wasn't hostile to him in this forest. He was even trying to find a way to get the sniper to lead him to the back of the battlefield. If the masked sniper were to die here, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Zhang Heng went to pick up his phone and turned off the alarm. There were a lot of bullets on the ground. Fortunately, none of them landed on his phone screen. After that, he took a few backpacks from the dead Soviet soldiers. The supplies in his backpack were almost depleted, and he poured the rest on the ground. He looked at the masked sniper, who shook his head. Then, his eyes fell on the box of bullets on the waist of the dead Soviet soldiers.
Zhang Heng took two boxes from his belt and tossed them to the sniper.
The masked sniper immediately reloaded his rifle.
After that, he struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his abdomen. Two consecutive battles had just taken place here, and the gunfire would likely attract more enemies. He had to leave as soon as possible.
Zhang Heng picked up a backpack and a rifle for himself. He walked to the masked sniper, wanting to help him up. For some reason, when his hand came into contact with the masked sniper's body, the latter resisted. His shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously shook off Zhang Heng's hand.
Zhang Heng frowned. Now was not the time to be stubborn. He needed the masked sniper's help if he wanted to survive in this forest. Without his help, the masked sniper would not be able to escape from his injuries. The two of them were like grasshoppers on a rope. Only by working together could they survive this crisis.
The masked sniper probably understood this, so he did not reject Zhang Heng's kindness. He let Zhang Heng hold his arm, pointed him in a direction, and the two of them staggered in that direction.
Along the way, Zhang Heng saw many corpses of Soviet soldiers and a burning tank. Other than that, he also saw some Finnish guerrillas in white camouflage suits. It was obvious how much the Soviet soldiers hated these Finnish guerrillas. Many of their corpses were riddled with holes, and Zhang Heng's dream of changing into a new coat was dashed.
If someone were to see the two of them at this time, they would definitely think that they were a strange combination. An Asian man in a Soviet military uniform was supporting a Finnish guerrilla. They looked out of place in the smoke-filled forest.
Zhang Heng looked at his surroundings, and his heart sank.
Over the past few days, he had seen some corpses on the roadside and heard some gunshots. However, they were all small-scale battles. This time, it was obvious that a large-scale military operation was taking place. The sound of gunfire in the distance did not last long. Now that he thought about it, it was probably just a trap to lure the surrounding Soviet soldiers back to help. The Finnish guerrillas, like the masked sniper, would then take the opportunity to ambush them on the roadside.
They made use of the high mobility brought by the skis to shuttle through the forest, retreating as soon as they attacked. Therefore, after the battle, there were often corpses of Soviet soldiers everywhere, in various states of death.
Many things felt completely different when they were on the ground and when they saw the special effects in the movies.
When Zhang Heng realized that he was in the middle of the Winter War, he was already mentally prepared. However, he still felt a little uncomfortable witnessing the scene in front of him.
It was not just because of the strong impact and stimulation brought by the senses, but also because he was naturally vigilant against the primitive nature of human society after the veil of civilization was torn off.
Zhang Heng looked at the masked sniper next to him. Apparently, the sniper had adapted to all of this. In the face of this hellish scene, his expression was calm, and there was not the slightest hint of emotion in his eyes.
Along the way, the two encountered two small groups of Soviet soldiers. However, because they discovered them earlier, they managed to avoid them without any mishaps. Other than that, they also encountered a lone Soviet soldier. His comrades were probably killed by the guerrillas, and he was the only one who managed to escape. He had a complete mental breakdown, and his backpack was all gone. He was also barefoot. If he could not find his unit, he would not survive in this world of ice and snow.
Zhang Heng saw that the soldier was running away from them, so he decided to ignore him. The next moment, he heard a gunshot.
The masked sniper let go of his hand that was covering his wound and unslung the rifle on his back.
When the gunshot rang out, the barefoot Soviet soldier in the distance froze, and eventually fell to the ground under a Northern European red pine.
Zhang Heng looked at the masked sniper, and the latter looked back at him without blinking.
"…."
Zhang Heng did not know what to say at this time. If he were in the masked sniper's position when the Japanese invaded China, he would have fired that shot as well. At the end of the day, the Finnish guerrillas were fighting against the invaders and protecting their motherland. So, he had no right to criticize them.
However, the two were about to get out of danger, and now they had to face enemies who might be attracted by the gunshot.
This was undoubtedly the last thing Zhang Heng wanted to see, but it was pointless to complain about it now. Besides, even if he wanted to complain, the sniper wouldn't understand what he was talking about. Instead of wasting his breath, he might as well think of something else to do.
Zhang Heng's eyes fell on the skis behind the masked sniper.
Five minutes later, he transferred the weights on both of them to the skis and secured them with a rope. After that, he squatted down in front of the masked sniper, who was struggling to move. The sniper realized what he wanted to do. This time, he cooperated and lay on Zhang Heng's back obediently, which was a rare occurrence.
Zhang Heng stood up, slightly surprised. The sniper was much lighter than he expected, probably around 50 kilograms.
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