Zhang Heng still had no idea where he was. All he knew was that he was heading northwest.
He rested a few times along the way to catch his breath. The good news was that he didn't encounter any Soviet troops along the way. Zhang Heng guessed that they should be out of the war zone by now.
After walking for a while, he felt someone patting him on the shoulder. He stopped, found a clean rock, and placed the masked sniper on it.
Although Zhang Heng couldn't see the expression on the sniper's face, he could tell from his gray pupils that he was in pain. The blood stain on his abdomen was getting bigger and bigger. Although it was easier for him to move when he was lying on top of Zhang Heng, it was also very painful for him to move.
Seeing that he was safe for the time being, he asked the sniper to put him down.
A bad feeling rose in Zhang Heng's heart. He looked around and found that they were still in the wilderness.
Initially, he thought that the masked sniper would lead him to the guerrillas' base camp. At the very least, he should be able to find his companions. His injuries were so serious that if he didn't get medical attention soon, his life would be in danger.
However, the sniper wouldn't be able to last until then. If he died halfway, even if Zhang Heng managed to find the guerrillas' base camp, he would be shot.
At this time, he did not care about the danger anymore. He picked up some firewood and started a fire so that the masked sniper could maintain his body temperature. He then boiled some snow and brought it in front of the masked sniper. The masked sniper hesitated for a moment before finally removing the white mask on his face.
But when she took off her mask, Zhang Heng was taken aback. He did not expect this skilled and fearless sniper to turn out to be a blonde girl, and from the looks of it, she seemed to have just reached adulthood. Recalling how she kept pulling the trigger and reaping lives on the battlefield, it was hard for Zhang Heng to associate that scene with the young face in front of him.
He suddenly remembered that during the Winter War, Finland fought against the powerful Soviet Union with a population of 3 million. The war mobilization rate of the whole country was even higher than that of Japan and Germany later. In order to drive the invaders away from their own land, they almost did everything they could and used up the last bullet in the barrel.
They were a group of true warriors.
Zhang Heng watched as the female sniper drank a few mouthfuls of warm water. He then roasted two sausages over the fire, but she shook her head.
For a moment, both of them didn't know what to say.
Zhang Heng was in a dilemma. The female sniper's injuries made it difficult for her to move. After all, reality was different from movies. In the movies, the protagonist could remove the bullet from his body after being shot. In reality, no one would do that on a real battlefield.
Infection was one thing, but the massive bleeding caused by cutting open the wound could be fatal. Especially considering that she had lost a lot of blood along the way, the situation wasn't looking good.
Zhang Heng had to reconsider his current situation. Should he take the risk of staying here to take care of her or continue on his own?
The main problem was that the two of them did not speak the same language, and they could only communicate through simple hand gestures. He had no idea how far away they were from the guerrillas' stronghold, and he wasn't even sure if they were moving towards the guerrillas.
He looked at the female sniper. She looked very calm, but Zhang Heng he was that he could tell she was he was the right. he could she was had that she had she's death.
Zhang Heng hoped it was the former, but from the looks of it, the latter was more likely.
…
Night soon fell, but Zhang Heng did not choose to leave. After dinner, he picked up some dry branches and added them to the bonfire to keep it warm. He then poured out half of the items in his backpack and placed them under the female sniper's neck as a pillow. After that, he began to study the rifle in his hand, trying to load, load, and aim.
He did not like killing, but he had no choice but to learn how to protect himself in a war. Although he knew very well that if he really encountered the Soviet army, his newbie marksmanship, which could not even be considered a layman, would not be of much use, this was not an excuse to give up and do nothing.
The female sniper looked at him silently from the other side. Sometimes, Zhang Heng felt that she was more like a block of wood than a human being. Only a block of wood could remain calm forever. No matter what she experienced, she would never show any emotion.
Under the night sky, only the bonfire was still dancing.
Zhang Heng fiddled with the rifle in his hand for a while, and when he turned around, he saw that the female sniper did not look well. Her skin was pale, and her lips were pale. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her body was trembling slightly.
Zhang Heng touched her limbs and found that her body temperature was very low.
The blood loss had taken away a lot of her body's heat, especially the hemoglobin in her red blood cells. Normally, it carried energy and oxygen to the body. Now that the number of red blood cells had decreased, the body's oxygen supply was insufficient, and her body temperature had dropped as well. No matter how thick the clothes were, it was useless.
If they were in the hospital, blood transfusions could help, but they were in the wilderness, and there was not much that could be done.
Zhang Heng had no other choice but to take off his clothes and use them as a body heat source. He made the two bodies as close as possible, then covered them with a coat to keep them warm.
The female sniper's expression was a little complicated, but at this critical moment, she did not resist.
Zhang Heng did not feel anything romantic. The two of them had not bathed for many days, and the smell of sweat and blood on their bodies was enough to wash away all the desire in his heart. Not to mention, the girl's chest was wrapped in a cloth.
The two of them were now closer than a couple in love, but they did not know each other's names. Even if they wanted to ask, they could not, so they continued to remain silent.
…
Zhang Heng could find a way to maintain the female sniper's body temperature, but he could not help her replenish the blood she had lost.
As time passed, the girl's condition worsened. Her breathing became rapid, and her pulse became faster and faster.
Zhang Heng had a hunch that she would not make it through the night. Just then, he heard other sounds.
Before night fell, Zhang Heng used the method Bell taught him to sprinkle some dry branches on the surrounding snow as a warning trap. Just now, he heard the dry branches being stepped on.
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