[Discovered a Finnish guerrilla stronghold, game points + 5. Go to the character panel to view the relevant information …]
When Zhang Heng saw the small wooden houses in the forest, the system beeped in his ears.
Before he could take a closer look, however, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his back.
The Finnish guerrilla with the gun was the one who sneaked up to the campfire earlier. Zhang Heng was sure that he had a strong desire to pull the trigger at that time.
However, the female sniper on the side shouted something, and he eventually gave up on the idea. However, the muzzle did not move away from Zhang Heng's body. When the rest of the guerrillas came over, another person was assigned to watch over Zhang Heng. The rest of the guerrillas cut down branches to make a stretcher, and they carried the injured female sniper on it.
The Finnish guerrilla with the submachine gun tossed the Soviet uniform on the ground to the shirtless Zhang Heng, but he took off his down jacket. Zhang Heng did not say anything when he saw this, and he quietly put on the sheepskin uniform.
He could tell that the Finnish guerrillas did not believe him. They did not kill him immediately because of the female sniper. The latter was in terrible condition now, and her life was in danger.
Fortunately, the Finnish guerrillas took good care of their own people. Judging that the female sniper was in urgent need of medical attention, they did not waste any time and immediately took Zhang Heng with them.
An hour and a half later, the female sniper on the stretcher still fell into a coma. Fortunately, they finally returned to the stronghold after another hour of walking.
Two Finnish guerrillas carried the stretcher and walked quickly into a hut on the left. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, was locked up in another wooden hut. He looked around and realized that this should be a woodshed. Chopped firewood was piled up everywhere.
As soon as Zhang Heng entered the hut, the door was closed and locked. The guerrillas searched him, and not only were his down jacket, rifle, and backpack gone, but even his mobile phone and wallet were taken away.
Through the gap between the wooden huts, Zhang Heng saw a few Soviet guerrillas passing around his Huawei mobile phone curiously. But these country bumpkins from the 1930s didn't even know how to long-press the button to turn it on. After fumbling around for a long time, none of them managed to turn it on. Some of them even knocked the phone against a tree.
In comparison, his wallet was in high demand. In fact, even the goods produced by a small workshop in Yiwu were considered top-notch goods in this era. What's more, his wallet was worth a few hundred yuan, and it was being snatched away by these people. His down jacket had already been worn by the guy with the submachine gun. However, the guy was obviously more muscular, and the down jacket looked like a tight suit.
However, the strange thing was that no one touched the starfish on his wrist. Logically speaking, this kind of watch should be very valuable, but the guerrillas did not seem to notice the watch at all.
After a while, Zhang Heng realized that the camp was quite large. It must have been converted from a lumberyard, and it was difficult to spot it in the deep mountains and dense forests. He saw seven guerrillas, and it was time for them to sleep. Zhang Heng guessed that many of them were still sleeping in their houses.
Other than that, the guerrillas were the most active at night. They often attacked the Soviet soldiers when they were the most exhausted. Zhang Heng once watched a documentary where the Finnish guerrillas were interviewed. They said that the morale of many Soviet troops had completely collapsed. A few soldiers sat around a campfire, watching their comrades being shot by bullets, but they did nothing. It was as if they were completely numb.
From the number of houses, Zhang Heng estimated that there were at least forty to fifty people in this camp. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng found a place in the corner, curled up, and closed his eyes.
He did not have to wait too long. About twenty minutes later, the wooden door in front of him opened again, and two guerrillas walked in.
This time, they did not point their guns at Zhang Heng, but their attitude was clear. It was not an invitation, but an order.
Of course, Zhang Heng would not make things difficult for himself. So, he got up and followed them to another house next door.
Unlike the previous woodshed, this one looked more like a living room. Other than a wooden bed, there were tables, chairs, and a fireplace. A man with a mustache sat behind a square table. When he saw Zhang Heng come in, he put away the map on the table and gestured for him to take a seat.
Zhang Heng sat down on the chair opposite him, guessing that the man might be the commander of the guerrillas.
There was another person in the room, smoking in front of the window with her back to him. Zhang Heng could not see her face, but he could roughly guess that she was a woman, probably in her thirties or forties.
As soon as Zhang Heng sat down, the mustache man said something, but Zhang Heng could only shake his head. "Sorry, I don't speak Finnish."
He repeated this sentence in Chinese, English, and Japanese. Unfortunately, the mustache man did not understand any of it. His expression became a little impatient. Suddenly, the woman who was smoking asked in English, "Are you a spy for the Soviets?"
This was the first person Zhang Heng could communicate with since he entered this quest, and it made him feel a little relieved. What worried him the most was that he would not be able to talk to the guerrillas from the beginning to the end. If that happened, his situation would be completely out of control. At least now, he could defend himself.
"Kliment? Voroshilov may be stupid, but I don't think he's stupid enough to send a Chinese man who doesn't understand Finnish as a spy. "
"It's hard to say. After all, some people can't even tell the difference between bread and bombs these days." The woman stubbed out her cigarette and turned around.
Her eyebrows were very charming, and she must have been a beauty when she was young. No, she was still a beauty now. Some people just had the power to defeat time.
She did not dwell on this issue anymore. She looked at the mustache man, who smiled, got up, and walked out of the hut.
"Aki is not a bad person, but after all, this is a critical time. He needs to be responsible for his men."
"I can understand," Zhang Heng said.
"No, you can't, and I can't either," the woman sat down. "His country is being invaded. To protect it, he is willing to do anything, even go to hell. Listen, son," she said as she took out another cigarette from the pack. "As you can see, I'm British, and I'm a volunteer here. Unlike those guys outside, I don't want to see bad things happen. So, you must tell me the truth, and I can find a way to help you."
Zhang Heng saw a touch of spring under her collar, and he had to admit that this woman was really good. If he were really a Soviet spy, he might not be able to help himself under such an attack.
Unfortunately, the truth was often hidden in the most ridiculous answers.
Although he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he was really just the most complete outsider in this war.
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