Maji brought Zhang Heng to meet the logistics officer in charge of distributing weapons. He was a lame old hunter who also worked as a cook. The breakfast Zhang Heng had earlier was cooked by him.
Maji hugged the man and quickly explained the purpose of her visit in Finnish. At the same time, she handed him half a pack of cigarettes. The latter looked at Zhang Heng, nodded reluctantly, kept the cigarettes, and walked into the house behind him.
"Later, Ojeda will show you how to use a rifle. He's been a hunter for decades, and he has a lot of experience. You can ask him any questions you want. I'll translate for you."
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. Maji didn't seem like the kind person who liked to meddle in other people's business.
"That kid asked me to do it." Maji shrugged, not intending to hide the truth. "I can't help it. She's the reason I can smoke all this time. It's hard for me to refuse her request. Just treat it as paying off a debt." The female doctor paused for a moment, and her eyes fell on Zhang Heng's face. Her expression became a little suspicious. "I heard from Sebol that when you were found, you were …"
"…."
Zhang Heng finally encountered a question that he couldn't answer at all. The situation at that time left him with no other choice. Even if he explained it, no one would believe him. So, he kept quiet.
Fortunately, Ojeda came out of the house and tossed him a rifle.
"The M28 in your hand is an improved version of the Monasingan M1891. The craftsmanship and shooting accuracy are better than the original. Right now, the guerrillas are in short supply of weapons. You'd better not lose it." "Other than that, Ohel has also given you seventy bullets. Take note, these are not only for your practice, but also for your first mission. So, my advice is not to use all of them." Maji finally managed to change the topic back to what Zhang Heng was trying to say. "Ohel has also given you seventy bullets.
The female doctor paused and then continued, "In the future, every time you go out on a mission, you can come here to collect forty bullets. If you want more bullets, you'll have to loot them from the corpses of those Soviets. Or, you can exchange them with valuable loot, such as seized guns, medicine, and so on. If you can drive a T26 tank back, then congratulations, the entire camp's arsenal will be open to you."
While Maji was talking, a few guerrillas carried a Maxim heavy machine gun over to her. From the looks of it, they had just returned to the camp not long ago. They had won a great victory in the previous battle. When they saw the female doctor, one of them even whistled.
Zhang Heng silently stepped aside and watched as they carried the heavy machine gun into the house.
Ohel also jotted something down in his little notebook.
After the excited guerrillas left, she finally started to explain how to use the sniper rifle to Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng listened attentively. After all, Maji's translator might not be free every day, and she couldn't be in such a good mood every day either.
The next day, the female doctor brought Zhang Heng to visit a guerrilla who was good at skiing. This time, she had to use an entire pack of cigarettes to get him to teach her for half a day. Zhang Heng had gone skiing a few times in the county near his hometown, so he had some basic skills. That was why he performed better than yesterday.
Two days later, the impatient Maji threw him aside and went to play on her own.
By then, Zhang Heng had already completed the preliminary course. He found a secluded spot nearby and started to practice. Skiing was easy, as long as he got the hang of it and put in the time, it would be effective. Shooting, on the other hand, was a little more troublesome. Although he had a rough grasp of the theory, he would have to figure out the rest through training and actual combat.
In particular, the training of the feel was something that could only be achieved by constantly pulling the trigger.
Right now, he only had seventy bullets with him. Although he had tried his best to conserve them for the past two days, he had still used up forty bullets. That was an average of twenty bullets a day. If he were at the shooting range, he could finish this training in two minutes.
However, he hadn't even touched the tail of his level zero rifle. Zhang Heng was at a loss as to what to do next. He had to save a certain amount of ammunition for his mission. Zhang Heng expected to have thirty bullets, and he had to have at least twenty bullets left. Any less and he would become a mascot.
Even if he managed to get ten more bullets, it wouldn't make much of a difference.
There was nothing Zhang Heng could do about it. He couldn't leave the camp now, and if he wanted more bullets, he would have to trade with Ohel. Unfortunately, the Finnish guerrillas had already taken away all his valuables.
Zhang Heng didn't ask them for more since he knew that it was pointless to ask. Since those things had fallen into their hands, it was unrealistic to expect them to give them up.
However, if he did that, his shooting practice would have to come to an end.
To Zhang Heng's surprise, on the third morning, when he went to the place where he usually practiced, he found three boxes of bullets under a white birch tree. There were a total of 45 bullets.
Zhang Heng had chosen this place himself. It was a little further away from the camp. He didn't know why many of the guerrillas, led by the man with the submachine gun that night, were hostile to him. He wanted to stay here for a while, and he didn't want to get into any unnecessary trouble. So, he chose a deserted spot in the woods to practice his marksmanship.
He didn't expect to find extra bullets here.
To a certain extent, the appearance of these bullets solved his current urgent problem. Zhang Heng looked at the leather box in his hand, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
It wasn't difficult to guess where this thing came from. There was only one person in the entire camp who had always been kind to him.
Zhang Heng quietly fired the 45 bullets in the woods. The next morning, he found another three boxes of bullets under the same tree. Other than that, there were also his mobile phone, wallet, wood carving, and lucky rabbit's foot. Other than the down jacket, basically everything that was taken from him was here.
This time, Zhang Heng didn't practice his marksmanship. Instead, he went to a small house and knocked on the door. It was the female doctor who opened the door. She seemed to have just woken up, yawning. "What's up?"
"Good morning, Miss Maggie. I'm here to look for someone." Zhang Heng knew that the female sniper and Maggie lived together.
The cold wind outside the door made the female doctor shiver. She tightened her collar and looked back. "Hey, that guy is looking for you. Are you here or not?"
"…"
Half a minute later, Maggie stepped aside to let Zhang Heng in. The girl was lying on the bed with her back facing the door. Only the back of her head was exposed, and it looked like she was still sleeping.
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