Chapter 65： Welcome to the Mannerheim Line (7) (1/2)

Zhang Heng has done everything he can. He can't get involved in the next battle, but can only squat behind the tree and wait for the result.

The whole battle was faster than he thought.

As soon as the masked sniper had a gun in his hand, it immediately became like a fish. It took less than 40 seconds to kill the remaining three Soviet soldiers. When the gunfire stopped, Zhang Heng came out from behind the tree.

The masked sniper still held the revolver tightly, but his expression eased, at least he no longer pointed at someone with his muzzle.

Zhang Heng also approached before he noticed blood on his opponent's clothes. It seemed that he couldn't completely avoid the previous round of fire.

This made Zhang Heng's heart sink. He finally encountered a person who was not too hostile to him in this forest. He also wanted to find a way to let the other party bring him behind the front. If the masked sniper died like this Here, his previous efforts were wasted.

Zhang Heng first picked up his mobile phone and turned off the alarm. There were a lot of warheads on the ground. Fortunately, none of them fell on the mobile phone screen. Then he took a few from the dead Soviet soldiers. The backpack, Zhang Heng's original supply was almost consumed, and the rest was also fallen to the ground before. He looked at the masked sniper aside, who shook his head, but his eyes fell on the waist of the body. Between bullet boxes.

Zhang Heng picked two boxes from the armed belt and threw them to him.

Masked sniper immediately changed bullets for his rifle.

After a while, he stood up from the ground with his belly in his hands. Two consecutive battles have just happened here. The gunfire is likely to attract more enemies and he must leave as soon as possible.

Zhang Heng picked up a backpack and carried it on his back, and then picked up a rifle to defend himself, went to the masked sniper, and wanted to help the other side, but somehow when his hand touched the body of the masked sniper The latter showed some resistance, his shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously shook off someone's hand.

Zhang Heng frowned. Now it ’s not stubborn. He needs the other person to show him the way to live in this forest, but it is difficult to escape the injury without the help of the masked sniper. The two are now like one. Grasshoppers on the rope can only survive the current difficulties if they work together.

Masked sniper probably also wanted to understand this, so he didn't refuse someone's kindness any more, and let Zhang Heng raise one of his arms and point in the direction, and the two of them staggered to the other side.

Along the way, Zhang Heng saw the bodies of many Soviet soldiers, and a chariot that was still burning. In addition, there were also some Finnish guerrillas in white camouflage clothes. How much hate, many people's bodies were sieved, making Zhang Heng's dream of changing a coat halfway through.

这 If someone saw the two at this time, they would find this combination very strange. A yellow man in Soviet military uniforms supported a Finnish guerrilla and seemed out of place in this smoke-filled forest.

Zhang Heng looked at the surrounding scenes, silent in his heart.

Although he has also seen some corpses and heard some gunshots on the roadside these days, they are only small-scale engagements. This time, it is obviously a relatively large-scale military operation. The sound of previous distant crossfires continued. Time is not long. Now it is likely to be a trap to attract Soviet soldiers around, and Finnish guerrillas such as masked snipers took the opportunity to ambush on the side of the road.

Using the high mobility brought by snowboards, they shuttled through the forest, retreated with one hit, and didn't stop. So after World War I, the bodies of Soviet soldiers were everywhere, showing various deaths.