Chapter 67： Welcome to the Mannerheim Line (9) (1/2)

[Found a Finnish guerrilla stronghold, game points +5, you can go to the character panel to view related information ...]

When Zhang Hengwang came to the chalets in the dense forest, a system prompt sound was heard in his ear.

But before he had time to look closely, the muzzle was resting on his back.

The Finnish guerrillas who were holding guns were the ones who had touched the bonfire before. Zhang Heng was sure that the other party really had a strong desire to pull the trigger.

However, what the female sniper shouted afterwards made him finally give up the idea, but the muzzle did not move away from Zhang Heng, and after a few other companions came over, another one guarded him together The rest went to cut off the branches to make a stretcher, and lifted the injured female sniper to it.

The Finnish guerrillas who held their submachine guns threw the Soviet uniform on the ground to Zhang Heng, who was naked, but buckled down his down jacket. Zhang Heng didn't say much when he saw it, and quietly put on the sheepskin military uniform.

He can see that these Finnish guerrillas did not believe him, but it was only because of the face of the female sniper that he did not kill him immediately, but the latter is not in a good condition now, and he is still uncertain.

Fortunately, those guerrillas in Finland still took good care of themselves, and determined that the female sniper needed urgent treatment. They did not delay time and immediately took someone to the road.

However, the female sniper on the stretcher fell into a coma after an hour and a half, but fortunately, they walked for another hour and finally returned to the stronghold.

Two Finnish guerrillas took a stretcher and walked quickly into a small house on the left. Zhang Heng was locked into another wooden house alone. He looked around. This should be a firewood room. It is chopped firewood.

The door was closed and locked as soon as Zhang Heng entered, and the guerrillas searched him, not only the down jacket, the rifle and backpack that were seized, but also his cell phone and wallet. go.

Through the gap between the wooden houses, Zhang Heng saw several Soviet guerrillas passing on his Huawei cell phone curiously, but these 1930s buns did n’t even know how to press and power on, and touched there for a long time.愣 No one can start, and some people are curiously walking towards the tree with their mobile phones.

However, in comparison, his wallet is quite sought-after. In fact, even the stalls produced by Yiwu small workshops are absolutely fine in this era, not to mention Zhang Heng's wallet is worth a few hundred dollars. Someone snatched it, and his down jacket was already worn by the guy with the submachine gun, but the latter was obviously more burly and supported the down jacket like a tights.

Strangely, however, no one touched the starfish on his wrist. It is reasonable to say that this watch should be very valuable, but those guerrillas seemed to be completely inattentive to the watch.

Zhang Heng looked for a while and found that the station was quite large. It should have been converted from an original logging plant. It is difficult to find in the deep forests. There were seven guerrillas he saw, and now It was during sleep that many people were probably lying in the room.

In addition, the night was also when the guerrillas were most active. They often attacked when the Soviet soldiers were most tired and tired. Zhang Heng once watched a documentary. The interviewed Finnish guerrillas said that the morale of many Soviet troops had completely collapsed. Now, several soldiers were sitting around the bonfire, and they were indifferent to seeing their comrades being hit by bullets, as if completely numb.

I guess from the number of houses there are probably forty or fifty people in this camp. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng didn't look any further, looked for a place in the corner, narrowed himself, and closed his eyes.

He didn't wait too long, about twenty minutes later the wooden door opened again and came in two guerrillas.

They didn't point a gun at someone this time, but their attitude was also very clear. This was not an invitation but an order.