Chapter 69： Welcome to the Mannerheim Line (11) (2/2)

However, he only has 70 bullets in his hand. Although he tried to save as much as possible in the past two days, he still killed forty rounds, with an average of 20 rounds per day. This amount of training is really two minutes in the shooting hall. .

But after finishing playing, he didn't even touch the tail of lv0. Zhang Heng didn't know how to continue. He still had to set aside a certain amount of ammunition to use when performing the task. Zhang Heng's expected number was three. Ten, at least twenty rounds must be left, and then he can only be a mascot.

In fact, even if there are ten more bullets, the meaning is not very great.

恒 Zhang Heng couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't leave the camp now. He could only exchange the bullets with Ohdo. However, before he came, the valuables were taken away by the Finnish guerrillas.

Zhang Heng didn't go to them afterwards, because he knew very well that it didn't make sense to speak, and since those things fell into the hands of the group, it was not realistic to let them spit out again.

However, in this way, his shooting practice at the beginning will be forced to end.

However, what Zhang Heng did not expect was that the third morning he went to the place where he usually practiced, but found three magazines under a white birch tree for a total of 45 bullets.

This place was chosen by Zhang Heng himself, a little bit far from the camp, and he didn't know why many of the group of guerrillas led by the submachine gun that night were vaguely hostile to him ~~ He has to stay here for a while, so he doesn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble, so he chooses a forest with few people to practice his own guns.

Unexpectedly, he picked up extra bullets here.

出现 The emergence of these bullets has solved his urgent need to a certain extent. Zhang Heng looked at the leather box in his hand, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

It was not difficult for him to guess where this thing came from, because there was only one person in the entire camp who always had a goodwill to him.

Zhang Heng silently shot those 45 bullets in the woods. The next morning he saw another three boxes of bullets under the same tree, besides his mobile wallet, wood carving and lucky rabbit feet. Except for the down jacket, basically everything he was searched for is here.

This time, Zhang Heng didn't practice the gun anymore, but came to a small house. He reached out and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a female doctor. The latter seemed to have just woke up and yawned, ”What's the matter? ”

”Good morning, Miss Maggie, I'm here to find someone.” Zhang Heng knew that the female sniper lived with Maggie.

The female doctor was beaten by the cold wind outside the door, tightened her neckline and glanced back, ”Hey, that guy has come to you. I mean are you there or not?”

”.........”

After half a minute, Maggie let open half of her body and let Zhang Heng walk in. The girl lay on the bed, closed the quilt with her back to the door, and only exposed her back, as if she was still sleeping.

The female doctor was not polite, walked over and lifted the quilt directly, revealing the well-dressed female sniper below, ”Simon, do you know that it is impossible for you to avoid your partner forever, right?”