[Discover a Finnish partisan stronghold, game points +5, you can go to the character panel to view the relevant information......]

When Zhang Heng looked at the cabins in the dense forest, there was also a system prompt sound in his ears.

But before he could take a closer look, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his back.

The Finnish guerrillas with guns were the same guy who had touched the campfire before, and Zhang Heng was sure that the other party did have a strong desire to pull the trigger at that time.

However, after the female sniper on the side shouted something, he finally gave up this idea, but the muzzle of the gun did not move away from Zhang Heng's body, and after the remaining companions came over, there was another person to guard him together, and the rest of the people went to cut down branches to make a stretcher and carry the injured female sniper to it.

The Finnish partisans holding submachine guns threw the Soviet military uniform on the ground to Zhang Heng, who was shirtless, but buttoned down his down jacket, Zhang Heng didn't say anything when he saw this, and silently put on the sheepskin military uniform.

He could see that the Finnish partisans did not believe him, and only because of the face of the female sniper did not kill him immediately, but the latter's condition was not very good, and even his own life and death were uncertain.

Fortunately, the Finnish partisans were still very good at taking care of their own people, and judging that the female sniper was in urgent need of medical treatment, they did not waste time and immediately took someone with them on the road.

However, an hour and a half later, the female sniper on the stretcher still fell into a coma, but fortunately, after another hour of walking, everyone finally returned to the stronghold.

Two Finnish partisans carried a stretcher and walked quickly into a hut on the left hand, while Zhang Heng was locked up alone in another wooden hut, he looked around, this should be a firewood house, and there were chopped firewood piled up everywhere.

As soon as Zhang Heng entered, the gate was closed and locked, and the guerrillas searched him, not only the down jacket, the seized rifle and backpack were gone, but even his mobile phone and wallet were taken away.

Zhang Heng saw several Soviet partisans passing his Huawei mobile phone curiously through the gaps between the wooden houses, but these dirt buns from the thirties of the twentieth century didn't even know how to turn on the phone.

But in comparison, his wallet is quite sought-after, in fact, even the stall goods produced by the small workshop in Yiwu are absolutely fine in this era, not to mention that Zhang Heng's wallet is worth hundreds of yuan, and it was robbed by these people, and his down jacket has been worn by the guy with a submachine gun, but the latter's figure is obviously more burly, and the down jacket is like a tights.

Strangely enough, however, no one touched the starfish on his wrist, and it was supposed that such a watch should be of great value, but the guerrillas were as if they had not noticed it at all.

Zhang Heng looked at it for a while and found that this station was quite large, it should have been rebuilt from the original logging site, it was difficult to be found in the deep mountains and dense forests, there were seven guerrillas he saw alone, and it was the time to sleep at this time, and it was estimated that there were still many people lying in the house.

In addition, the night is also the most active time for the guerrillas, they often take advantage of the most tired and sleepy time for the Soviet soldiers to attack, Zhang Heng once watched a documentary, the interviewed Finnish partisans said that later the morale of many units of the Soviet army completely collapsed, several soldiers sat around the campfire, and saw their comrades hit by bullets and were indifferent, as if they were completely numb.

Judging from the number of houses, there must have been forty or fifty people in this camp. In order to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng didn't look any further, found a place in the corner, curled up, and closed his eyes.

He didn't have to wait long, and about twenty minutes later, the wooden door opened again, and two guerrillas entered.

This time, they didn't point a gun at someone again, but their attitude was clear, it was not an invitation but an order.

Of course, Zhang Heng would not find himself unhappy, so he got up and followed them to another room next door.

Unlike the previous firewood room, this is more like a living room, but in addition to a wooden bed, there are tables, chairs and a fireplace, and a man with a mustache sat behind a square table, and saw Zhang Heng come in and put away the map spread out on the table, and made a gesture to sit down.

Zhang Heng sat down on the chair opposite him, guessing that the other party might be the commander of this guerrilla force.

But in addition, there was another person in the room, who was standing in front of the window with his back to him smoking, Zhang Heng couldn't see her appearance, and could only roughly judge that she was a woman, maybe thirty or forty years old.

As soon as Zhang Heng sat down with his mustache down, he said something, but Zhang Heng could only shake his head, "Sorry, I don't know Finnish." ”

He repeated this sentence in Chinese, English and Japanese, but unfortunately the mustache obviously did not understand, and his face became a little impatient, and at this moment the woman smoking suddenly opened her mouth and asked in English, "Are you a spy for the Soviets?" ”

This is the first person Zhang Heng has met in so many days since he entered the dungeon, and it also made him breathe a sigh of relief, what he was most worried about was that he would not be able to talk to the guerrillas from beginning to end, so that his situation would become completely uncontrollable, like now he can at least defend himself.

"Klimant Voroshilov may be stupid, but he should not be stupid enough to send a Chinese who does not know Finnish to be a spy."

"It's not for sure, because some people can't even tell the difference between bread and bombs these days." The woman snuffed out the cigarette butt and turned around.

She is very amorous between her eyebrows, she should have been a beauty when she was young, no, she should still be a beauty now, and some people just have the power to defeat time.

She didn't dwell on the question any longer, and glanced at the mustache, who smiled slightly, got up and walked out of the hut.

"Aki isn't a bad guy, it's just that these are extraordinary times after all, and he needs to be responsible for these lads under him."

"I understand." Zhang Hengdao.

"No, you can't, and neither can I," the woman sat down, "his country is being invaded, and he's willing to give everything to protect her, even to hell, listen to the child," she said as she pulled another cigarette out of her cigarette case, "as you can see, I'm British, volunteering here, and unlike those guys out there, I don't want to see something bad happen, so you have to tell me the truth so I can find a way to help you." ”

Zhang Heng saw a glimmer of spring light from her forward-leaning neckline, he had to admit that this woman's methods were too powerful, if he was really a Soviet spy, he might not be able to help but admit it under this kind of offensive.

It's a pity that the truth is often hidden in the most ridiculous answers.

Although he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he was really just a most complete outsider for this war.

PS: Regarding the background of the conversation about bread and bombs in the article, the Soviet Air Force carried out a large-scale air raid on Helsinki, the capital of Finland, on the first day of the war, and in the face of accusations from international public opinion, Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov argued: "We are not bombing Finland, we are just airdropping bread to hungry people." So the Finns gave the bombs dropped by the Soviet Air Force a nickname, which was called Molotov bread.