Zhang Heng still couldn't figure out where he was now, but he knew that he was probably going northwest.

He took a few breaks in the middle and breathed a sigh of relief, the good news was that after that, neither large nor small Soviet troops encountered each other along the way, and Zhang Heng guessed that they should have been out of the war zone now.

He walked for a while longer, felt a tap on his shoulder, and stopped, found a clean stone, and placed the masked sniper behind him.

Although he couldn't see the expression on the latter's face, Zhang Heng could still read from his gray pupils that he should be in pain now, the blood stains on his abdomen were getting bigger and bigger, and it was convenient to move when he was lying on Zhang Heng's body before, but the shaking was also very powerful, but he kept gritting his teeth and didn't speak.

Seeing that he was safe for the time being, he asked someone to put him down.

A bad feeling rose in Zhang Heng's heart, he looked around, and found that the place where the two of them were now was still a barren mountain range.

He had expected that the masked sniper would guide him to the guerrilla base camp, and that he would be able to find other companions, but his injuries were so severe that his life would be in danger if he were not treated urgently.

But looking at the latter's appearance, I'm afraid it won't last until that time, if he dies halfway, even if Zhang Heng can find the guerrilla camp in the end, he will only have to eat guns.

He didn't care about the danger at this time, he first went to pick up some firewood and lit a fire, so that the masked sniper could continue to maintain his body temperature, and boiled some snow water to bring it to the latter, the masked sniper hesitated and finally untied the white cloth mask on his face.

But when she took off her mask, Zhang Heng was stunned, she didn't expect that this sniper with superb marksmanship and fierce death was actually a blonde girl, and looking at her, I am afraid that she has just become an adult, thinking of her cold posture of constantly pulling the trigger on the battlefield to harvest life, it is difficult for Zhang Heng to associate that scene with the still somewhat green face in front of her.

He suddenly remembered that during the Winter War, Finland had a population of 3 million against the mighty Soviet Union, and that the mobilization rate of the entire country was still higher than that of the later RB and Germany, and that they had done almost everything they could to drive the invaders out of their own land, and had used up the last bullet in the chamber of their guns.

This is a real group of warriors.

Zhang Heng watched the female sniper drink a few sips of hot water, and he roasted two sausages on the fire, but then he saw that the other party shook his head.

For a while, both of them didn't know what to say.

Zhang Heng is a little entangled now, the female sniper's injury is obviously difficult to continue to move, reality is different from the movie after all, the protagonist in the movie can take the bullet out of the body by himself after being shot, but in fact, no one will take the bullet on the real battlefield.

Infection is one thing, but on the other hand, the heavy bleeding caused by the open wound is also fatal, especially considering that she has lost a lot of blood along the way.

Zhang Heng had to reconsider his current situation, whether to take the risk of staying here to take care of her or to continue alone.

The main reason is that the two of them do not understand the language now, and can only communicate some simple through gestures, Zhang Heng does not know how far away from the guerrilla stronghold is now, and it is not even clear whether the two are moving in the direction of the guerrillas.

He looked at the female sniper on the side, the latter's expression was very calm, but Zhang Heng couldn't see if she had a way to survive the crisis in front of her, or if she had already looked down on life and death.

Zhang Heng hopes that it is the former, but at present, it seems that the possibility of the latter is higher.

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Night fell quickly, Zhang Heng finally did not choose to leave, after he had dinner, he picked up some dry branches around, added them to the bonfire to maintain the temperature, poured out half of the contents of the backpack, and put it under the neck of the female sniper to make a pillow for her, after doing all this, he began to grope and study the rifle in his hand, trying to load the bullets, load and aim.

He doesn't like killing, but he has to learn how to protect himself in the middle of a war, and although he knows very well that if he does encounter the Soviets, his rookie marksmanship, who is not even a layman, will probably not work, but this is not an excuse to give up trying and do nothing.

The female sniper looked at him silently on the other side, and sometimes Zhang Heng felt that she was less like a human and more like a piece of wood, because only wood can always stay calm, no matter what she experienced, there was no emotional fluctuation.

At night, only the campfire was still dancing.

Zhang Heng fiddled with the rifle in his hand for a while, and when he turned around, he found that the female sniper's face was a little wrong, her skin was pale, her lips were almost bloody, but her forehead was full of sweat, and her body was still trembling slightly.

Zhang Heng touched her limbs and found that the temperature of her body was very low.

Blood loss took away a lot of heat in her body, especially the hemoglobin in red blood cells, which usually carries energy and oxygen to the body, but now the number of red blood cells is declining, the body's oxygen supply is insufficient, and even the body temperature will drop, and the body can't heat up No matter how thick the clothes are, it's useless.

If it is in the hospital, it can be relieved by blood transfusion, but now it is in the barren mountains and mountains, and there are not many things that can be done.

Zhang Heng had no other choice but to take off his clothes, act as a source of heat for the human body, let the two bodies stick together as much as possible, and then cover the coat outside to keep warm.

The female sniper's expression was a little complicated, but she didn't resist when her life was at stake.

Zhang Heng didn't have any charming feelings, both of them hadn't taken a bath for many days, and the smell of sweat and blood on their bodies was enough to dilute all the desires in their hearts, not to mention that the girl was still wrapped in a chest cloth in front of her.

The two are now closer than couples in love, but neither of them knows each other's names, and even if they want to ask, they can't speak, so they can only continue to remain silent.

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Zhang Heng can find a way to maintain the temperature of the female sniper's body, but he can't help the latter make up for the lost blood.

As time went on, the girl's condition became worse and worse, her breathing began to become rapid, and her pulse became faster.

Zhang Heng had a hunch that she might not be able to survive tonight, but at this time, he heard other voices.

Before the night came, Zhang Heng used the method taught by Bell to sprinkle some dry branches on the surrounding snow as a warning trap, and just now it was the sound of the dry branches being trampled on.

Zhang Heng suddenly jumped up from the ground when he heard this voice, and reached out to get the rifle on the side, but he didn't expect that someone had already touched his side, and next to the bonfire, a Finnish partisan was half-squatting on the ground, pointing coldly at him with a submachine gun.