I Have 48 Hours a Day

Maggie took Zhang Heng to meet with the camp’s logistics staff responsible for managing the distribution of weapons, an old hunter with a lame leg, and a part-time chef. The breakfast that Zhang Heng had before was from his craftsmanship.

Maggie hugged each other, quickly explained the purpose in Finnish, and handed over half a pack of cigarettes. The latter glanced at Zhang Heng aside, nodded reluctantly, took the cigarette and turned into the cabin behind him.

等 “Ohdo will show you how to use a rifle later. He is a decades-old hunter with rich experience. You can ask any questions you have. I will help you translate.”

Zhang Heng raised her eyebrows, with some surprises. Maggie didn’t look like a kind-hearted person.

“It was the child who asked me.” The latter shrugged his shoulders with no intention of concealing it. “No way, I can always smoke and thanks to that child, so it is difficult for me to refuse her request. Repay the debt. “The female doctor paused, her eyes fell on someone’s face, and her expression became suspicious.” Listen to Saibo when you found you and you were … “

“………”

Zhang Heng finally encountered a question that he could not answer at all. The situation at the time left him with no other choice. However, even if it was explained, no one would believe it, so he had to remain silent.

Fortunately, Ochdo also came out of the room at this time, and threw a rifle at him.

“The m28 in your hand is improved by using Mossinagan M1891 as a template. The manufacturing process and shooting accuracy are stronger than the original. Now the guerrillas’ weapons are scarce. You better not lose it.” Maggie finally turned the topic back and started her own translation work. “Besides, Ogdo also distributed 70 bullets to you. Note that this is not just for your practice, but also includes Your first ammunition rationing when you go out on a mission, so my advice is not to run out of money. “

The female doctor paused, and then said, “After that, you can come here to collect forty bullets every time you go out to perform tasks. If you want more bullets, you can only touch the bodies of those Soviet men. Or you can exchange valuable loot, such as seized guns, medicines, etc. If you can drive a T26 tank back, then congratulations, the arsenal of the entire camp will be open for you. “

Maggie was talking, several guerrillas came over with a Maxim machine gun, and they looked like they had just returned to the camp shortly after. They had won a lot in the previous battle, and they were bold when they saw the female doctor. Whistled.

Zhang Heng silently aside to watch them carry the heavy machine gun into the room.

赫 Ohdo also wrote down in his little book.

When the excited guerrillas left, he finally began to explain the use of the sniper rifle for Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng listened very carefully. After all, Maggie’s humanoid translator is not necessarily available every day, and not every day. Keep this good mood.

The next day, the female doctor took someone to visit a guerrilla who was good at skiing. This time, she used a whole pack of cigarettes to exchange for a long time as a teacher. Zhang Heng skied a few times in the county near his hometown, and it was a little basic, so he performed better than yesterday.

After two days of impatientness, Maggie threw him aside and played by herself.

However, at this time, Zhang Heng also initially completed the course, and found a place near the place where no one started to practice on his own. Skiing is okay. As long as you master the know-how and invest time, it will be effective, but shooting is more troublesome. In theory, he It took a while, but the rest was to find out from training and actual combat.

In particular, the cultivation of the feel is actually practiced by constantly pulling the trigger.

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 ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ 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?”