Mannerheim Line Welcomes You (4)
After hastily finishing breakfast, Zhang Heng picked a direction, slung on his backpack, and continued onward.
When military enthusiasts in later generations studied the classic battles of World War II, they could always talk endlessly about the strategic deployments, battle plans, and tactical comparisons of both sides... But for Zhang Heng, such matters were far too advanced. Unless he could possess the body of a commander like Carl Gustaf Mannerheim or Kliment Voroshilov, there was actually very little an ordinary person caught up in the war could do.
There were no heroes in real war. No matter how full of ambition one was or how skilled one was with a gun, once one stepped onto the battlefield, any stray bullet could take one's life.
To survive as long as possible, Zhang Heng had set himself one guiding principle: stay as far away from both sides' combat zones as possible. He definitely would not go anywhere like Vyborg, Summa Village, or Käräjät. As for the renowned knockoff Maginot Line—the Mannerheim Line—he would not even consider it.
But the problem giving him the biggest headache right now was that he had no idea where he was. Even if he wanted to avoid those strategic locations, he had no clue which way to go.
Zhang Heng had already been walking for most of the day when he encountered another Soviet unit. He initially estimated that there were more than a hundred men. Fortunately, Zhang Heng spotted them early and hid far away before they noticed him. They were also in a hurry, dragging several cannons past him before long, but even so, the sight made him break out in a cold sweat.
The pines and firs in the forest provided excellent cover, but on the other hand, they