Mannerheim Line Welcomes You (7)
Zhang Heng had done everything he could. He could not help with the battle that followed and could only crouch behind the tree, quietly waiting for the outcome.
The entire battle ended even faster than he had imagined.
Once the Masked Sniper had a gun in hand, he was like a fish in water. In less than forty seconds, he took out the remaining three Soviet soldiers. When the gunfire stopped, Zhang Heng emerged from behind the tree as well.
The Masked Sniper still gripped the revolver tightly, but his expression had eased somewhat. At least he was no longer pointing the barrel at anyone.
Only when Zhang Heng approached did he notice bloodstains on the other man's clothes. It seemed he had not completely avoided the earlier burst of gunfire.
Zhang Heng's heart sank. He had finally encountered someone in this forest who did not seem too hostile toward him, and he had hoped to find a way to get the man to take him behind the lines. If the Masked Sniper died here, all his previous efforts would have been wasted.
Zhang Heng first retrieved his phone and turned off the alarm. There were quite a few bullets scattered on the ground, but fortunately not one had struck the phone's screen. Then he stripped several backpacks from the dead Soviet soldiers. The supplies in his original backpack had been almost used up, and he had dumped the rest on the ground earlier. He looked at the Masked Sniper beside him. The latter shook his head, his gaze falling instead on the ammunition boxes at the corpses' waists.
Zhang Heng removed two boxes from a weapons belt and tossed them to him.
The Masked Sniper immediately reloaded his rifle.
Afterward, he clutched his lower