Zhang Heng still had no idea where he was, only that he was probably heading northwest.
He stopped to rest several times along the way, catching his breath. The good news was that he did not encounter any more Soviet units, large or small. Zhang Heng guessed they had probably left the combat zone.
After walking for a while longer, he felt someone pat his shoulder. He stopped, found a clean rock, and set the Masked Sniper down behind him.
Though he could not see the expression on the latter's face, Zhang Heng could still read the pain in her dull eyes. The bloodstain on her abdomen was growing larger and larger. Riding on Zhang Heng's back had certainly made moving easier, but the jolting had been severe. She had only gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Only after it seemed temporarily safe did she let him put her down.
A bad feeling rose in Zhang Heng's heart. He looked around and found that they were still in the middle of desolate wilderness.
In his original plan, the Masked Sniper should have guided him to the guerrillas' main camp. At the very least, she should have been able to find other companions. Her injuries were so serious that if she was not treated quickly, her life would be in danger.
But judging by her condition, she probably would not last that long. If she died halfway there, then even if Zhang Heng eventually found the guerrillas' camp, all that awaited him would be a bullet.
At this point, he could no longer worry about danger. He gathered some firewood and lit a fire to help the Masked Sniper maintain her body temperature. Then he boiled some snow water and brought it to her. After hesitating for a moment, the Masked