Mannerheim Line Welcomes You (11)
Maggie took Zhang Heng to see the camp's quartermaster in charge of managing and issuing weapons, a lame old hunter who also worked as a cook. The breakfast Zhang Heng had eaten earlier had been made by him.
Maggie hugged the man, quickly explained why they had come in Finnish, and handed over half a pack of cigarettes. He glanced at Zhang Heng beside her, reluctantly nodded, accepted the cigarettes, and turned to enter the shack behind him.
"Ohto will show you how to use a rifle in a moment. He's been a hunter for decades and has plenty of experience. Ask whatever questions you have, and I'll translate for you."
Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. Maggie did not seem like the sort of person who was so kind-hearted or fond of meddling.
"The kid asked me to." She made no attempt to hide it, shrugging. "Can't be helped. I've had cigarettes to smoke all this time thanks to her, so it's hard for me to refuse her requests. Think of it as repaying a debt." The doctor paused, her gaze falling on someone's face as suspicion crept into her expression. "Seppo and the others said that when they found you, you were..."
"..."
Zhang Heng had finally encountered a question he had absolutely no way of answering. He had had no other choice in that situation, but even if he explained it, no one would probably believe him. So he could only remain silent.
Fortunately, Ohto came out of the shack just then and tossed him a rifle.
"The M28 in your hands was improved based on the Mosin-Nagant M1891. Its craftsmanship and shooting accuracy are both better than the original version. Weapons are scarce among the guerrillas right now, so you'd