The street they just passed by should be Madrid's "Grenade Running Avenue".

The position they filled in at this time was the front line position near the "Pastoral Home" National Forest Park in the western suburbs of Madrid.

He even knew that the unreliable Manfred Stern was the one who commanded the defense here at this moment.

Of course, in this war, compared to the name that helped a lot in China, his more well-known title at this time should be "General Kleber".

No matter what his name is, this great clever man who had worked as a spy in the United States earlier must have gone to Gulagri to dig potatoes and die.

More of course, Wei Ran knew very clearly that this great conspiracy would organize the 11th International Brigade to launch a charge against Franco's troops tomorrow night.

Just from this position, winning is indeed a win, but it also defeated one-third of the strength of the 11th International Brigade.

But no matter how much he knows, it is useless. All he can do is to take advantage of the fact that the enemy on the opposite side has not launched an attack on them, waving shovels and strengthening the trench line with the soldiers who were already guarding here.

As shovels of soil were piled up on the enemy's face, Wei Ran also began to widen the backscene bunker that could only accommodate one person squatting inside - the temperature here was not very warm, and he didn't want to sleep in the trenches.

However, while digging the bunker, he was also looking for the postman Clermont.

If the other party can apply in time to let himself act as his helper, there is no need to dig the trench back cover.

Unfortunately, as the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, until someone brought him a simple dinner and a blanket, he never saw the postman Clermont again.

Squatting in the cat's ear piercing that had been broadened with hard work, Wei Ran spread the blanket on her body, and then focused on the dinner she had just divided.

The dinner was particularly simple, with two slices of dry and hard bread, a boiled potato, and a lump of chickpeas with thick soup.

All of this was put in a small aluminum pan-like container, and it was delivered to him with an aluminum meal spoon.

If it weren't for the fact that French and German were not full of French, and were extremely similar to French, but were talking about Spain after all, he even had the illusion of returning to the Soviet front.

Using a spoon, crushed the soft potatoes and stewed chickpeas and mixed them together to make a batter. Wei Ran picked up a piece of bread and dug it into a lump and put it into his mouth. The taste was not delicious, but at least it was not unpalatable.

Considering that he didn't know when he would wait for the next meal, he ate this meal very carefully and carefully. After filling his stomach, he took out the British kettle under the cover of the night.

Fortunately, the kettle is filled with water.

He stingyly poured some into the pan-like tableware, and then used the aluminum spoon to scrape the remaining soup off and dissolve it in the water. Wei Ran finally drank the water in the pot.

After all, he filled his stomach, he then took out the metal notebook in the dark and provided three pistols to check them one by one.

This time, the living father was very bright. Whether it was the luxurious 1911, the Nagan revolver I got in the labor camp, or the box cannon tied to the Long March shoulder pole, they were all filled with bullets.

Put them away one by one, and Wei Ran had time to flip through his body.

Apart from the two sealed barrels containing spare film in his pocket, a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches, he never found any personal belongings with him.

Not disappointed, he put away these things, wrapped the blanket tightly on his body, lit a cigarette and took the time to rest to recover.

However, before he could finish smoking the cigarette he was holding in his hand, Clermont's French call came from a distance, "Victor, where is Victor? Victor who can play the harmonica!"

"Here!" Wei Ran immediately greeted.

"I finally found you!" Clermont's tone was filled with unconcealed happiness, and he immediately ran over with his waist and leaned against the trench line.

Wei Ran noticed that there was a man behind him. This man was not tall, because of the sky and because of the two of them, he could only see so many of them for the time being.

"Victor, I brought you a friend."

Clermont said, squatting down from the side, greeting the person following behind him and squatting down, "He is Louis. I have asked, he is also a Chinese. You guys can communicate with the rest."

"Are you Chinese?" asked the person who just followed Clermont in Chinese.

"Yes, so do I."

Wei Ran nodded, "Come in the bunker. Although it is relatively small, the three of us can at least sit down when we squeeze, and it is warmer."

Upon hearing this, Clermont and Louis also bent over and followed him into the bunker.

As Wei Ran said, the bunker is really not big. Even after his widening, it can only allow the three of them to sit down against the wall in three directions.

Even so, even Wei Ran and Louis, who were sitting opposite him, subconsciously crossed their legs, and even though Clermont chose to kneel down, there was only a space less than half a meter square left between the three of them.

"Block the hole with your blankets." Clermont took out a kerosene lighter and lit it and suggested in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran and the fellow villager immediately untied the blankets they were wearing, and with the faint light of the lighter, they used their respective weapons to hold up the double blankets that served as door curtains.

At the same time, Clermont also handed the lighter in his hand to Wei Ran to help him hold it. He himself untied his blanket and spread it among the three, then untied the German war backpack he had been carrying and placed among the three.

As the old backpack, nicknamed "monkey", opened, Wei Ran also noticed that the pocket of the backpack was stuffed with a canvas bread bag, which seemed to be filled with letter paper envelopes.

In the main space of this backpack, there is a smallest fire hand oil lamp, an oil pot and a glass bottle surrounded by a circle of towels and tightly wrapped with hemp rope.

"Give me"

Clermont said, having already taken the lighter that Wei Ran helped to light the oil lamp, then put the oil lamp in his backpack among the three.

"You talk about you"

Clermont said, picking up a tube of the same towel from his backpack.

Wei Ran and the fellow villager looked at each other, smiled at each other, and looked at Clermont in unison. Obviously, they were all curious about what the postman was going to do.

Seeing this, Clermont just smiled, then took off the towel and took out a cylindrical sterling silver moka pot about the size of the oil lamp, "I just want to invite you to have a cup of Italian coffee."

"It would be even better if there was pasta," Wei Ran said subconsciously.

"I can't carry pasta with me"

Clermont said, having unscrewed the glass jar, dug some coffee powder with the wooden spoon inside and put it into the shiny mocha pot that had been wiped.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and the fellow villager with the French name Louis retracted their gaze and looked at each other.

With the light of the oil lamp, you can see clearly that Louis, like himself, wore a beret with red spikes on his head.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is only a kettle, a bullet box and a Mauser bayonet placed in the scabbard, and a canvas bag cross-body. Even the weapons he uses are also short Mauser rifles produced by Spain.

The only difference between the two is that Wei Ran was wearing canvas overalls, sweaters and leather jackets.

The other party's upper body was a thick khaki double-breasted lapel jacket, with a white suit and a dark gray tie on his neck. His lower body was wearing legged breeches and a pair of worn leather boots.

As for his appearance, this man who looked at a maximum of 1.7 meters was particularly symmetrical, and his appearance was also Zhou Zhengzhong's firmness, which made Wei Ran subconsciously think of Mr. Lu Xun.

"My name is Yu Yanlin, I am from Shanghai Stock Exchange. It's 23rd this year." The man stretched out his hand and said actively, "What do you call this big brother?"

It's you indeed!

Wei Ran reached out his hand enthusiastically and held it with the other party, "Wei Ran, I am from Hebei Province, 27."

"Brother Wei also comes from Paris?" Yu Yanlin asked in surprise, "Why haven't I seen you when I was in training before?"

Wei Ran made up a lie casually, "I came from Germany and joined this camp yesterday and didn't have time to receive training."

"Germany? Are you from Germany?"

Yu Yanlin became more and more excited, "I used to be in Germany too! I studied chemical engineering at the University of Erlangen-Nuremberg, and I went to Paris at the beginning of this year! Where is Brother Wei? Are you studying in Germany too?"

"Yes, I'm studying theology in Berlin."

Wei Ran lied again and asked with great affection, "Why did Brother Yanlin go to Paris?"

"Work and study"

Yu Yanlin shook his head helplessly, "It's too expensive to study outside. I have a classmate who went abroad to visit Paris. He found a translation there. When he was about to return to China in spring, he wrote me to go over and serve him."

"So you're here?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I worked as a translator for several months. Later, my employer came to join the International Column and asked me if I wanted to come together." Yu Yanlin explained with a smile, "and then I came."

"It's a coincidence..." Wei Ran sighed.

"yes"

Yu Yanlin said, "I didn't expect that I could still meet fellow villagers when I was about to go to the battlefield."

"yes..."

Wei Ran asked worriedly in the gradually spreading aroma of coffee, "Yanlin, can you use a gun? How long have you been trained?"

"Can you know how to use it, of course you can use it!"

Yu Yanlin replied, "I have participated in training for almost a week."

Only a week...

Wei Ran became more and more worried. After thinking for a while, he changed into French and asked, "Clermont, how old are you? How long have you been trained?"

"I'm 25 years old"

Clermont replied, "I've been training for about a week, but I've been a postman before coming to Spain."

Who asked you about the job of the postman...

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and simply said in French more directly, "Since that's the case, you two should follow me. Once the battle starts, don't get separated from me. You can follow me wherever I go."

"You...Brother Wei fought a war?" Yu Yanlin asked. He also changed into French, and he spoke pretty well.

"At least it should be more experienced than you," Wei Ran asked casually, "Where are you? Have you ever fought... Forget it, have you ever fought?"

"Brother Wei, don't underestimate me." Yu Yanlin said proudly in Chinese, "I have not only fought a war, but also killed the Japanese!"

"Kill...what? Have you killed the Japanese?" Wei Ran asked in surprise when he changed back to Chinese.

"No! Can I still mess with you?"
Chapter completed!