The short soldier coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a smile appeared on his overly young face, "For... to fight for you... and our... freedom... tell me..."

Before he could finish his words, the short soldier stopped moving.

"I don't know what your name is yet?"

Wei Ran helped the other party close his eyes, "If I can survive, I will take you back."

As he said that, he finally stood up, then picked up a submachine gun that he didn't know who he belonged to, took off the magazine and took a look, then handed it to Yu Yanlin, who seemed to have only a pistol. He himself walked to the side of the body that was killed, and took out a PP pistol from Germany and a spare magazine from his hand and pocket.

"Where is Clermont?"

Wei Ran asked, plundering several grenades as fast as possible.

"I don't know, I'm separated from him."

Yu Yanlin followed Wei Ran with a gun and said, "In just a few hours, he had already looked like a veteran."

"Follow me"

Wei Ran said as he speeded up, ran to the corner of the trench they had just made, and quickly looked at it. Then he hugged and ran over, pulling a submachine gun and a spare magazine from a corpse.

After a while, several warriors followed behind them, some of them speaking German, some of them speaking Italian, and some of them speaking Russian and Spanish that Wei Ran could already understand.

They were all the "rookie" recruits Wei Ran mentioned, but at this time they had the courage to be fearless.

With the cooperation and mutual protection of these soldiers and comrades, everyone advanced along this trench that seemed to have no end.

From time to time, someone fell down. From time to time, the soldiers who had empty bullets needed to bend down and pick up all kinds of useful weapons to continue fighting.

"Bang!"

After emptied the bullets of the gun in his hand again, Wei Ran threw them directly to the opposite side, then moved away from the side, and he bent down and picked up a leverage rifle from a corpse to continue participating in the battle.

At the same time, more and more Republican soldiers and international brigade soldiers rushed into the enemy's positions, and the speed of advancement was getting faster and faster amid the tragic casualties.

Gradually, the roar of machine guns and the roar of tanks came from behind Wei Ran and others. The enemies in this position also discarded more and more corpses and began to retreat.

Finally, Wei Ran, Yu Yanlin and the soldiers around him saw the enemy's artillery position.

For a time, various pistols, submachine guns and rifles fired one after another, and the artillery soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

"call out!"

With the sound of the air in his ears being tearfully broken, Wei Ran felt his cheeks heat up a little.

After reaching out and touching the warmth at the sideburns, Wei Ran raised the leverage rifle he had just picked up again, aimed at the traffic trench and pulled the trigger again.

"Grenade!"

Wei Ran reminded him loudly in German, and Yu Yanlin also shouted in French. Suddenly, several grenades were thrown into the traffic trench and exploded one after another.

"Machine gun, there seems to be a machine gun there!" Yu Yanlin reminded loudly, and raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

Turning his head and looking at it, Wei Ran immediately threw away the lever rifle in his hand and ran over, greeted Yu Yanlin and carried the Maxim and its water tank to the fork in the traffic trench and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da da--"

Amid the dense gunfire, the enemy in the traffic trench was suppressed and Wei Ran shouted "grenade" again.

Under his reminder, the two soldiers climbed into the trench and threw the grenades they were holding in their hands towards the depths of the traffic trench where the machine gun could not hit.

"Boom! Boom!"

After two consecutive explosions, Wei Ran immediately called Yu Yanlin to carry the machine gun and advance forward, but the two soldiers who risked throwing grenades were hit by bullets and left outside the trench.

Fortunately, more soldiers ran behind him at this time. They immediately filled the vacant staff and continued to advance along the traffic trench along the traffic trench toward the deeper level of the enemy's position under the cover of Wei Ran's machine guns.

After emptied the bullet in the Maxim ammunition box, Wei Ran had no choice but to know where he had gone, and quickly ran to the occupied mortar position, turned a mortar to the maximum elevation angle, and then stuffed a mortar shell into it.

"boom!"

As the randomly picked up mortar shell exploded, the bloody position war seemed to have reached a turning point.

Amid the fighting sounds coming from all over the place, some people sang the international song in Russian.

Driven by this seemingly vague singing, the international songs sung loudly in Germany, French, Italian and even Spanish gradually rang everywhere on the battlefield.

As the clearer and more uniform songs were heard, he also heard the same song that Yu Yanlin grew in Chinese.

After a little relieved, Wei Ran lowered the elevation angle of the mortar and stuffed a shell and shot it out.

It doesn't matter whether you can hit people at this time, but the exploded mortar is enough to destroy the enemy's psychological defense.

Gradually, with the singing of various languages ​​that resounded throughout the battlefield, this one-kilometer-long position was gradually occupied, and more and more soldiers and tanks rushed over, and the sky above their heads gradually brightened.

At this time, Wei Ran no longer dared to continue firing with mortars. After searching, he picked up a rifle again, jumped out of the trench and chased after him.

When he returned to the front line, the enemy had already begun to retreat under the cover of artillery and tanks. Wei Ran also breathed a sigh of relief and hid in a depression and hurriedly checked his injuries.

The battle just now caused a stray bullet to cut a wound on his sideburn. In addition, he also noticed that there was a bullet inlaid on the wooden handle of the trench staff that was pinned to his waist, and there was even blood around it.

Is it the one who saved himself a little German?

Wei Ran realized something and thought of it. At this moment, a whistle to stop chasing came from behind him.

After breathing a little relieved, Wei Ran looked up at the sunset that was about to jump out of the horizon in the distance, struggled to stand up, and staggered towards the direction he came.

Along the way, he bent down from time to time and collected some weapons and ammunition from the enemy's corpses to supplement his own consumption.

However, when he pushed away a corpse pressing against a soldier, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The one he was pressed under was that he met the veteran named Dylan not long ago. He was still alive at this time, but in his stomach, there was a bayonet with only the hilt left behind and still outside.

"We...we meet again..." The veteran smiled with difficulty.

"Don't move, save some effort, you might survive."

Wei Ran said, but after being deprived of his medical skills, he had no idea how to help the other party.

"No...no..."

The veteran said, "Are there... cigarettes?"

"Yes, yes, you wait."

Wei Ran hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out two and held them in his mouth, leaned over a burnt corpse next to him, and then stuffed one into Dylan's mouth.

"I...I'm from Italy...Rome..."

Dylan said, tremblingly pulling out an old-fashioned razor from his arms and an envelope rolled on it, "Help me... send it home...I...I'm a barber...my wife and daughter...is still waiting for me."

"Let me... let me take a photo of you..."

Wei Ran did not go to answer the letter, took out the camera, enclosed the other party in the view frame and pressed the shutter.

"Pu"

Almost as he put away his camera, Dylan's letter and old-fashioned razor fell on a battlefield full of dead grass and scorched earth.

"I will send it home for you..."

Wei Ran picked up the old-fashioned razor and letter in a sigh, then took off the red scarf from Dylan's neck, wrapped them together and stuffed them into his pocket.

Slowly pulling out the bayonet that pierced Dylan's abdomen, Wei Ran carried it on his shoulder with difficulty and continued to walk towards the direction he came.

By the time he jumped into the trench he had seized again, the sun had completely jumped out of the horizon, but the only benefit of the light was that he could see the cruel scene in the trench more clearly.

Along the way, he saw the injured and undead soldiers, the bodies all over the ground, and the medical staff such as Gerard who were busy treating the wounded, also saw the captured enemies, and even the limping Clermont.

Stopped down Dylan's body, Wei Ran walked over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Victor!"

When Clamon saw Wei Ran, he shouted out his name in surprise, then limped forward and gave him a warm hug, "Great, you are still alive! Have you seen Louis?"

"I saw it before dawn, but I got separated again."

Wei Ran helped the other party sit down, "What's wrong with your feet?"

"Twisted"

Clermont said in annoyance, "I stepped on an enemy's neck while jumping out of the trench... Oh—!"

With Clermont's scream and a crisp "click", Wei Ran helped the other party straighten his dislocated ankle and "take two steps to try."

"ha?"

Clermont was stunned for a moment, then stood up carefully, and tried to let the dislocated foot serve as the center of gravity, and then his face also showed joy.

"How did you do it... Victor, where are you going?" Clermont immediately chased after Wei Ran when he saw that Wei Ran had already stood up.

"Go and take a picture of a soldier"

Wei Ran said, carrying Dylan's body again and walked along the long winding trenches that seemed endless to be towards the short German soldier.

Upon hearing this, Clermont was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the busy Gerard and a female nurse beside him, and then gritted his teeth and followed.

Following the memory and searching, Wei Ran finally returned to the soldier who didn't know his name after several mistakes.

"He saved me, but I couldn't even ask what his name was."

Wei Ran said, putting Dylan's body down again, then snatched it in the arms of the German-speaking warrior, and finally found a cross necklace from his neck and a letter sent to Nuremberg.

"Then take a photo of him."
Chapter completed!