Gradually, there were still strong wounded people around, and the soldiers who were busy transporting the wounded, also started singing.

This song, sung in various languages, also dispelled the companions like magic. The sadness of the comrade's death in battle made everyone smile again.

When the song went further and further and finally came to an end, Clermont ran out of the tent not far away.

"Victor, Louis, go and get the letter from our mailbox and my backpack." Clermont shouted, "We're going to deliver the letter, so hurry up!"

"good!"

Wei Ran put away the harmonica and ran to their battlefield post office with Yu Yanlin.

Yesterday during the day, Yu Yanlin made a simple mailbox with an ammunition box - just a one-finger-wide delivery port was cut from the ammunition box.

Unlocking the two belts tied to this simple mailbox, Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin immediately saw letters that almost filled the ammunition box.

"You go get his bag and I'll pack these letters."

Yu Yanlin said, and had already begun to gather these letters together as quickly as possible.

"Have you written your letter?" Wei Ran asked while drilling into the bunker.

"not yet"

Yu Yanlin responded vaguely, "Give me the canvas pocket that holds the flag."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran stopped asking more questions, but handed the canvas pocket for the flag to the other party as quickly as possible, then collected Clermont's backpack, and put Dylan's relics and letters in with the flag.

When he came out with his backpack, Yu Yanlin had already put the letters into his canvas pocket, and re-stripped the mailbox with a belt, putting it on the other side of the bunker again.

One person carried the letter and the other was running towards the rear of the position, and when they met Clermont again, he had already got three bicycles.

"Follow me later"

Clermont said, "We have an urgent letter to send to the command post of Carabanchel. If I have an accident on the way, the letter will be in my shoulder bag."

As he said that, Clermont also patted a map bag cross-body around his waist, which he didn't have when he left just now.

As he said that, Clermont had already gotten on the bike.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately carried the backpack that belonged to Clermont on his body, and each rode a bicycle to chase after him.

"Let's send the letter to Carabanchel first"

Clermont waited for the two of them to catch up and said, "Then we go to the Battlefield Post Office to sort out the letters and parcels, and then we can come back."

Carabancheer...

Wei Ran shook his head. He didn't think they could come back, and the fight was about to begin in that place.

Although he knew clearly the upcoming battle, Wei Ran did not stop them from moving forward, and he had no reason to stop them.

Under the leadership of Clermont, the three of them rode their bicycles and threw the position behind them, crossing the French Bridge, which was guarded by heavy troops, and rushed to Carabanchel.

Along the way, the three of them, who were riding on the bicycle, answered the warm welcome from the surrounding citizens and passers-by.

However, what is ridiculous is that although Wei Ran understood Spanish this time, he was not as good as not understanding - those Madrid citizens shouted "Long live Russia".

"What are they shouting?" Wei Ran pedaled hard a few times, caught up with Clermont and asked curiously.

"They...well...they are welcoming us," Clermont said a little embarrassedly.

"Are you sure?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Yes, I'm sure." Clermont said, "They are saying welcoming us."

"But why do I think they are saying long live Russia?" Wei Ran asked.

"Do you understand Spanish?" Clermont's eyes widened.

"Looking ahead, you are about to hit the telephone pole." Wei Ran reminded directly in Spanish.

"Well, they are indeed saying long live Russia." Clermont explained helplessly in French, "they mistakenly identified us as soldiers from the Soviet Union."

"All right"

Wei Ran shook his head laughed and cried. In this era, the Soviet Union and communism could often be marked with an equal sign.

"So how many languages ​​do you know?" Clermont asked.

"A lot of things, I can even speak silly." Wei Ran said.

"I've never seen someone who can speak so many languages ​​before," Clermont's tone was full of disbelief, "Are you really a theology?"

"He has even been to Antarctica," Yu Yanlin said strangely. In his opinion, knowing more languages ​​is no longer a big deal than going to Antarctica.

"Is the threshold for learning theology so high?" Clermont said in surprise.

"It's always right to learn a few more languages, so that God won't understand."

Wei Ran said in a joke, "Where are you? I haven't asked, what did you learn when you studied in France before?"

"literature"

Clermont replied, "By the way, I also found a postman job, which would save me a lot of money from sending letters and parcels to my family."

"Transnational letters and parcels are indeed too expensive," Yu Yanlin said with deep emotion.

"So I got a job as a postman," Clermon said proudly, "but I didn't expect that I would come here to deliver the letter."

"You seem to be familiar with this place?" Wei Ran pointed around.

“It’s quite familiar”

Clermont raised his hand and pointed to a building and said, "Did you see the house with a red roof? My dad was born and raised in that house. When I was a child, my dad had brought me back several times.

Now my uncle is using that house. After the war is over, I will take you there to see it. My uncle is a chef and his cooking skills are great."

"There will be a chance," Wei Ran said, and took a look at the red-roofed house again.

"Is there anything delicious in China?" Clermont asked.

“There are many”

Yu Yanlin couldn't help swallowing, and recommended traditional dishes that Wei Ran had heard or had never heard of.

During a chat about food, the three of them walked through the city and finally led by Clermont to a suburb where houses were scattered, while barricades and patrol soldiers could be seen.

Under Clermont's leadership, the three finally arrived at the entrance of a building with soldiers' hands.

The work of watching the car was handed over to Wei Ran and the others. Clermont trotted into the building and ran out soon after.

"Let's go to the post office," Clermont said, and also distributed Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin a pack of cigarettes and two oranges to each.

They didn't rush to leave. The three of them, who had not had breakfast at all, finished eating oranges at the entrance of the building suspected to be the command post. They lit a cigarette on their own. Then they rode their bikes back to the city area slowly, and finally stopped in front of a building with a three-color flag.

“This is the post office dedicated to international travel”

Clermont said, taking them with them to put their bicycles into the not-so-busy building, and casually finding a table against the wall and saying, "I'll go and see if there are any mailing bags for us. How are you responsible for sorting those letters according to the country? And give me my backpack."

"no problem"

Wei Ran responded happily, "Claremont, there are Dylan's relics and letters in his backpack. Can you send them together?"

"Even if it's a package, I'm afraid it'll have to wait until the war is over."

Clermont apologized, "Our post office does not have that much capacity."

"Okay, then... then wait for the war to end."

Wei Ran nodded, watched Clermont enter an office, then he retracted his gaze and began to sort out the letters that Yu Yanlin had fallen on the table.

"Please find out if there is any letter from Brother Zhang?" Wei Ran reminded.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yanlin's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.

However, when the two sorted all the bags of letters according to their nationality, they did not find even a letter with Chinese characters in it.

"And you?"

Wei Ran looked at the other party again, "Your letter..."

"No, I haven't finished writing my letter yet." Yu Yanlin said subconsciously.

"Maybe we will die tomorrow." Wei Ran made his final attempt, hoping that Yu Yanlin could send the letter.

"Let's wait a little longer." Yu Yanlin shook his head, "I...I haven't finished writing yet."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran said no more and tied the letters sent to Europe with hemp ropes on the tables and placed them together.

He had just finished his work, and Clermont ran out. He was holding a not-so-large package in his hand, and in addition, he also carried a canvas postman bag that could be placed on the beam of the bicycle in his other hand.

"There are only so many?" Yu Yanlin asked.

"No, no, no, there are many, and the letters in this postman's bag do not belong to us."

Clermont said, "Only the package I have sent to me by my mother, we will now go to the place we just went to to send an urgent telegram and help them deliver the letters, and then we can come back to get the mailing bags and go back to finish our work."

"Then hurry up"

Wei Ran suppressed his anxiety and said, but he knew that after Franco's army failed on their positions, they would soon launch a feint attack on Carabanchel.

"Don't worry, let me see what my mother sent here first." Clermont said, tearing open the tightly packed package.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The things here are particularly real, with three tin cans that are not even packaged, a large ham as thick as a calf, and a bottle of red wine wrapped in a towel.
To be continued...