In the building facing the street, Wei Ran and the other four bent down from time to time, avoiding the windows that had collapsed from the shelling just now, and quietly narrowed the distance from the enemies outside.

Naturally, these enemies would not squat in the middle of the street and be foolishly shot. After being attacked suddenly, they had already rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street with huge casualties.

"Stand a little bit, keep the distance apart, but don't get separated."

Before Wei Ran could finish his speech, accompanied by a "boom!" explosion, a big hole was blown out of the wall of a room in front.

Almost subconsciously, he and Viola pulled one to avoid the two sides and gave up the door of the room.

"Da da da da!"

Immediately afterwards, a submachine gun reached out from the hole in the wall and began a purposeless strafing, and almost shot a ball of cigarettes at the feet of Clermont and Viola.

Before the two of them could stand firm, a smoke-filled grenade was thrown in, and the submachine gun also shrank back.

"boom!"

Another dull explosion, Wei Ran and Viola both pulled Clermont and Yu Yanlin who were about to rush in, and then moved in unison to make a gesture of silence.

He bent down carefully and picked up a cup. Wei Ran gently tapped the submachine gun in Yu Yanlin's hand with his fingers, and then looked at Viola opposite him.

When the latter and Yu Yanlin nodded together, Wei Ran put away the revolver under the cover of his clothes, held the cup in one hand and started counting down 321 with gestures.

When all three fingers were clenched into fists, Wei Ran threw the cup in his hand into the room, and shouted "Look down" in Spanish!

Caught off guard, the soldiers who were helping their companions to pass through the hole in the wall next time had no time to see what was flying over, so they hugged their heads and prepared to lie down.

"Da da da da!"

Viola and Yu Yanlin fired one after another in their hands, and easily wiped out the four enemies who had just entered the room.

Before the last shell of the submachine gun in their hands could be reached, Wei Ran rushed into the room with a quick step and hid on the side of the hole in the wall.

Almost in front and back, a smoke-filled grenade was thrown in by the enemy outside.

Wei Ran, who had been on guard against this move, caught the grenade without hesitation and threw it back, and then immediately gave up his position.

"boom!"

Amid the deafening explosion, the holes in the wall that had to bend over to get in became more spacious, and the screams coming from outside became clearer.

The probe looked at it as fast as possible and immediately retracted his head. Wei Ran looked left and right, reached out and pulled two defensive grenades from the waist of an enemy corpse and pulled off the pull ring for a second or two, and threw it at the entrance of the alley outside the hole in the wall.

"boom!"

After two almost overlapping explosions, Wei Ran immediately rushed out with his waist. At the same time, Viola also poked out most of his body with a submachine gun.

Compared to this female militia, Clermont and Yu Yanlin have more amateurs. They obviously have not received relevant training and are even at a loss.

With Viola's cooperation, he solved the three or two remaining enemies hiding in the alley. Wei Ran bent down and picked up a few grenades and a Spanish box cannon, and then led the three people behind him into another building.

"grass!"

As soon as he entered the door, Wei Ran saw the enemy running towards him from the door of another room. Almost subconsciously, he held up the box cannon he picked up and pulled the trigger!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two consecutive shots killed the two enemies running in the front. Before they could fall to the ground, Viola and Yu Yanlin behind them each started firing with submachine guns.

This sudden encounter undoubtedly scared Wei Ran and others, but the opponent's slightly slow reaction also allowed him to confirm the accuracy of historical records.

These national troops are indeed not good at street combat, and the various Mauser rifles equipped with bayonets that most of them use are not suitable for street combat at all.

Taking advantage of the three of them shooting and suppressing them, Clermont took out a grenade he had just picked up and pulled it open and threw it in. With an explosion, only dust awakened by the shock wave and the screams of the surviving enemies were left in the room.

"Walk"

Wei Ran, who had already occupied the commander's position invisibly, issued an order and led the three of them to continue walking inside the building.

From time to time, they would pull the trigger towards the enemy outside the window, and would encounter men, women, young and old holding rifles, pistols, shotguns, and even slingshots and stones.

Under this concerted resistance, almost all the enemies rushing into this area were dragged into the quagmire of street fighting.

Wei Ran and others who were also walking through the battlefield followed Viola and finally arrived at her husband's position after finding three battlefield mailboxes that she had set up by herself.

“It’s also the location of the fourth email address”

Viola did not hide his selfishness at all, "I can meet him every day while I receive letters."

"What's his name?" Clermont asked.

"Bruno" Viola said, "He is a company commander and is responsible for the barricades at the front intersection."

Speaking of this, she had raised her hand and pointed directly in front of her, "You see the mailbox tied to the street lamp pole..."

Only halfway through his words, Viola suddenly stopped and then ran towards the street lamp pole that Wei Ran and the other two had just noticed.

On this street lamp pole, a tricolor flag representing the international brigade was hung. It was a waist-high position and a wooden ammunition box was tied - just like the simple mailbox made by Yu Yanlin.

But at this time, next to the lamp pole, there was a man lying, wearing a gray tweed windbreaker and a Su-style SSH36 steel helmet on his head.

The steel helmet was painted with a white sickle hammer, the other was painted with three-color paint, and the other was painted with red triangle stars.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Looking at Viola, who was panicked and throwing away the submachine gun in his hand and holding the broken body in his arms, Wei Ran and the other two looked at each other, and finally stopped and did not get in.

But soon, Viola wiped the unstoppable tears, reached out and took off the helmet from her husband Bruno's head and put it on his head. She ignored Wei Ran and Clermont who subconsciously raised the camera to her, lowered her head and gently kissed Brono's bloody lips.

Carefully laying his body back on the flattening, Viola picked up the submachine gun again.

Seeing her looking over, Wei Ran sighed, put down the camera hanging around her neck, "Let's go over."

Clermont and Yu Yanlin nodded and followed Wei Ran.

"Victor, Clermont, Louis."

As Viola said, she opened the simple mailbox tied with iron wire to the street lamp pole, took out the letters inside and quickly sorted them out, and handed them over, "This is the last letter in the mailbox. Please bring these back to the post office. Also, return my backpack to me."

"you want..."

"I've completed half of the work of the postman, and now I'm going to stay and fight."

Viola straightened the slightly larger helmet on her head, "I'll leave the work of delivering these letters waiting to be sent to the post office to you, is that okay?"

"us..."

"We will complete the work belonging to the postman," Clermont took the stack of letters and made a serious commitment.

"I will also complete the work of the postman," Viola said, taking the long horse-haired bag handed over by Wei Ran.

"Although that's what it means"

Wei Ran said, already picked up Bruno's body, and walked into the abandoned building on the roadside and said, "But the war here is not over yet. We may not be able to leave now, and..."

Wei Ran glanced at Clermont, "At least, please invite our friends and comrade Viola to have a cup of coffee and then share a pasta. I mean it's convenient."

"certainly"

Clermont nodded in agreement, and at the same time put the letters from this battlefield that he needed to bring to the post office into his bag.

"Thank you"

Viola took a last look at the body that was held by Wei Ran, held a submachine gun, and walked towards the barricade not far away against the bloodstains left by his husband on the street.

Bruno's body was sent into a room that looked pretty solid and solid and covered with a blanket. Wei Ran and the other four joined the battle on the street nearby.

This place is undoubtedly the front line and the place with the greatest pressure on the entire battlefield.

On this battlefield where all the buildings are built, soldiers from the International Brigade, soldiers from the Republican Army, soldiers of the National Army and residents of this community competed almost one room at a time around with each confrontation barricade.

Wei Ran and the other two tacitly understood that they were just sticking to the building next to the barricade, relying on the shooting holes on the wall to eliminate any enemies trying to cross here.

"boom!"

As the afternoon approached, dense shelling enveloped the place again.

However, this time, under the cover of shelling, the still alive enemies also began to retreat in a hurry after leaving the bodies and wounded on the ground.

"It's finally over"

At the same time as the shelling ended, Clermont sat down tiredly against the wreckage of the fireplace. Although they had not moved for most of the day, the battle had almost never stopped.

"Your backpack is OK?"

Wei Ran said, and then picked up some crushed tables, chairs and benches piled up by the remaining fireplace.

"I almost forgot about this! We still have pasta!"

Clermont immediately sat up straight and untied the backpack behind him and opened it as fast as possible.

"Louis, how about you invite Viola?" Clermont asked while taking out the things he had loaded in.

"I'll go now"

Yu Yanlin, who was originally pressing bullets on the empty magazine of the submachine gun, immediately stood up and walked to the distance.

At the same time, Wei Ran also found a barely complete aluminum pot after searching for a while, and then ran to a blown tap water pipe in the distance to collect most of the pot of water.

By the time he came back, Viola had been invited, and even the fire in the remains of the fire was lit.

"Please take your seat"

Clermont said seriously, and also took the water that Wei Ran brought back.

There were naturally no decent tables, chairs and benches in this room that had been bombarded. The three of them simply sat on the ground by the fireplace. Clermont made a pot of coffee and brought a small cup to each person, then tore open the round paper tube sent by his mother, poured out a small glass bottle of olive oil from it, and then poured out a handful of pasta.
To be continued...