Over Karabanchel, the planes turned around and left after pouring out all the bullets and bombs, leaving behind a fire or two crashes and buildings that were crashed by the crash, as well as a large number of wailing wounded soldiers, as well as the bodies of internationalist fighters who were resisting until death.

"I'll send you to the house assigned to you first, and then I'll go and help transport the wounded."

Sagi said, having run out of the wreckage of the building and lifted his bicycle up.

"Let's rescue the wounded first," Yu Yanlin said on his own initiative.

"Okay, after all the wounded were sent to the field hospital, we will gather at this intersection, you are waiting for me, or I am waiting for you."

Sagi said, riding on the bike, and at the same time raised his hand and pointed in a direction, "The Battlefield Hospital is in that direction."

"See you later," Yu Yanlin said and helped his bicycle up.

"See you later"

Wei Ran also helped his bicycle up and rode it on, chose a random direction and stepped on the pedal to start exerting force.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them "divided their ways" and each rode their cars into the intense transportation of wounded people.

During the round trips, the front line seemed to have had contact with the enemy again, but the battle did not last long and the gunshots became sparse.

Seeing this, Wei Ran simply did not join in the fun. He continued to ride his bicycle and sent all kinds of minor and serious wounded people to the battlefield hospital one by one, or sent the doctor to the place where they needed them the most.

"Comrade, send me to the front line!"

Just when Wei Ran sent the fourth wounded to a battlefield hospital converted from a church, a tall man in his forties, holding two slices of bread in his hand, two hard leather medical bags on his shoulders, one left and one right, and said hurriedly in bulk French with Russian tongue-sounding sounds.

"Soviets?"

Wei Ran changed into Russian and asked, "Get on the bus."

"You know Russian?!" The man asked in surprise, "Bless Comrade Lenin, I finally met a Russian comrade."

"Comrade Lenin will bless you"

Wei Ran and the other party were riding on the back seat of the bicycle, immediately stepped on the pedal and began to work hard, and asked, "My name is Victor, what do you call it?"

"Joseph, just call me Joseph." said the Soviet medic riding in the back seat, "I am from Minsk, where are you? Comrade Victor, are you from the Soviet Union?"

"I am a Chinese," Wei Ran replied.

"You speak very well in Russian," Joseph praised.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment"

Wei Ran said while riding his bicycle toward the front line, "Why are you thinking about going to the front line now?"

“Because I got here”

Joseph said, "I only had time to put my luggage in the field hospital, then put in two first aid kits and ran out, and then met you. I was lucky. I didn't expect to meet someone who could speak Russian so easily."

“Your luck is really good”

Wei Ran said, handing the Spanish box cannon tied to his waist behind him, "Hold yourself, the front line is not very safe."

"Thank you, but I have a weapon."

As he said that, Joseph pulled out a Nagan revolver from his waist, which was blocked by the medical kit, and reached it to Wei Ran's side and shook it.

Seeing this, Wei Ran then pinned the box cannon he picked up on his belt again.

"How is the battle here?" Joseph also asked with his gun closed.

"I only launched a street fighting here yesterday"

Wei Ran replied truthfully, "Our enemies are not very good at street fighting, but they have the advantages of artillery and aircraft, and the main danger comes from these."

"Are there other Soviets here?" Joseph asked.

"It is said that there is an interpreter who is from the Soviet Union, but I have never seen him."

Wei Ran replied, "Where are you? Which battalion are you in? Are there no Soviets in your battalion?"

"I only know a few simple French words, so I was assigned to Dabrovsky Camp"

Joseph's tone was full of disgust, "But I don't want to work with those Polish bed bugs, so I applied to come here directly."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran shook his head laughed and cried. He didn't expect that there was also a chain of contempt among these "most romantic people".

"Joseph, have you not eaten yet?" Wei Ran took the initiative to change the topic.

"I'm in a hurry"

Joseph said, stuffing the last small piece of bread in his hand into his mouth, chewing it while explaining, "But just now the hospital gave me two slices of bread, an orange and a boiled potato."

At this point, Wei Ran also pinched the brakes and stopped near a barricade full of wounded people.

"Thank you Victor, don't let me see you on the operating table." Joseph said, already stepping down from the seat.

"Thank you for your blessing"

Wei Ran said as he opened the backpack he was carrying that once belonged to Viola, "Also, wait a moment, I'll give you some gifts."

"What gift?" Joseph stopped curiously and asked.

"Hold this"

Wei Ran took out the canned beef bottle that Clermont gave them before parting and handed it to the other party, "It's canned beef, at least it can fill your stomach."

"Thanks"

Joseph happily accepted the gift, then ran to the barricade not far away without hesitation, allowing Wei Ran to press the shutter towards his back.

"I hope you can survive too"

Wei Ran put away the camera while sighing, carried the handlebars to turn the direction, then called the person beside him to put a wounded person on the back seat, and rushed to the direction of the battlefield hospital with his pedal again.

During these round trips, the wounded were gradually treated and the bodies were buried in a concentrated manner. The enemies who tried to attack this position were once again defeated.

When Wei Ran rode his bicycle back to the intersection, Yu Yanlin also rode over from the battlefield hospital. After a while, Seji also rode over in a bicycle.

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Sage, who was covered in blood, greeted him and rode his bicycle to take them along the street to the other direction.

Soon after, the car stopped beside a two-story building that had collapsed most of the time.

Only half of the first floor of the building is still intact, and the doors and windows have been sealed by bricks, wooden boards and blankets. On the wall, the words "Battlefield Post Office" were written in various languages, and in the middle of these words, a simple mailbox made of ammunition boxes was hung.

“It’s here”

Sage said, "We sort out the letters we get from the post office here, sort them according to different companies, and then pick the right time to send them. I will collect the letters from several other mailboxes nearby for you, and there are also some translation work that belongs to the postman."

"Go in and have a look"

Yu Yanlin said, and was the first to get out of the car with his leg and walked in with his mailbag.

The room assigned to them was not very large, and one of the walls even had a damage that was easy for people to get out of.

In the room, in addition to the only bed and sofa, there is a table, two chairs, and a fireplace next to the broken place.

“Let’s start working now”

Yu Yanlin said, put the mailbag in his hand on the table and took out all the letters and some packages inside.

"I'll get some food for you."

Sage stood at the door and said, "I'll take you to get to know each other nearby positions later."

"Okay, then I'll bother you."

Wei Ran said, and sat on the chair by the table, and began to sort out the letters taken out of the mailbag with Yu Yanlin sitting opposite him.

This work is simple, just sort it according to the address on the envelope. The only trouble is that those addresses and recipient names are written in various languages.

After carefully sorting out these letters one by one, Yu Yanlin and Wei Ran sighed at the same time, and then looked at each other. They didn't find even an envelope with Chinese characters in these letters.

"Brother Wei"

Yu Yanlin asked with a letter written in English, "You said, when we drive away the sucking silk here, will so many people go to China to help us drive away the sucking silk?"

"What do you want to say?"

Wei Ran asked with a cigarette leaning against the back of the chair, and pushed the cigarette box and the matchbox to the other party.

"Go and smoke it over there"

Yu Yanlin walked to the sofa by the fireplace with a cigarette box, sat down, lit a cigarette and said, "I don't know what I want to say. I can't help but think about how many internationalist soldiers would be willing to go to China and resist the magical sucking silk with us."

"How many do you think there will be?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the ceiling above his head.

"Why can't there be so many brigades?"

Yu Yanlin sighed when he said this, "It sounds like a lot, but how can it be enough..."

"yes..."

Wei Ran sighed, then asked casually, "What if... I mean, what if there weren't so many people to help us? What if we failed here?"

"If there is no, there is no, if there is failure, there is failure."

Yu Yanlin didn't think at all and said for granted, "And we did not fail. We came here, we repelled the enemy's attack, and we killed so many magic sucking silk, which has already made sense in itself.

Even if the end of the magic sucking silk occupy Madrid, there will always be people who think of everything we do and choose to follow our steps to continue to resist the magic sucking silk rule."
To be continued...