Speaking of this, Yu Yanlin looked at Wei Ran who was leaning against the back of the sofa and holding his arms to smoke, and said confidently and frankly, "As for the assumption that there were no internationalist soldiers willing to go to China to help us resist the aggression of the magic silk sucking, I am not worried."

"I want to hear your opinion," Wei Ran turned around and said.

“We have 40 million compatriots”

Yu Yanlin said, "Even if there are no internationalist fighters who are willing to go to China, we will find a way to turn all our 400 million compatriots into internationalist fighters and communist fighters."

Seeing Wei Ran staring at him in a daze, Yu Yanlin continued with a smile, "Actually, the answer has been given in the Internationale."

"What...what answer?" Wei Ran asked knowingly.

Yu Yanlin waved his hand to dispel the smoke around him, cleared his throat and sang:

"There has never been any savior, nor is it relying on the gods and emperors.

To create human happiness, it depends entirely on ourselves.

We must regain the fruits of labor and let our thoughts break through the cage!”

"Yes, Internationale has given the answer."

Wei Ran smiled, flicked the cigarette butt into the fireplace, then took out the harmonica under the cover of her pocket, and started playing the Internationale song from the beginning.

"Get up, a slave who is hungry and cold.

Get up, the suffering people all over the world!

...”

In the accompaniment of the harmonica music, Yu Yanlin sang the international song that can bring power from the beginning.

Halfway through, a blond and blue-eyed foreigner with a camera hanging on his chest stopped, first pressed the shutter from outside the damaged wall, and then rode directly on the damaged wall, singing loudly in English.

Almost back and forth, Sage walked in with a basket of food and also joined the chorus. The young man who was suspected of being an American also raised his camera to them again while singing in English.

When a song was finished, the person who sang in English was the first to applaud enthusiastically, and changed into French and asked, "Your harmonica is very good, what should I call you?"

"Victor, or the Chinese name Wei Ran." Wei Ran put away the harmonica and replied in English, "What should I call you?"

"Your English is as good as your harmonica, but I'll call you Victor."

The tall and thin young man enthusiastically shook hands with Wei Ran, Yu Yanlin, and Seji one by one, and introduced himself in French, "My name is Aaron, I am a photographer from the United States. Are you a postman?"

"Yes, please sit down."

Wei Ran invited the other party to sit down, "Do you want to have lunch together?"

“Very honored”

Aaron was not polite and sat down and asked, "I know the postman here, I remember it was a Viola..."

"She has been killed"

Sage took off the steel helmet above her head and put it on the table. "The barricade she was in charge of was bombarded last night and she failed to survive."

Upon hearing this, Aaron was stunned for a moment, then drew a cross on his chest piously, and said with regret, "I took a photo of her and her husband Bruno the morning before yesterday."

"Her husband... was also sacrificed." Yu Yanlin said.

“Yes…is it…”

Aaron sighed and his eyes moved to the helmet, "I've guessed it, I guessed it when I saw the helmet."

"Have you been here for a long time?" Wei Ran asked and handed the other party a piece of bread.

“This is the fourth day”

Aaron took the bread and said, "I watched this community turn into ruins with my own eyes, and also watched the soldiers, comrades turn into wounded or corpses."

"Did you record them?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the Leica hanging on the other party's chest.

"certainly!"

Aaron nodded, "I took all the photos, as much as possible. Postman, can I interview you? Although I am just a photographer and not a reporter."
Chapter completed!