After saying goodbye to Yu Yanlin and others, Wei Ran and Aaron followed the soldier away from the post office and climbed onto a Fiat pickup truck with many bullet holes on a cargo bucket parked at the door.

After they sat down, the soldier immediately got into the cab and started the car and hurried towards the south of the city.

"Where did your camera come from?" Before the car could run, Aaron pointed at the Tailu who was hanging around Wei Ran's neck and asked curiously.

"My Robbery"

Wei Ran smiled and said perfunctorily, then asked, "Where are you? Are you here in Spain as a photographer?"

"I'm just an assistant"

Aaron sighed, "I originally had a partner, he was a professional journalist, but at the end of last month, he died in Para. He left his camera to me and asked me to continue shooting and fighting here."

As he said that, Aaron pulled out a 1911 pistol from the cowhide holster on his waist and shook it, "My hands were originally used to get weapons, but now I'm more fighting with a camera."

"The silver salt negatives at some point are much more powerful and lasting than bullets."

Wei Ran changed his comfortable position and leaned against the back of the cab. He took out a cigarette box and lit it. He asked while handing the cigarette to the other party, "You...you have your partner, have you taken a lot of negatives?"

"certainly"

As Aaron said, he had already taken off his backpack, took out a copy of Wei Ran's extremely familiar negatives and handed over, "We took these photos before, but after my partner was killed, the film rinsing potions he carried were destroyed, and the ones I took afterwards have not been washed out."

As he said that, Aaron also opened his backpack and asked Wei Ran to look at the film inside that had been put into the sealed cylinder. "Thanks to my partner who taught me how to use the camera on the way here, I have taken a lot of photos, just wait for the opportunity to wash it out."

"Can I see it?" Wei Ran shook the negative book he had just handed to him and asked.

"Of course, I'll give it to you," Aaron said, "but most of it was taken by my partner."

Hearing this, Wei Ran opened the negative book that could no longer be opened in later generations.

With the bright sunshine, he could clearly see that almost all the busy internationalist warriors were photographed in these negatives.

The protagonists of these negatives are just like he has seen these days when he entered this historical clip, including men, women, young people, and old people.

Some of them hold weapons, while others do logistics.

Some people are still alive when they are photographed, while others are already a complete or not complete corpse when they are photographed.

"The first photo I took with his camera was his body."

Aaron took the photo album handed over by Wei Ran and said, "I didn't even know what I should take at first. He told me that it would be enough to take pictures of everything I saw in this anti-French silk-sucking war.

Then I took his camera and pressed the shutter towards his body."

"What's his name?" Wei Ran asked.

"Neil"

Aaron brought the Leica camera around his neck and pointed to the etched signature on it and said, "Neil Mangione, he is from Manhattan."

"He is a professional journalist?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"He's not a reporter"

Aaron lights a cigarette and answers, "He runs a photo shop, and I run a grocery store next to him. I don't know how I would talk to his wife about his experience if I could go back alive."

"I don't know either"

Wei Ran shook his head, then took a big sip of cigarette hard, and this question could never have a perfect answer.

Next, the two tacitly changed the unsolvable topic and talked about various speculations about the 12th Brigade.

During the chat between the two of them, Aaron's overly optimistic guess, the car drove straight to the south of the city and finally drove into a camp.

Unfortunately, what disappointed Wei Ran was that although they were here to do translators, they did not get the opportunity to enter the command center. Instead, one was assigned to the Garibaldi Battalion, mainly Italian and Spanish volunteers, and the other was assigned to the Andrei Marti Battalion, mainly French and Belgian volunteers.

Although the two were separated, their work was highly convergent - following the front line troops, responsible for the translation and delivery of orders.

This job is not good or bad. It is easy to get Wei Ran from Garibaldi Battalion. He only needs to be by the phone and the correspondents and ready to help with the translation at any time.

“Welcome to join us”

The female correspondent who became partners with Wei Ran shook hands enthusiastically and said in German, "I am Robin, Robin Sink, from the Netherlands."

"Wei Ran, from China, of course, you can call me Victor."

Wei Ran held the other party's hand and shook it gently and immediately let go, "You speak very well in German."

“I also know Belgian and some common French”

Robin, who was probably not even 30 years old, introduced himself, "I am a German teacher, what about you? Victor, do you know Spanish or Italian?"

"Of course, I will do these."

Wei Ran nodded, "I'm here to do the translator."

"Thank God" Robin immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is a lack of translation here?" Wei Ran asked curiously - even if he knew the answer.

“Very shortage”

Robin said, "Whether the command is uploaded or issued, we need to switch to many languages, especially during battles, and we need to translate it in time."

"It seems that this is our job?" Wei Ran asked.

“Yes”

Robin nodded, "Victor, have you participated in the battle? If you haven't participated, you will then..."

“Accounted”

Wei Ran answered without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "I participated in the battle between Forest Park and Carabanchel a few days ago."

Hearing this, Robin breathed a little relieved and said seriously, "I don't know when a fight will happen, but you must survive. Only when we are alive can we convey the orders in a timely and clear manner. This is more important than anything."

"Don't worry"

Wei Ran responded with a smile, then raised the camera hanging around his neck and asked, "Robin, I was a postman before I was a translator, so do you need me to take a photo of you? If you have the chance to wash it out in the future, you may be able to send it home."

Hearing this, Robin was stunned for a moment, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, but soon, she wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Please take a photo for me."

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Ran asked carefully.

"fine"

Robin shook his head, but accidentally shook a tear. Finally, she sighed and said, "The last person who worked as a translator was my husband, who died not long ago. If..."

Robin sighed regretfully, "If we could have a camera at that time, we could take a group photo."

"Feel sorry..."

Wei Ran stood up and took a few steps back, "I'm late."

Hearing this, Robin's tears also smacked down like a broken bead. She also covered her mouth with her hands, and the person curled up in a ball on the chair.

But soon, she tried hard to sit up straight, wiped the tears from her face hard, and showed a bright smile full of sadness towards the camera lens that Wei Ran raised.

Before he could put down the camera, the magnet phone next to him rang a rapid ringtone. Robin immediately picked up the phone, responded in German, and then quit the phone and ran out.

"Will you survive? Will you become a triangular star on that flag?"

Wei Ran muttered to himself as he looked at the other person's hurried back, then sat in the position where the other person had just sat, quietly guarding the magnet phone that could ring at any time.

This afternoon, Wei Ran's only job was to stay in this bunker and wait for the call. With Robin, he ran in and out from time to time to convey various orders.

It was also from these commands conveyed by himself that he also confirmed the accuracy of historical archives in later generations - the 12th Brigade will launch an attack on Angel Mountain in the south of the city tomorrow.

During the intense preparations for most of the day, night fell and was dispersed by dawn. Early on the 12th, the 12th Brigade issued an offensive order.

"attack!"

With the orders issued by Wei Ran and issued by the frontline commanders in Italian, the 12th International Brigade began its operation.

For a moment, not many artillery in the distance began to roar and suppress, and the desperate soldiers also began to rush towards the mountain position.

Even Wei Ran and Robin followed a political commissar and rushed out of the bunker.

"Da da da da--!"

The National Army's machine guns on the top of the mountain began to roar, and the mortars also smashed down from a high point in the terrifying whistle.

"careful!"

Wei Ran grabbed Robin with one hand and the Belgian political commissar with the other hand and threw him to the ground. He almost pulled them hard and hid behind a stone while chasing them.

"Suppress! Suppress that machine...boom!"

Before Robin could translate the order from the political commissar with his upper body to German, a shell also hit a short distance from them.

"cough..."

The political commissar coughed up a mouthful of blood and tried to touch the shrapnel that was smashing into his body with his hands. However, before he could touch the wound, he fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Suppress! Suppress the machine gun!"

Robin shouted in German and translated the last order from the political commissar, then picked up the submachine gun that the political commissar used before and pulled the trigger towards the machine gun position on the top of the mountain.

He hurriedly raised his camera and pressed the shutter at Robin and the political commissar who had not had time to ask for his name. Wei Ran looked left and right, and while the machine gun did not continue to fire, he jumped out of the bunker and ran a few steps towards the top of the mountain, bent down and picked up a rifle on his hand.

Before the machine gun fired at him, Wei Ran flew to hide behind another stone that had been buried mostly by the soil and curled up hard.

Objectively speaking, hiding behind a stone on the battlefield is by no means a safe or wise choice. Whether it is a bullet or a shell, the energy and destructive power wrapped by the gravel splashed on the stone is not inferior to that of the bullet.
To be continued...