"When did you learn to play the harmonica?"

In the truck cab, Wei Ran asked while rushing up the truck's speed.

"Spring Color taught me"

After playing the farewell song, Yu Yanlin explained with a smile, "She knows a lot of songs, but I only learned a few songs."

Speaking of this, Yu Yanlin put away the harmonica, "Fortunately, Clermont is still alive. Unfortunately, Aaron...ah!"

"Sit down and squat down."

Wei Ran sighed, "We are going to enter the battlefield."

"If you are killed, do you have anything you need to bring back for you?" Yu Yanlin asked suddenly while lowering his body.

"It's enough to bring your faith back," Wei Ran said, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom and turning off the headlights.

In the dim sky, the truck full of medicines and medical staff also turned a corner at the intersection and rushed into the university town with bullets.

Amid the not-so-intensive sound of fire, Wei Ran also lowered his body slightly, ignoring the bullets penetrated the door panel. After the wet blankets and door panels, he was embedded on the other door panel and tried hard to drive the car along the street to avoid all the blockages and obstacles.

Finally, with the protection of the sky, he finally drove the car back to the original block in the dark and finally stopped in the street-facing shop where he set out.

"Are you okay?"

Before the car could stop, Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin asked the same question at each other. Fortunately, their voices were full of energy.

"I'm fine." The two of them said the same answer again at the same time, and then pushed open the car door and ran towards the rear of the car.

Fortunately, because there are not many people following you, these medical staff can basically lie flat in the warehouse and rely on the thin two-layer sandbags stacked on both sides as cover.

Coupled with the sky and speed, no one was injured, which is undoubtedly good news.

"Where is Maria?"

Just at this moment, Mr. Francisco, a philosophy teacher with a gun in his hand, ran over and asked worriedly in French.

"She..." Yu Yanlin asked for help and looked at Wei Ran beside him.

"She was killed"

Wei Ran sighed and took over the errand he disliked the most. "We didn't push her down, we took her to the field hospital, and someone would be responsible for burying her."

Francisco was stunned for a moment, reached out and drew a cross in his chest, walked to the rear of the car, carried a box of medicine and asked, "Where is your friend?"

"He was also killed," said Yu Yanlin, "and he was on the way out of the battlefield."

"Feel sorry"

Francisco carried the medicine and walked to the corridor next door while feeling guilty, "Sorry, because of Spain, you have lost friends."

"Don't be sorry for this"

Yu Yanlin, who was also holding a box of medicine, changed the topic, "Where is Joseph? Where is he?"

"He's busy with surgery," said Francisco. "Let me take you somewhere to rest. When he's done, I'll let him see you."

"Okay," Wei Ran responded first before Yu Yanlin.

Following Francisco put the medicine in his hand against the wall, the two of them led them down to the second floor again.

The corridor on this floor is more like a ward, with long rows of simple beds or floors lined up against the walls on both sides of the corridor. The wounded were either lying on it or sitting around, resting or talking in a low voice.

Fortunately, thanks to the thick blankets on both sides of the corridor and the oil lamps placed everywhere, the corridor is quite warm.

“Come here”

Francisco pushed open the door of a room and said, "Joseph usually lives here. When he comes to the meeting after he finishes his work, you... take a break first, I'll get you some food."

After saying that, Francesco turned around and left the not-so-large room, leaving only an oil lamp and an old back that seemed to be wiping the eyes.

"Wait"

Wei Ran said, sitting down on the chair next to the table on the side of the entrance, while also looking at the small room.

This room might have been just a utility room before, with no windows in the room, but there are many pipes at the corners.

In the remaining space, the only furniture is a table, chair, a single bed, and a kerosene lamp.

The only decoration in this room is just the slogan written in white paint on the wall where the window should have been opened - "Fight for you and our freedom!"

"I didn't expect us to be so close"

Yu Yanlin said, already sitting next to the narrow single bed, "I didn't expect that we would kill Aaron as soon as we met him."

"You said this wrongly"

Wei Ran said as he took out all the things that were stuffed into his backpack. At that time, the situation was in a hurry, and Clermon probably didn't think much about it, so the stuffed things not only included the coffee pot, coffee pot, oil pot, etc., but even his small kerosene lamp and a pack of matches were stuffed in.

"Where was wrong?" Yu Yanlin asked.

"Aaron was not our killing. He was ready to sacrifice here before he came here."

Wei Ran said as he unscrewed the silver-skinned coffee pot with a beautiful hammer pattern, poked it into the silver spoon, dug some coffee powder into the coffee pot, and then took out the kettle under the cover of his backpack, first unscrew the lid and took out the pendant stuck at the mouth of the kettle and returned it to Yu Yanlin, and then poured some water into the coffee pot.

Putting the lid on, igniting the alcohol lamp for the heating coffee pot, Wei Ran carefully arranged the eggshell cup and continued, "Everyone, including me, you, Joseph, and anyone who died before.

We are all ready to sacrifice here, and we are also ready to be unable to return to our family.

In contrast, if you have to die here, it is a good thing to have a chance to die next to your friend.”

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Yu Yanlin smiled freely and took a deep breath and said, "I have begun to get used to the taste of this foreign medicine soup. If I can go back alive in the future, I have to try this for Chuncai."

"You're starting to be like a veteran, too."

Wei Ran picked up the pack of cigarettes, took out two pieces and gave them to each other, then held the cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to the alcohol lamp under the coffee pot, which caused a fire.

"In fact, there are only a few days"

Yu Yanlin also ignited the cigarette and took a sip, "We came from the 8th, it's only the 19th."

"It's not easy to survive these 10 days."

Wei Ran sighed, this is a battlefield, not a training ground, and 10 days is enough to turn any new recruit into an experienced veteran.

Can't you become a veteran? Can't you become a corpse?

"yes..."

Yu Yanlin sighed, "At the beginning, I counted how many people I knew died around me."

"How many died?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"I can't remember it, I've long since."

Yu Yanlin shook his head, "I stopped counting when I counted more than seventy. It's so difficult. Those who were alive yesterday turned into a pile of rotten meat today. You still have to count with your fingers. You don't even have a name, just a count... it's so difficult."

“It’s really too difficult…”

Wei Ran sighed. Although he had not spent the ten days intact, he knew that what Yu Yanlin said was true.

Not to mention anything else, the positional battle on the 9th alone caused more than one-third of the casualties of the international brigade, which is enough to show a lot of things.

"I can't remember what the person who died next to me was called at the beginning."

Yu Yanlin sighed, "This postman's job is really not done by humans. The person who comes to you to submit letters today may be gone when you deliver the letter tomorrow, and even his mother's body cannot be found, alas!"

"Tell me about you and Chuncai"

Wei Ran urgently changed to a topic that would not be so depressing, "Anything is fine, let's have some fun talking."

"Happy..."

Yu Yanlin thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face, "Chuncai has always wanted to be a teacher."

"Be a teacher?" Wei Ran asked curiously, "What teacher?"

"Teacher of the Nursing Hall"

Yu Yanlin smiled and said, "She has always wanted to set up a nursery in the future, adopt abandoned babies, educate them to grow up, and even send them out to study abroad."

"How many years have she been studying?" Wei Ran asked.

"Before I studied abroad, she studied for several years."

Yu Yanlin said, "When I was a child, I went to teach her when I came back. Later, my father saw that she was smart, so he simply sent her to the school. Her homework was much better than mine.

My father often said, it’s a pity that she is a girl. If she is a man, she will definitely be able to do a big shot in the future.”

Wei Ran said, "Women can also do great things."

"The female poet Lu Bicheng whom my family admires most on weekdays is the one who is the one who is a poet," Yu Yanlin said with a smile, "She is so angry."

Speaking of this, Yu Yanlin, who was originally smiling, sighed again, took a sip of cigarettes in annoyance and let out a long time, "I don't know if she is already on a boat to Germany or France."

"Do you want to go back to find her?" Wei Ran asked suddenly.

"What did you say?" Yu Yanlin couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment. He was moved. Wei Ran dared to be 800% sure.

"I said, are you going to find her?"

Wei Ran ignored the increasingly unbearable burning sensation at the mouth of the tiger's left hand, and said in a normal tone, "Go back to Germany or France to see if she has arrived. If she has not arrived, you will be there waiting. If she has waited, come here together.
To be continued...