On the first night after coming to this position, Wei Ran unexpectedly slept well in addition to the first night attack.

When he was awakened by the cold, the sky outside the bunker was just dawning.

He lifted the slightly damp blanket and came out with his hands and feet. Wei Ran also noticed that there were many people sitting or lying in this winding trench, and even bodies that had not been cleaned last evening.

Of course, there are sentries here who are guarding all night.

He stepped on the platform and looked out of the trench carefully. The bodies left by the night attack launched by the other party yesterday were still lying on the spot. A few black and shiny crows were located further away on several tanks that had turned into wreckage.

As for the direction of the enemy's position further away, because the sky is still a little dark, it is so shady that it can't be seen clearly.

After leaving the platform and returning to the trench, Wei Ran squatted on the edge of a corpse not far away, opened the ammunition box around his waist and looked at it, took out two boards of Mauser bullets from it and stuffed them into the ammunition box around his waist.

Pulling the body up and letting him lean against the trench wall, Wei Ran winds along the trench and finally enters the forest along a traffic trench.

At this time, many people had already started preparing for breakfast. In addition, he also saw several simple medical tents and a tent with unknown command posts.

He wisely did not lean over, Wei Ran chose a tree that was pleasing enough to pee, and then finally had the opportunity to take out the Lu Lai from the metal notebook and check it out.

Fortunately, the pair of films had been loaded with an unused film. He put away the camera and turned around and walked back. When he returned to the cover, he found that Yu Yanlin, who had two dark circles, was sitting outside the cover, using a white chalk, on a wooden board that was more than one meter long but was only two slaps wide, and wrote the phrase "Battlefield Post Office" in French, German and Chinese.

"You are awake," Wei Ran said as he looked inside the bunker. Sure enough, Clermont was busy making coffee at this time.

"Where did you go just now?" Yu Yanlin said, handing the chalk to Wei Ran.

"Go to the back and piss it on the back"

Wei Ran said, reaching out to take the chalk, and writing the same phrases in Italian and English at the remaining positions of the wooden board, "When did you sleep last night?"

"It's quite late to go to bed"

Yu Yanlin said helplessly, "That foreign medicine soup is so refreshing."

"Didn't you go abroad to Germany a long time ago?" Wei Ran asked curiously, "Why can't you get used to drinking for so many years?"

“I don’t drink those at all.”

Yu Yanlin dug a hole by the bunker with a shovel and signaled Wei Ran to put the wooden sign in. He buried the soil and said, "And my family is not a wealthy family, so how can I have the spare money to drink those things?"

He had just finished speaking, and Clermont, who was still in the cover, also poked out most of his body and greeted enthusiastically, "Victor, Louis, the coffee is ready, come in and have a drink!"

"I'll..."

"Drink a drink"

Wei Ran reminded in Chinese, "If you can't say it well during the day, you will fight and cheer up."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yanlin thought about it, but then he got into the bunker and took over a small cup of coffee that Clermont gave him.

"Brother Wei, do you think the fight will start today?" Yu Yanlin asked in French with coffee.

"It will definitely fight"

Wei Ran said, "Either they rushed over, or we rushed over, then..."

"Clermont! Where is Clermont! Postman Clermont! Translate Clermont!"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, French shouts came from outside the bunker. Immediately, an uncle who was about fifty years old bent down and looked in, "You are indeed here, I found you by smelling the coffee. Clermont, the captain needs you to be a translator, and also, give me a cup of coffee."

"It's really time for you to come"

Clermont said, bent down and got out of the cover, and handed the cup of coffee in his hand that he had not had time to drink, then turned his head and said, "I'll go and do it for a while. In addition, this is my girlfriend Esdel's father, his name is Geral."

After saying that, Clermont said as he walked away, "They are my friends Victor and Louis."

"Hello, guys."

Geral, who was squatting at the door of the bunker, greeted Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Uncle Geral."

Wei Ran also crawled out with the cup and ran into the other party, and asked, "What happened?"

"Probably, there is some new order to be conveyed."

Geral pointed at the direction he came, "I guess the war may be about to start soon."

After saying that, Geral drank the coffee in the cup in one go, then looked at Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin who had come out a little later, "Are you Chinese?"

"That's right," Yu Yanlin replied in French.

“You all speak French very well”

Geral smiled and praised, "Yesterday Clermont told me that he met two Chinese people who know a lot of languages, and I guess it must be you."

“We have been requisitioned by him”

Wei Ran said as he glanced at the red cross on the other party’s cuff, “Are you a doctor?”

“Yes”

Gerard explained with a smile, "Before I came here, I ran a private clinic in Paris. Children, I hope I won't see you in my position after the war begins."

"Thank you for your blessings," Yu Yanlin responded a little nervously. He obviously understood the other party's hint.

"Okay, I'm going to go back to work."

Geral handed the silver eggshell cup in his hand to Yu Yanlin, "I hope we have a chance to have coffee together."

“There will be a chance”

Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin said in unison, then watched Geral run back the same way.

"My employer is about the same age as him," said Yu Yanlin.

"Is he in the Paris Commune camp, too?" Wei Ran asked, drinking the coffee in his cup.

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Yu Yanlin sighed, "Short after entering Spain, we were discovered by Franco's people. He led the pursuers away, and he said we were younger than him and could play a greater role in the battlefield, so he could die halfway, but he hoped that we would at least die on the battlefield where we fought with Fassel."

"I hope you can live until the end of the war"

Wei Ran patted the other party on the shoulder, "After the war here is over, after we drive away the magic sucking silk here, we will go back to China to drive away the magic sucking silk that is invading us."

"It doesn't matter if I die here."

Yu Yanlin showed a honest and bright smile, "I believe that our brothers and sisters and our comrades will pick up weapons to fight those Japanese devils. I also believe that even if I die in Spain, there will be more internationalist soldiers going to China to fight with the Fasisi."

"So are you a party member?" Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence.

"Not yet"

Yu Yanlin smiled and said, "Maybe it will be the time when I go back. What about you? Brother Wei, are you a party member?"

"Same as you"

Wei Ran also smiled and said, "I also hope that when I go back, it's already..."

Before he could finish his words, Wei Ran heard the whistle of the shells slashing the air into his ears, and responded with his muscles one step faster than his brain, almost knocking Yu Yanlin into the bunker.

"boom!"

Before they could fall on the mud inside the bunker, a shell hit the trench not far from them. Immediately afterwards, they also heard screams and wails from outside.

"Are you okay?" Wei Ran asked, yelling.

"It's okay! I'm fine!"

Yu Yanlin covered the back of the head who had just been hit and shouted and responded, "The explosion just now was too close, and their ears were buzzing now."

With just a few words of communication, there was an increasingly dense sound of artillery fire outside the bunker, and more and more soil was shook off from the top of the bunker due to the explosion.

"The opponent is going to launch an attack later!"

Wei Ran shouted to remind the other party, while busy taking the coffee cup in his hands and throwing it into Clermont's backpack next to him, "Remember to use the bayonet this time!"

"Why?!" Yu Yanlin asked almost subconsciously.

"I can see clearly during the day! And they may rush into the trenches!"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already turned around, pulled out the bayonet from his waist and put it on the muzzle of the Spanish short Mauser, and then pulled the bolt to push the bullet and loaded it. He was ready.

"Do you have a pistol?" Wei Ran asked yelling.

"No!"

"Can you use it?" Wei Ran continued to shout as he shouted in the shelling.

"Yes! I've used it..."

"Hold this!"

Before the other party could finish his words, Wei Ran had already taken out the Nagan revolver from the metal notebook and handed it to the other party, "If an enemy rushed into the trench, throw away the rifle and use this! Pull the trigger hard and you can fire! Use your strength!"

"I understand!" Yu Yanlin shouted and responded.

Wei Ran chose to use this pistol for the other party, and naturally he had his own considerations. For such a rookie, the 1911 that needed to pull the sleeve load was too complicated, while the box cannon that could be fired continuously was too dangerous.

In contrast, the single-shot and double-action Nagan revolver is undoubtedly much safer.

Of course, when he was thinking about these things, the trenches outside the bunker were already in chaos, and some of them were even fighting back against the enemy who was not sure if they existed on the other side.

He reached out and pulled a soldier who had no gun but ran in the trenches. Wei Ran shouted and asked, "What are you running around and doing?"

"Wreak! Someone is injured!"

The man, who looked in his thirties and wearing glasses, shouted in French, and replied, "I'm going to save them!"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already broken free from Wei Ran's adventure and got out again.

"Why..."

"boom!"

Before Wei Ran had time to catch the other party again, an explosion came from a distance, and the person who had just run out was pushed back to the door of the bunker by the shock wave.

But in just a moment, dark red blood had already spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and his chest seemed to collapse.

"Cough...cough..."
To be continued...