After running back to the room quickly, Wei Ran checked the room again as quickly as possible, then pulled up the curtains, took out the pen, wrote the words "There is a taxi waiting for me downstairs" on the letter raft provided by the hotel, and folded it up and pinned it on the cuffs.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the wardrobe in the room, opened the suitcase inside, and then took out the Astra 400 pistol from the food box and placed it on the opened suitcase.

After taking a few deep breaths, Wei Ran was ready. Thanks to the arson benefit over the last time he was on fire, he has been in a very bright mood these days.

What's more, this time he went to explore the International Column again, and he was still looking forward to it.

After calming down, Wei Ran finally took out the metal notebook and let him spread it out on the opened suitcase, allowing the metal quill to draw a pattern on the light yellow paper page.

It is the flag with 27 triangular stars in various languages ​​that say "Fight for your freedom and my freedom" and nothing else is there.

While he was waiting, the metal quill wrote lines of words under the pattern.

Character Identity: Internationalist Warrior Wei Ran

Return mission: Take no less than 10 photos, kill no less than 10 enemies with hot weapons, and collect at least 5 letters and corresponding relics.

Skill Limits: Medical Skill Deprivation

Language mission: Kill no less than 10 enemies with cold weapons or bare hands

Your special code is a living dad!

Wei Ran had no time to curse, and everything in front of him was shrouded in thick white light. Then, he also saw the props that could be used this time.

Mauser bayonet, Lulai double rebel, Bailijin pen, 1911 pistol and harmonica, harmonica, engineer shovel, Nagan revolver, British kettle and Long March shoulder pole with box cannon, these are the things he can use this time.

But among these things, there were three pistols, not to mention that they were deprived of medical skills, which made him almost subconsciously tense up.

Before the white light disappeared, he noticed that he was taking a mechanical step. At the same time, the French chorus gradually became clear and instantly made him have goose bumps:

Get up, a slave who is hungry and cold!

Get up, the suffering people all over the world!

The blood is full of passion, and we must fight for the truth!

...

When the white light gradually faded, he came to his senses and walked quickly at the pace just now, while also in the blink of an eye, the originally blurred vision became clearer.

At this time, he was following a company of international songs while marching fiercely. On both sides were town buildings that seemed to have been broken by shelling, and people shouting slogans he couldn't understand on the roadside.

The uniforms of the people in this company are not unified, the weapons are not unified, and the ages are even higher and lower.

I looked at my outfit, a boat cap with red spikes on my head, and an extra red scarf was tied to my neck.

On the outside of the upper body is a brown leather jacket, an oyster canvas overalls and turtleneck sweater inside, and a pair of British country boots on the feet.

He even suspected that the boots were the ones he wore when he fled to England with French tailor Vanessa.

He also had a weapon, a Spanish short Mauser rifle. There was only a dark red cowhide bullet box on the belt around his waist and a Mauser bayonet fixed in the leather case. The bayonet was nothing, but there were only three boards in the bullet box, a total of 15 rifle bullets, which was his entire outfit.

I looked at the people around me. Their equipment and clothing were also varied, and they were considered real-life fabricated in the world.

I won’t talk about the clothes, there are even people wearing suits inside and woolen windbreakers outside, but wearing a steel helmet on their heads.

In terms of weapons, various Mauser and French guns such as Bell, Manlisha and even Sausa are the mainstream.

At the same time, there are also many such as Li Enfield, the golden hook rifles eliminated by the devils, and even box cannons installed in wooden gun boxes, as well as weapons that he had never seen or recognized before, etc.

In general, the various weapons that this team can see on its own are already a disaster-level nightmare for logistics that is no less than the later Niutu National Weapon Logistics system.

But even so, the singing of these people is particularly neat and powerful and contains passion.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran reached into his pocket as a cover, took out the harmonica from the metal notebook and put it on his mouth, and blew the accompaniment with the singing around him.

When the harmonica music started, the chorus around became much louder.

Soon, there were about a dozen people in front of me, and some people started accompaniment with harmonica, and the singing became more and more powerful.

Sing the song twice and at the front of the team, a passionate voice shouted in French, "Paris Commune Camp! Go ahead quickly!"

"yes!"

Many soldiers responded in unison and accelerated their pace with the chorus just now.

At the same time, a man holding a harmonica in his hand ran out of the queue from the front and asked all the way to Wei Ran's side.

"Are you accompanied just now? Your harmonica is so good."

The man asked in French with a little tone, "Forgot to introduce myself, my French name is Clermont."

"French name? So you are not French?"

Wei Ran shook hands with the other party quickly, and also looked at the other party quickly.

The young man looked at him at only 25 or 26 years old, tall and thin, with a slightly long and messy dark brown hair, but he had deep and passionate black eyes and extra three-dimensional facial features.

It is obvious that he is probably a Spanish rather than a Frenchman. In addition to his appearance, Wei Ran also noticed that the young man had only a Spanish counterfeit 1911 Star Card 1920 pistol.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He was carrying a German 1895-style early backpack that came from, which looked particularly worn. In addition to a red scarf around his neck, he also hangs a super Iconta folding leather camera.

"Aren't you a Frenchman either?"

The handsome young man explained for granted, "My father and mother are from Spain and Italy respectively, and I studied in Paris before."

"My French name is Victor"

Wei Ran briefly introduced himself, and then asked curiously, "Are you a reporter?"

“My job is a postman and I do some translation work by the way.”

Clermont explained, “Taking photos is just my personal interest. Victor, don’t you look like a European?”

"I'm from China," Wei Ran replied with a smile, "I'm a Chinese."

"Are Chinese people using square characters?"

Clermont asked, "I sent a letter to a Chinese not long ago. Victor, you speak French so well, better than I said."

"Thank you for your praise," Wei Ran smiled, deliberately changed into German and said, "I can still speak German."

"You can still speak German?" Clermont asked in surprise. Obviously, he can also speak German.

"I can also speak English and Italian and Russian," Wei Ran said with a smile.

He was betting that the postman needed someone who knew multiple languages ​​to help him.

"You know Italian?" Clermont asked in surprise when he changed into Italian.

"Of course" Wei Ran responded in Italian.

"Hey! Victor, how about you help me?!"

Clermont immediately asked, "I need to distribute letters to the entire 11th International Travel. Although I am not the only one doing this job, I need someone who knows a lot of languages. How about you help me?"

"Of course I'm willing to help you." Wei Ran gave a happy answer, which was his purpose.

"I'll apply for you to help me," Clermont said happily, "I've needed a helper for a long time."

"You just said that you had sent a letter to a Chinese?" Wei Ran asked after a different question.

"Yes, that's not long ago."

Clermont said, "That's the second-to-last letter I'm going to send. I can't understand the words. I searched for a long time before I found them."

"Is he in this camp too?" Wei Ran continued, "What's that person's name?"

"I remember he said his French name was Louis. Although he was also in the Paris Commune camp, he was in the front company."

Clermont recalled, "But his letter was not written in that name. Fortunately, he was the only Chinese in that company, so he would definitely not give it wrong. What? Do you want to know him?"

"If you have the opportunity to introduce us to us"

Wei Ran asked casually, "Claremont, what day is today?"

"On the 8th, November 8th, what's wrong?" Clermont asked.

November 8? Could it be the Battle of Madrid...

Wei Ran immediately realized where he was and looked up at the sunset not far away. He had already determined the battlefield he was about to enter.

"nothing"

Wei Ran shook his head, changed the subject and asked, "Do you have my letter?"

"Sorry, no."

Clermont spread his hands, "All the letters I brought were sent out, but if you want to write to, I have a letter paper here."

"We seem to be going to fight soon..." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, there was a intensive sound of gunfire exchanges in front of him.

"That's right, we're about to enter the front line."

Clermont said, leaving the queue and walking a few steps, then held up his camera and shouted loudly at Wei Ran in French, "Hi! Comrade! Look at me here!"

As he shouted, the soldiers around Wei Ran looked at him enthusiastically and showed bright smiles.

"boom!"

In the loud bang accompanied by a shelling, Clermont also pressed the shutter towards everyone, and then ran to the front of the marching team and blessed loudly, "Victor, survive, I need you to be my helper."

"The same to you!"

Wei Ran blessed the other party loudly, but he was inevitably curious. The other party just mentioned whether the Chinese with the French name Louis was the one he was looking for.

This question may not be answered in a short period of time, but the team accelerated the marching speed again, left the town, and then passed through a forest, and finally arrived at a position on the edge of the forest at dusk.

Wei Ran is a professional historian. Although he does not understand Spanish, he has also analyzed it.
To be continued...