“It’s really time we came”

Before Joseph finished speaking, the three of them ran out of the warehouse in no particular order.

However, the fog outside was too thick. Although they could hear the sound of firefighting in the distance, they could not see the direction of the battlefield at all.

"Be prepared, I'm afraid the wounded will be sent soon."

Joseph said worriedly, then turned back to the warehouse and began to disinfect the medical devices brought by the charcoal fire in the fireplace.

Although Wei Ran was deprived of his medical ability, his experience and experience were not deprived, so he immediately took Yu Yanlin to start cleaning the warehouse and prepared more beds in advance with those forage bags.

However, although they could hear the faint sound of firefighting in the thick fog, the war never burned here, and naturally no wounded were sent to their warehouse.

“This is good news”

Joseph said in a chair by the fireplace, "This means we may be pushing in the direction of the enemy."

"I hope it's good news"

Wei Ran sighed secretly, there would be no good news in the next few days.

Just at this moment, a soldier covered in muddy feet walked in, attracting the attention of the three.

"Are you injured?" Joseph asked immediately.

"No, no."

The soldier said in out-of-mouth French, “I want to write a letter to my home, can I be here?”

"Of course," Wei Ran gave his position to the other party, "Where are you from?"

"Thanks"

The soldier sat in the seat where Wei Ran had just sat, and took the letter envelope and pen handed over by Yu Yanlin one after another. At the same time, he replied in a not-so-skilled French, "British, I am from Britain."

"We can communicate in English." Wei Ran smiled and changed into English.

"I finally met a postman who can speak English."

The soldier immediately changed into English and stood up to shake hands with Wei Ran, "There are almost as many people who speak French and German here as Spanish."

Speaking of this, he introduced actively and proudly, "My name is White, I am from London, and I am a Communist Party member."

"I'm Victor"

Wei Ran shook hands with the other party, and then briefly introduced Yu Yanlin and Joseph beside him.

After getting to know each other, White sat down again and said while writing a letter from home, "I had long wanted to write a letter to my home, but after the heavy rain a few days ago, the trenches were muddy, my letter paper was refluxed, and there was no dry place to write."

"Is it important that you are so anxious to write a letter back?"

Yu Yanlin stood on the side and took a photo for him while asking in English. He became much more proficient in English.

"My wife is about to give birth"

White looked up and said happily to the camera, "She wrote to me to ask me what name to give my son or daughter."

“This is good news”

Wei Ran took over the topic, "Have you thought of a name?"

"certainly!"

White said, "Colin or Grace! To be honest, I want a daughter, I already have two sons, so I hope the name Grace will be used."

"You will definitely have a daughter."

Wei Ran smiled and sent his blessings, and also raised the camera and pressed the shutter at him, and took photos of Yu Yanlin who was adjusting the camera next to him.

"Thank you for your blessings!"

White said while writing on the letter paper.

Before he could finish writing a letter, two more soldiers came in one after another. Needless to ask, this must be here to write a letter, and by the way, I can also come here to warm up.

At the urging of the war, the tables and even the fireplace of this warehouse were filled with soldiers busy writing letters. Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin had to bring Joseph to help and hand over paper, pen and envelopes to everyone.

Amid the friction between the tip of the pen and the letter paper, envelopes filled with longing were handed over to Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin. The soldiers who had finished writing the letter simply turned around and walked towards the muddy trench outside, just like White, who came first.

"Aren't you two going to send their respective letters?"

Wei Ran asked Yu Yanlin and Joseph, who were sitting side by side on a forage bag.

"I...I'm not in a hurry," Yu Yanlin said first, he was in Chinese this time.

"When the battle is not that dangerous," Joseph also used Russian, which only Wei Ran could understand.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran opened his mouth and stopped persuading anything, but threw a few more firewood into the fireplace, trying to make the warehouse warmer as much as possible. Then he walked away a few steps, raised his camera and pressed the shutter at the two of them.

As this slightly boring waiting, the firefighting sounds are getting closer and closer, the sky is getting darker, and fewer people are writing letters.

Finally, when the kerosene lamp was placed on the table, a whistle was heard outside to issue orders, and the first wounded man was sent to the warehouse.

"How is the situation ahead?" Wei Ran asked, pulling the stretcher soldiers who sent the wounded.

"Our front is collapsed"

The stretcher soldier said desperately, "We don't have enough ammunition and supplies. If it weren't for the thick fog outside, more people would have died."

After saying that, the stretcher soldier was running out quickly.

"Can we do something?" Yu Yanlin asked.

"Arranging the wounded and let the place run as efficiently as possible."

Wei Ran sighed and walked a few steps away. He had already begun to check the conditions of the props that could be taken out from the metal notebook.

This night, from time to time, the wounded were assigned to the operating room where Joseph was busy. After completing the operating room, the wounded were also carried by Wei Ran and Yu Yanlin along the muddy traffic trench to another building in the distance.

"Da da da da da da!"

When it was almost dawn in the second half of the night, with the sound of a series of machine guns firing, everyone tensed up - the enemy was coming!

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Wei Ran said, and had already picked up the kerosene lamp to light it, and he was about to run outside regardless of the order of Joseph.

"Joseph, stay and wait for the wounded!"

Wei Ran first greeted him in Russian, then changed into Chinese, "Yanlin! Hurry up!"

"Here you come!" Yu Yanlin, who stepped on his boots, ran over immediately.

"Follow me!" Wei Ran said, and had already taken the risk of jumping across the trench and running straight to the front line.

Although this takes huge risks, it is much faster. The most important thing is that Wei Ran knows that the enemy's counterattack may be very fast at this time, but they will basically greet the machine gun firepower.

In addition, the fog was so big at this time, it was enough for him to take advantage of his luck.

The two of them rushed to the front line and immediately noticed the wounded wailing around a crater.

"Which one should I carry first?" Yu Yanlin asked.

"this!"

Wei Ran ran straight to the side of a wounded man. His hand was blown up halfway, but the man still had the strength to shout.

"This hurts even more..."

"This will definitely survive! Hurry up!"

Wei Ran used gauze to tie the wounded man's wound while shouting and telling a cruel fact. Yu Yanlin had to give up the seriously injured and unconscious wounded man and ran over.

"Please take it!"

Wei Ran said, helping to lift the wounded onto Yu Yanlin's shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, he held the oil lamp around him and observed it quickly. He carried another injury that was not that serious. He directly grabbed the wound with his hands, carried it on his shoulder and ran back.

By the time he carried the wounded in, Joseph and a doctor who had never seen before were already busy treating the wounded.

But at this time, more wounded people were sent to this not-so-large barn.

"Victor"

Joseph, who was in the stitching operation, asked without raising his head, "Can you help me?"

"What do you do for you?" Wei Ran asked.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" Joseph asked.

"I...I know"

Wei Ran sighed and adjusted the small oil lamp that once belonged to Clermont to the brightest. A wounded man looked over and over again.

He was indeed deprived of medical skills, but that did not prevent him from making accurate judgments about his injuries.

"Take this away," Wei Ran said, pointing to the first wounded.

"Comrade, what are you talking about?!"

The stretcher guarding next to him asked in disbelief, "He is still alive!"

"The chest collapsed and incontinence."
To be continued...