Wei Ran muttered, hid beside a earthen tank that was still carrying flames, and took a photo of the trench they had just captured.

Standing the camera around his neck, Wei Ran turned around and walked back to the rear trench that had become much safer, and found the bunker he dug with his own hands.

Fortunately, Clermont has returned, and he is holding his camera and taking pictures of the body that has been pulled out of the cover.

"Luckily you are still alive." Wei Ran breathed a little relieved.

"I'm very happy you're still alive."

Clermont said but looked at the body that had been pulled out again, "I know him."

"Do you know him?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, "Who is he?"

"He is Pierre, who used to work in the clinic in Gerald."

Clermont said, "And he is Gerard's partner, and he is a very good person anyway."

"Short after you left, the shells on the opposite side fell down. He was killed in order to rescue the wounded."

Wei Ran said, also lifting the double-reverse camera hanging around his neck and taking a photo of Pierre, "Also, he seems to have a letter that we need to submit."

Wei Ran put down the camera and said, "It's inside the cover, a letter sent to Marseille, and the recipient is Jeanne."

"That's his mother"

Clermont said, having already taken the canvas pocket that Yu Yanlin took out of the bunker.

“I’ve seen this flag”

Clermont took out the tricolor flag from his canvas pocket and opened it and said, "Geral told me that the night attack last night injured a soldier from Odd Battalion. The soldier was seriously injured and they could not save him."

As he said that, Clermont pointed to the triangle star on the flag and said, "This is what the soldier left behind."

As he said that, Clermont took a triangle star from Pierre's uniform, pinned it to the back of the flag, and then he took out a pen from his arms and wrote the phrase "Fight for your freedom and our freedom" on the flag in Spanish, which only he could understand.

"If I'm killed, just put my star on it," Clermont said.

"Including me, too."

Yu Yanlin said, and also took out a pen and wrote a line of traditional Chinese characters like "Fight for your freedom and our freedom" on the flag.

"And I" Wei Ran said, but he didn't start writing - there was already a line of traditional Chinese characters on it.

"You will save this flag."

Clermont said, “By the way, where did your camera come from?”

"It was found on a corpse over there," Wei Ran pointed in a direction and replied.

"You are lucky, that's a good camera."

Clermont said, already lifting his camera again, "Let me take a photo of you, how about it right next to the Battlefield Post Office?"

"no problem"

Wei Ran responded happily, and called Yu Yanlin, who was still holding weapons in his hand, and stood side by side at the door of the bunker, allowing Clermont to take a photo for them.

"Okay, I'll find a way to wash it out as soon as possible."

Clermont said, "Victor, if it's convenient, please help me bury Pierre. I plan to go to the front position to take a few photos, and maybe I'm needed there."

"Your stuff..."

"Just put it here, just take it for me."

As he said that, Clermont had climbed out of the trench, but he ran to the position he had just captured without even having time to eat breakfast.

"Help me lift it"

Wei Ran said, and had already grabbed Pierre's arm. With the help of Yu Yanlin, he carried him away from the trench and to the edge of the forest at the back door of the trench, and sent him into the collective cemetery of the fallen soldiers of the International Brigade - it was just a traffic trench that he was not intended to be used.

"If I die, will I be buried with the people who die together like this?" Yu Yanlin asked.

"I guess so"

Wei Ran said as he walked back, "Are you scared?"

Yu Yanlin just shook his head, "I was just thinking, after the quilt here is driven away, will the people here remember those who sacrificed?"

"What if I don't remember?" Wei Ran asked back.

"Don't remember? If you don't remember, don't remember!" Yu Yanlin said very freely, "As long as you can drive away the magic sucking silk."

"What if it is our land in China?"

Wei Ran asked, "If the Chinese people who drove away the magic silk sucking will forget..."

"If it was our Huaxia, then I wouldn't care."

When Yu Yanlin said this, his whole body seemed to be emitting vitality, "Don't say that no one remembers me, it doesn't matter if no one knows that I have existed."

"Where is Chuncai?" Wei Ran asked as if she was deliberately, "It doesn't matter if she forgot you?"

"It doesn't matter"

Yu Yanlin smiled even brighter, "If she can live a life without being humiliated by invasion, forget me, just forget it. She will definitely be able to marry a good family, take care of her husband and children, and have a lot of children and grandchildren."

"She will not forget you," Wei Ran sighed, "I will never forget you in my life."

"How...how to talk about this..." A hint of panic and uneasiness appeared on Yu Yanlin's face.

"nothing"

Wei Ran shook his head, but accelerated his pace back.

After a while, three German lunch boxes and a wooden ammunition box were placed next to the door of the Battlefield Post Office bunker. There was also an already sealed envelope in the ammunition box.

"It seems that our post office has started business," Wei Ran said, picking up the envelope, a German letter sent to Vienna.

"And we may also need a decent email address," Yu Yanlin said, and had already picked up a lunch box.

"We both seem to be more concerned than Clermont when it comes to being a postman." Wei Ran said with a smile.

"I don't know if the letters we wrote here can be sent back to China..."

Yu Yanlin sighed worriedly, sat next to the entrance of the bunker, and started to have a slightly simple breakfast in the lunch box.

"I'm even more curious about when Clermont will send the letters here"

Wei Ran hinted, "Don't wait for him to send the letter away but he didn't finish your letter."

"I'm almost finished writing, I'll finish it tonight." Yu Yanlin responded vaguely, but subconsciously pressed his chest.
Chapter completed!