In the ruins of the dilapidated building beside the barricade, a particularly precious pasta in this winter dusk dispelled the chill and fatigue of everyone.

"We're going back"

After finishing his last bite of pasta, Clermont put aside the plate he had just found out from the ruins, "Viola, we will bring all your letters back to the post office."

"Thank you," said Viola, "I will also send out the letters you brought as soon as possible."

"This is for you and the comrades who are fighting here."

Clermont said, taking out the glass bottle containing coffee powder from his bag and handing it to the other party, "My mother sent a lot of coffee powder, so leave it to you."

"Thanks"

Viola took the glass bottle containing coffee powder, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"We...we should leave," Clermont said, "we're going back to our position."

"Um"

Viola nodded, stood up, shook hands with Wei Ran and the other two and said, "I hope we have a chance to meet, I mean, after the war is over."

"We will definitely meet at that time," Clermont said confidently.

“Yes”

Yu Yanlin also said, "We will definitely meet again. I will invite you to drink tea from China at that time."

"Looking forward to that day" Viola saluted the three of them.

"Let me take a photo of you," Wei Ran said, "How about it while the sun has not yet set?"

"Here?" Clermont asked.

"That's right, here." Wei Ran nodded, "Take out that flag?"

"Yes, that flag!"

Clermont said, quickly unpacking his backpack again and taking out the flag that the departure avant-garde flame had stuffed into.

“It hasn’t been too late before”

Yu Yanlin said, and took out a triangular star collar seal from his pocket and said in French, "This is left by another of my compatriots. Please don't put his collar seal on this flag."

"And Dylan and the soldier who saved me"

Wei Ran said, reaching out and taking out two small packages wrapped in red scarves from his pocket, taking out the triangular star inside and pinning it on the flag.

"Wait for me, wait for me."

Before Viola finished speaking, she turned around and ran out, and ran to the house where his husband Brono was housed.

Not long after, Viola ran back, and she also had a triangle star in her hand, "This is my husband's, you can..."

"Yes." Wei Ran and the other two answered in unison without waiting for her to finish speaking.

"Thanks!"

Viola responded loudly, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

When she also tied the triangle in her hand to the flag, Clermont immediately handed over the pen she had prepared in advance.

Looking at the three of them, Viola took the pen and left the same sentence on the other side of the flag in Romansh language that only she could understand - fighting for your freedom and our freedom.

"It's time for me to take a photo of you now?" Wei Ran said, and had already picked up the camera in his hand.

Clermont and the other two looked at each other, with Viola as the center, they stood on the left and right, working together to unfold the flag with another language, and let Wei Ran take a photo of the survivors for them.

Putting the camera rack on the windowsill by the fireplace, Wei Ran ran over and stood beside Yu Yanlin, and took a photo with the three of them.

"Leave my collar seal on this flag, too."

Viola said, having taken off his triangular star seal and pinned it to the flag, "If I die, at least..."

"I also want to invite you to taste the tea from China, so you all have to survive until the end of the war." Yu Yanlin once again did not give the other party a chance to finish his words.

"good"

Viola glanced at the collar seal that was separated from her husband's triangular star and nodded vigorously, "In order to taste your Chinese tea, we must also defeat the magic sucking silk that invades the world and live until the end of the war."

"I will go to Italy and Switzerland at that time."

When Yu Yanlin said this, he looked at Wei Ran and said with a smile, "I'm going to visit Antarctica."

"I plan to go to China, too," Clermont said.

"There will be that day," said Viola.

“There will definitely be that day”

Wei Ran said, and took out the PP pistol and spare magazine he found from his pocket yesterday from the body of the short German soldier who rescued him and handed it to the other party. Then he pointed to a triangle star he had just stopped up, "Save it for it, it was him who left it."

"Thank you" Viola simply took the pistol.

"Okay, we really should leave and return to our battlefield."

Clermont said, carefully re-stacking the flags with a few extra triangular stars into his backpack.

After saying goodbye to Viola, the three of them walked towards the direction of the city wearing the last ray of sunset.

Compared to the "lightning" riding a bicycle when I came here, the speed of walking back with my legs was undoubtedly much slower.

Fortunately, at least along the way, the enemies in the suburbs did not fire any more, and they did not encounter any enemies.

When I rushed back to the battlefield post office, it was completely dark, but the post office dedicated to international tourism was still brightly lit.

After sorting out the letters Viola asked them to bring in a variety of categories, the three of them received three bicycles again under the leadership of Clermont, and then returned to the trenches beside the forest park in the suburbs with letters and packages belonging to their position.

Clermont did not intend to help the two of them. So after igniting the small oil lamp taken out of his bag, he shouted the name of the recipient according to the different camps and started his busy schedule as a postman.

These letters are definitely the best comfort for the recruits of the International Brigade who survived a battle with heavy losses.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Louis"

In the cold night, Clermont ran back in a hurry, "I have a letter from you here."

"Is mine?"

Yu Yanlin, who was originally sorting out the new letters in the email with Wei Ran, was stunned for a moment and quickly took the envelope handed over by Clermont.

"Your Spring Color?"

Wei Ran asked while busy, and then increased the brightness of the oil lamp he had just borrowed a little.

"Um!"

Yu Yanlin smeared his hands, covered in mud, on his trouser legs, then pulled out the bayonet from his waist, and cut the letter skin very carefully.

This envelope is not very big, but there are several thick sheets of letter paper inside.

Seeing that Yu Yanlin looked at him with a little "shy" look, Wei Ran smiled, withdrew his gaze in time and was no longer curious, but just sorted the letters in his hand seriously.

After a long time, Yu Yanlin stuffed the stack of letter paper back into the envelope, and then clamped the envelope with his notebook and stuffed it into his arms.

"Have you not finished your letter?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"No, maybe I need to rewrite it."

Yu Yanlin shook his head helplessly, but said with a smile, "My bride-in-law Chuncai tore up the divorce letter I sent back, and said he wanted to come to me and see the new love I've been looking for."

"Then you have to be careful," Wei Ran teased with a smile.

"She doesn't know I'm here yet."

Yu Yanlin sighed worriedly, "The letter was forwarded from Paris, I'm worried that she might have already boarded the ship."

"It shouldn't..."

Wei Ran's tone became much vague this time. He did not want to tell the other party about the situation in the country at this time. It would not bring anything else except to increase sorrow.

"Please finish writing early," Wei Ran sighed and said, "Please finish writing early, send it out early."

"Fight the war early..." Yu Yanlin sighed, even if he had just entered this battlefield for only two days.

For a moment, this bunker that was safe enough and warm enough became quiet, but Yu Yanlin, who took out the paper and pen, could not write even a single word for a long time.

After a while, Clermont bent over and came in.

"Have your fiancée written to you?" Clermont asked without waiting to sit down.

"Yes, I've written a letter." Yu Yanlin smiled, "I wrote a reply in late summer and early autumn."

"What did you say?" Clermont asked.

"No, nothing." Yu Yanlin shook his head.

Seeing this, Clermont was stunned for a moment and stopped asking more. He just handed his backpack to Wei Ran with confidence, "I'm not here today."

"Where are you going?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Go to find my girlfriend Esdelle," Clermont said hurriedly, "I'll be back tomorrow morning."

As he said that, he had already carried the letters that Wei Ran had sorted into a bag, then took the remaining uncooked pasta, red sauce in glass jars, and even a box of canned beef and a bottle of wine. He turned around and hurriedly left the bunker.

"Brother Wei"
To be continued...