The bearded driver finally started talking. He said that before the outbreak of the civil war, he drove goods and traveled between France and Spain in San Sebastian, but he had to return to his hometown after that.
Unfortunately, his hometown of Guadalajara has now become a battlefield.
"My wife and I don't want to leave, so where can we go to escape?" He smiled bitterly, and then said calmly: "So I have to do something."
Although Chen Guangyun didn't understand French, Zhou Changfeng did.
He asked in a deep voice: "Are the air raids on civilians just now common? You don't seem surprised."
"I heard that other places have it for a long time, but we only started it half a month ago." The bearded driver said calmly: "Surprised? Angry? It won't happen after we encounter it a few more times."
It is getting late, but the city getting closer and closer is filled with darkness. Only when you get closer can you see a few lights.
Zhou Changfeng and the two fell asleep because of fatigue and were only woken up after arriving in Guadalajara.
More than a dozen soldiers, militiamen, and civilians gathered around. They planned to unload the goods below, but they were stunned when they saw the two people above.
Obviously they didn't know about the arrival of the Ming Dynasty's military expedition team, and as soon as Zhou Changfeng took out his pass, he was snatched away.
"Chinese? Why are you here?" a sergeant asked in confusion.
"They are military observers," the driver quickly explained. "They have certificates from the Barcelona Defense Command."
The slight hostility dissipated, and the sergeant handed the pass back to Zhou Changfeng, and then saluted.
He waved his hand, and people swarmed forward and began to carry the heavy boxes of tank spare parts.
Being on the front line of a war in a distant foreign country at night, surrounded by foreigners with different faces and speaking different languages, is an experience that makes people subconsciously very nervous and uneasy.
According to the memorandum, upon arriving in Guadalajara, the two were to report immediately to the local Republican commander to obtain his authorization.
"County officials are not as good as current officials" is also in effect here - perhaps the commander of this unit will obey the orders of the rear headquarters, but the soldiers may only recognize the orders of their commander.
Zhou Changfeng and Chen Guangyun are very cautious. If they are unfamiliar with the place, it would be terrible if they accidentally enter any closed area or forbidden area.
The headquarters of the Eighth Infantry Division is located in an office building in Guadalajara. It has a five-story, frame structure. Even in the night, dark explosion traces and a large crater can be vaguely seen on the outer wall.
The two people who were interrogated no less than five times along the way were finally allowed in after half an hour of waiting. Everyone here was busy with their own affairs, including staff officers walking back and forth with orders, officers shouting, and officers holding The clerical staff with large documents had a tired look on their faces.
Major General Negro's hair was gray and he looked to be in his fifties. His beard was unkempt and it looked like he had not groomed it for many days. Although he was tired, he could not be called haggard.
He took a puff of cigarette and said: "You are welcome to come, but I don't recommend that you walk around..."
At this moment, a series of dull explosions were heard in the distance, like summer thunder.
The major general, who looked helpless, spread his hands and said, "Did you hear that? That's shelling from invaders. It's a common thing."
"If we were afraid of danger, we wouldn't come here." Zhou Changfeng smiled and asked, "Sir, how much restrictions do you plan to impose on us? Can you provide us with transportation?"
"There are no restrictions other than tactical planning. As for vehicles, yes."
Major General Negro's emotions were particularly complicated for these two young officers from the far East.
When his own country is in the flames of war, he still has to welcome foreign military observers. The soldiers and civilians of his own country are bleeding, but they can learn the experience gained from their precious lives. This makes the major general very disgusted.
But at the same time, they are willing to disregard their own safety and go to the front line for inspection. Their professional ethics of being so loyal to their mission makes the major general admire them.
And just a few days ago, his division received an urgent shipment of twelve Ming-made 80mm light howitzers and a large number of artillery shells. The two artillery companies originally had only three artillery pieces left, and these artillery pieces were brought in to relieve an urgent need.
After quickly becoming familiar with the operation, he fired more than 2,000 artillery shells at the enemy in just two days, disrupting at least five waves of offensives. The corpses of hundreds of enemy soldiers are still scattered in the field.
Therefore, the major general couldn't help but feel grateful.
Zhou Changfeng and Chen Guangyun received quite good hospitality - they were arranged to stay in a government employee apartment in Guadalajara, a hundred meters away from the apartment building was an air raid shelter.
In addition, an off-road vehicle was provided, and a young militiaman was also transferred to serve as their guide and translator.
This young man named Adala is only in his early twenties. He studied Chinese at Complutense University before the war and can speak Nanjing Mandarin very fluently.
"... There was no running water and electricity supply a month ago. We have to go to the well behind the building to get water. Kerosene and candles can be bought in the store." He led the two of them around the neighborhood.
We have two officers from the far East living here?
In the morning, the news spread among residents.
After Adala, Zhou Changfeng and Chen Guangyun walked downstairs, they suddenly became the focus of the place. People around them looked at them very curiously.
"Gentlemen, have you decided where to go?"
"To the village of Gilmino."
"It changed hands many times, and it was only firmly occupied by us three days ago." Adala's eyes widened.
"That's why it makes more sense." Zhou Changfeng said matter-of-factly.
Just as they were walking towards the off-road vehicle while talking, Chen Guangyun suddenly shouted: "Don't touch it!"
I saw four or five children gathered around the Porsche 62 off-road vehicle. Some were turning the steering wheel, while others were playing with the machine gun on the bracket in the middle of the body.
Chen Guangyun shouted in Chinese, but you could tell what he meant just by listening to his tone.
So the children dispersed in a hurry, and then hid more than ten meters away to observe their reactions. A little girl fell to the ground because she was too anxious while running back, and immediately started crying.
Zhou Changfeng bent down and pulled up the little girl, who was only four or five years old. Because of the language barrier, he could only pat her back, touch her head, and finally took out a handful of candies to stop her crying.
Adala was very helpless and shouted to the adults who came over: "Take care of these little guys, they are very dangerous!"
The adults quickly yelled and scolded the children and took them away. The little girl's mother said a series of apologetic words. Adala translated: "The children are naughty. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Zhou Changfeng waved his hand nonchalantly, stepped into the car directly, looked at his watch and urged: "It's time to go, don't waste time."
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