Lin Jun's own matching gun was not sent out in the end, and what was given to Wang Gang was a set of Tokarev Type 33 pistols in stock. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Lin Jun took out 52 sets of pistols from the warehouse to support the artillery battalion, plus 10,000 rounds of pistol ammunition.

The pilots under Lin Jun can basically understand the captain's decision: it is also appropriate to help friendly troops who are in difficulty. And Andlupuf and other people who knew Lin Jun's overall arrangement were even more supportive, and their idea was that the logistics staff would have to rely on them to take care of them in the future.

Lin Jun also knew why the captains under him were so enthusiastic, and they helped to count, and they taught the comrades of the artillery battalion how to use these guns.

"Alas! You're thinking too realistically, too! Lin Jun couldn't cry or laugh when he looked at these enthusiastic and somewhat "excessive" subordinates. The decision to send guns just now was simply a temporary thought, and I felt that they were also a waste to myself, and I didn't think like my subordinates at all.

Lin Jun, who walked out of the warehouse, asked his subordinates on duty to go to their respective jobs, or Kobets, Zaitsev, and Xie Weijin, who were not on duty, waited for him for a while and went back to the dormitory by himself. After a while, Lin Jun came out with a bag and said to Xie Weijin: "I still have some work to talk to you about, let's go, go to you." This gun can't be given away for nothing, you can have dinner! ”

"Oh." 52 sets of the latest pistols and 10,000 rounds of ammunition for one meal, this "business" is easy to do.

Now Xie Weijin just didn't figure it out in the office: who invited whom for this meal?

The three Soviet comrades, plus Xie Weijin and the three company commanders below him, seven people tightly surrounded the desk that served as a dining table, and in addition to the things that Xie Weijin had asked the cooking class to prepare, the table was also filled with dozens of cans that Lin Jun took out of his pocket.

"They are all revolutionary comrades, everyone's is the same, and there is no need to distinguish who is entertaining." These are Lin Jun's words.

To tell the truth, the comrades of the artillery battalion have not seen canned meat for a long time, and even caviar is available.

"The pilot's treatment is good!"

Knowing that the logistics of the international column were difficult, Lin Jun brought his own food.

"Comrades, don't drink the wine, you're still fighting, don't waste what you eat, start eating." To be honest, Lin Jun was hungry, he was busy counting guns or something just now, and he had already missed dinner time, and his stomach was already protesting.

Since everyone is a revolutionary comrade, there is nothing to be polite, and besides, everyone is hungry. After more than 10 minutes, a large table of things got into the stomachs of the comrades.

"Kobets, how much food do we have in the logistics?" For this, Kobetz knows better than Lin Jun.

"Captain, the flour is enough for at least half a year, and the rest is enough for 4 to 5 months."

"Oh, then count a third of the flour and 2 months' supply of other food supplies to support our artillery comrades."

Everyone here knew that most of the Air Force would be temporarily withdrawn from Madrid, which they would not need, and that there was a shortage in the artillery barracks, so you were welcome.

Seeing that Xie Weijin did not refuse, "Comrade Xie Weijin, then I will come to us tomorrow to move things, but if you want to go out as a stevedore, I don't have enough manpower." ”

"Haha, of course we will come to such a good thing, the young man of the artillery has strength!"

"By the way, when are you going to go to the front?" Lin Jun asked to the point.

"They have asked us to stay at the airport in Madrid, they have foreseen a fierce battle for the city in Madrid, and they want our battalion to wait here for new orders. To tell the truth, now the whole battalion wants to go to the front immediately, but we have to obey orders. ”

"Damn, some people just think that saving their lives matters, regardless of the life or death ahead!" Lin Jun was in front of him with a sentence of "national scolding", and in the back was in Russian.

Except for Xie Weijin, the other comrades present didn't understand the meaning of Lin Jun's previous sentence, but listening to his tone and the way he spoke, they also knew that it must not be good.

Kobets and Zaitsev felt that their captain's cultivation was getting worse and worse, and he was a very personable person when he first arrived, but now he often used to swear on his lips. But they won't have an opinion about their own captain either, because everyone in the brigade does. War makes people irritable, and if a person is still like a gentleman in a war environment, then he must be insane.

Everyone present knew who the "some" in Lin Jun's mouth was referring to, and they also had opinions, but they couldn't say it, and only Andre, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, dared to complain to them.

"Andrey, there is news above that the government of the Spanish Republic may have to retreat to Valencia." It was Xie Weijin who spoke.

"Alas, if you want to withdraw, just withdraw. It's going to rain, and the mother wants to get married, which no one can stop. Lin Jun quoted the words of the great man. The coward ran away, as long as the international column remains, Madrid will not be lost! ”

The meeting ended after a while, both sides still had work to do, and Lin Jun was still thinking about going to the Army General Hospital.

Juan's car came to the hospital with the interpreter Glickie, and everyone here was very busy, sending a lot of seriously wounded from the front line, and even the aisles were filled with new beds.

I first went to visit the two pilots who were recuperating from their wounds, and then went to the dean's office and saw that Dr. Bethune was also there.

"Hello, Comrade Andrey." Bethune greeted him first, and he looked very tired, probably just after surgery.

"Hello Dr. Bethune, hello Comrade Dean." Lin Jun forgot what the dean's name was, "I'm sorry to disturb your work." ”

"No, no, even if Dr. Bethune came to talk about the medicine in the hospital, there is nothing else."

"Oh, is it because of the difficulty in resupplying medicines?"

"Yes, the casualties in front of us are too great now, the medicines in the hospital are depleted quickly, and the medicines for support cannot be transported for the time being, and some medicines have been used up." Speaking of this, the dean looked a little helpless.

"I still have some medicine reserves, and I can't use them up in the brigade, so let's have some medicine in our hospital tomorrow, and I'll let the driver transport it." Lin Jun is almost addicted to sending things, to be honest, the Kremlin has prepared more medicines for his own brigade, that is, the whole brigade has become sick and wounded, and it will not be used up in a year and a half.

Hearing Lin Jun's words, the dean was very happy: "That's really good, thank you Comrade Andre." ”

And Bethune, who was here, was even happier when he heard the words of the translator, "Comrade Andrei, thank you for your internationalist spirit, what kind of medicine do you have?" We're just too short right now. "Doctors and leaders just think differently.

"Hehe, I don't know about this, anyway, there is everything, and there are more treatments for trauma."

"Great, that's missing now. Comrade Andrey, do you think it's okay to go to the airport now? Some of the wounded are still awaiting treatment. ”

"No problem, Dr. Bethune, go now." Know that this great internationalist fighter always puts the wounded first.

The commander-in-chief of the airport, Dr. Grigory, and Dr. Carlos had no opinion on Lin Jun's decision, because the airport hospital was only three "permanent" wounded, and they were all about to recover. And the medicines have been piled up into a hill, which was brought from the Soviet Union, and it is no problem to even some of them, and it is a waste to put them at the airport.

Seeing Bethune's ecstatic appearance after seeing a large number of medicines, Lin Jun thought it was interesting, but he would never laugh. Bethune is like this because of his extremely responsible attitude towards the wounded, which Lin Jun understands very well.

Since all the medicines were labeled in Russian, it would have taken the cooperation of three doctors, Bethune, Grigory, and Carlos, as well as two translators, to relabel them in Spanish and English, which would be a mistake if they were mistaken.

Although doctors can basically tell what is from the appearance and characteristics of the drug, the high sense of responsibility allows the three doctors to make a unanimous decision.

It was busy until the middle of the night, and a group of people sorted the medicine bottles to be taken away, and everyone was tired enough.

Lin Jun ran to the restaurant and got a lot of canned food, wanting to have a late-night dinner.

"Comrade Andrey, leave this to the wounded comrades, they need it more." Bethune said, looking at the pile of cans in front of him.

To be honest, I haven't seen him for 10 days, and compared to the last time I saw Bethune, he has lost a lot of weight now. "Alas, it must be the same as in Jinchaji again, giving his rations to the wounded."

Lin Jun feels sorry for this internationalist soldier, I can't listen to you this time, if I starve you, who will operate on the comrades of the Eighth Route Army in the future?!

"Listen to me and Comrade Grande when we get here! Here the two of us have the final say, right, Comrade Grandchi? ”

The comrade commander-in-chief over there nodded again and again.

"Don't worry, Dr. Bethune, I have already asked people to prepare the things for the wounded comrades, there is a large amount of condensed milk, I think this is what the wounded need the most, hehe. Let's solve these canned beef, and besides, the comrades have been busy all night and are hungry. Comrades say yes, right? ”

It's just nonsense, it's almost 2 o'clock in the morning, who isn't hungry?! Lin Jun had already put out all the condensed milk in the stock, and he remembered that Dr. Bethune had said: Condensed milk is the most beneficial and nutritious for the wounded. And although the group of people under his command also like condensed milk, a group of old men can live without condensed milk, and for these "carnivores", beef is more attractive.

Dr. Bethune still wanted to say something, how could Lin Jun give him a chance, forced him to the chair, stuffed an open large can of beef into his arms, and brushed a thick layer of caviar on a piece of bread and handed it to him, "Eat, this is your task, here I have the final say, this is an order, don't think about going out of this door until you finish eating!" ”

Grandma's, purely a fascist!

Everyone wanted to laugh when they looked at Dr. Bethune: their hands were all stuffed, and they didn't know which to eat first.

"Dr. Bethune, this is the pilot's food, and we are all wiped out this time. You're welcome, let's eat. "Doctor Grigory who spoke.

Yes, it's all like this, let's eat, we can't live up to the kindness of the Soviet comrades.