Chopping off the opponent's head, a rebel soldier on the side who wanted to assassinate Lin Jun hesitated, it was the first time he participated in a white-knuckle battle, and the head that was still staring at the dead fish was smashing on him. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info just this stunned kung fu, Lin Jun had already stepped forward, and it was too late for him to react, the big knife swung away the rifle in his hand, and Lin Jun slashed off the two wrists of the other party holding the gun with his backhand.

Before he had time to deal with this screaming opponent, a scimitar had already slashed over, and Lin Jun could only abandon the wounded soldier in front of him, turned sideways and swung his knife fiercely to block. Although the Damascus steel knife in Morocco is good, it is a pity that the weight is not thin enough, and when Lin Jun is knife is held with both hands, the two forces collided, and the beautiful scimitar was directly swung away, the man wanted to rely on his own knife light, and the opponent's two-handed knife in front of him should not have the advantage of being fast enough to split back again, but there was a big foot on his ****, he felt a sharp pain, his eyes were dark, and before he could see the opponent's position clearly, the simple big knife in his eyes had been in close contact with his shoulder. He died a little "resentful", as the best knife hand in the tribe, he is very confident in his knife skills, but he never thought that the opponent would carry his "black feet", there is no such rule in the tribe, and no one has taught him. If Lin Jun knew the last thoughts of this Moroccan soldier who was cut in two by him from his right shoulder to his left armpit with a big knife, he would definitely tell him: "You idiot, Lao Tzu wants your life and still has to talk to you about the rules?!" ”

Muhammad is the company commander of the Moroccan volunteers, he has dealt with the soldiers with guns in the two republics, and is now in a stalemate with the big man in front of him, as a brave warrior in the tribe, experience tells him that the opponent in front of him is a master of swordsmanship!

The Moroccan officer in front of Wang Gang was staring at him, and he didn't care about the nearby fights at all, he was a ruthless character. Since you don't move, Wang Gang doesn't have time to waste it with you, so he relied on his knife and hand length, and slashed over with an oblique knife. Even no matter how good the knife is, the warrior must block the threat in front of him in order to counterattack, the Moroccan lost the opportunity and could only raise the knife to receive the move, but he underestimated Wang Gang's strength, and the scimitar raised in both hands could not stop the fierce slashing at all, the knife was not broken, it was a good knife, but the Moroccan still let out a scream, half of Wang Gang's big knife cut into his shoulder, and his collarbone was broken. Wang Gang's knife shook hard, and the opponent in front of him fell, he didn't die, but his body couldn't bear the severe pain and passed out, but he couldn't wake up from the huge wound on his shoulder.

The white-knuckle battle should be the most brutal contest, although the rebels have the advantage in numbers, but the more than 100 broadswords of the international column play a huge role, and people on both sides continue to scream and fall, only a moment of effort, only about 200 people are still fighting in the open field, and most of them are soldiers with knives.

Lin Jun was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell which one was his own and which was the opponent's, there were two Moroccans staring at him in front of him, but the opponent didn't dare to step forward easily, because they knew that the person in front of him who was covered in blood was not easy to deal with.

Suddenly, the opponent in front of him took two steps back, turned around and ran.

Lin Jun didn't chase after him, he didn't know what was going on, and the only reason he had left told him not to move until he figured out the situation. In an instant, he found that all the rebels were running, he slowly turned around and saw the battle flag of the international column fluttering behind him, "Reinforcements have arrived!" ”

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Lin Jun was sitting behind the wall of the ruins, and the hygienist was helping him bandage the wound on his thigh, which was a memento left to him by a Moroccan soldier's scimitar, but fortunately, it was only scratched, and the wound was not too deep.

Less than 100 comrades who participated in the white-knuckle battle persevered to the end, only 43 of the more than 280 artillery commandos who had come to support them a few days ago survived, and only 3 comrades from the flying brigade remained, including Sergeant Major Vasily, who was missing an arm. Wang Gang was not injured, but he was very tired, just now he cut down 13 rebel soldiers, 8 of them were Moroccans, and now he was sitting next to Lin Jun and wiping the blood on the Moroccan scimitar in his hand with a broken sack.

There were very few wounded in white-knuckle combat, because both sides were undying, and the sergeant major was very lucky, after the Moroccan cut off his left hand, the artillery comrades on the side protected him.

After the reinforcements arrived just now, Wang Gang saw Lin Jun on the side holding a scimitar next to the corpse of a Moroccan soldier. Wang Gang walked over and asked him what he wanted all this for? Lin Jun's blood-stained face grinned at him, and said very loudly: Help me find it, what is the eye-catching scimitar.

Wang Gang felt that this captain was a little nervous, and he was still looking for loot at this time! But still help him find the scimitars. The brutal white-knuckle war descendants will always be a little weird, so strange that it is difficult to understand their actions, and the captain's ears are not very good, and he can't hear him, so he can't persuade him at all.

The blood splattered just now, the skulls rolling all over the ground, and the internal organs of the dying soldiers had made Lin Jun's nerves numb, and now he didn't care about what was happening on the side, the victory in the battle made him a little confused, and his head was close to blank. When you see those glittering Moroccan scimitars in the sun, your attention is drawn to them.

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On the seventh day after the white-knuckle battle in the "University City", Lin Jun was packing his things in the room, and his hearing had recovered somewhat, but he was still buzzing from time to time.

Franco's first attack on Madrid had been crushed, the rebels in the north had been driven 200 kilometers away, and the intervention forces in the south had been driven across the Harama River, and for a short time Madrid was safe, but everyone knew: the fascists would attack Madrid again, and they would not admit defeat.

Lin Jun could no longer defend this heroic city, and Stalin, after learning that he had participated in the white-knuckle battle to defend the "university city" of Madrid, flew into a rage and ordered him to be immediately transferred back to Moscow.

Stalin was so angry with this "stunned young man" that he repeatedly asked Lin Jun to pay attention to his safety and had extremely high expectations for him, but he ran to play a big knife with the enemy, although he made great achievements and defended the "university town", but it still made Stalin very angry. In a private conversation between Stalin and Kalinin, he said: it is better to lose Madrid than Andrei!

"We can't let him stay in Spain anymore, or God knows what will happen!" Stalin immediately made up his mind. He was angry, why was he angry? Because Stalin knew: this Andrei was important to him and to the USSR.

Lin Jun had a lot of luggage, in addition to the rucksack that Xie Wei had given him, there was also a long large canvas bag in the room, which was very heavy, and it contained eleven "captured" Moroccan scimitars, all of which were the best Damascus steel knives. On the battlefield, Lin Jun and Wang Gang chose 19 scimitars, and when they visited Xie Weijin, Vasily and Rodimtsev in the hospital yesterday, they gave them and Dr. Bethune four scimitars. The wounded are recovering, and Lin Jun also asked Vasily to go to work at the Zhukov Air Force Academy after recovering from his injuries, and he has already agreed with the wing that he will be transferred to Moscow as soon as Vasily is discharged from the hospital. Another one was left for Wang Gang, two were given to Picasso and Grandqi as a souvenir, and one was given to Voronov.

There were still a few handfuls in the bag to give away, and Andlupuf and his original three squadron leaders had a share. Andlupuv is now the commander of the air wing in Valencia, and the three squadron commanders, except for Kobets, who remained in the 1st Group as group leader, Sergei and Zaitsev have already joined the newly formed fighter group as group leaders, and the other pilots have also been dispersed to various new fighter units as backbone positions, and the lowest is also deputy squadron leader.

At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Comrade Andrey, it's time for us to go, the car is already waiting at the door." ”

Opening the door, Wang Gang came in to help Lin Jun carry the big bag and walked out of the room together.

The two of them had just walked to the first floor and saw an acquaintance, it was Picasso, who had a beautiful large square wooden box in his hand.

"Comrade Andrey, I heard that you are going back to the Soviet Union, so I gave you a small gift as a souvenir."

Through the translation of the person on the side, Lin Jun knew that Picasso was going to give him a gun.

"I used to give it to a friend, but I never used it, hehe, it's better to paint with a paintbrush, this gun is what you soldiers need." Picasso opened the box, and inside it turned out to be a Mauser M1932 7.63mm submachine pistol and a complete set of accessories, with five spare magazines of 20 rounds and a hardwood gun case, as well as a full set of gadgets for maintaining the gun. The body of the gun is basically still ordinary black and blue, but the body and barrel are inlaid with beautiful vine patterns with gold wire in a handmade way.

"Comrade Picasso, this gift is too valuable." To be honest, this craft Mauser made Lin Jun's eyes straighten, and it was too attractive.

"Haha, Comrade Andrey, don't talk about this among friends! If you don't accept it, then return my painting to me, the painting is more valuable! Ha ha! Picasso was laughing there.

Lin Jun didn't hesitate, took the big wooden box, and felt that it was very heavy.

"That gun case has bullets lined up in it, so it's a bit heavy." Picasso could see that Andre in front of him was a little strange about its weight.

Lin Jun saw that there was a row of letters inlaid with gold wire on the gun, but he didn't recognize it.

"The gun was given to the Astra-Onsetto factory when it had just copied this pistol from the Germans, and it was my name on it, in Spanish. Although it was an imitation, the guns produced by Astra Onsetto were even better than those of the Germans! Comrade Andrey, you can use it with confidence, this gun can also be fired in bursts. ”

"Yes, I know."

Lin Jun closed the lid, handed the large wooden box to Wang Gang on the side, and untied the holster on his waist.

"This is the special ration of my pistol when I was awarded the Hero of the Soviet Union, although it is only the most ordinary production type, but it has eliminated fascism, so I will send it to you as a souvenir." Lin Jun said very solemnly, and handed the gun to Picasso with both hands. He did not say that Stalin had assigned it, as he had done last time, lest Picasso have an idea.

Picasso did not refuse, and took it with both hands. Lin Jun took out a spare magazine and two boxes of ammunition from the canvas bag and gave them to Picasso.

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At Madrid Airport, Wang Gang looked at the transport plane bound for Valencia and said to Picasso next to him: "He is a good comrade." ”

"Yes, he is a trustworthy comrade."