If you ask what it's like to be a military observer, the answer is probably "a strange feeling of being on the front lines and yet being on the sidelines".

Adara drove Zhou Changfeng and Chen Guangyun from the second line to the first line, and what he saw and heard along the way suddenly dragged the memory of the former back to Demagi more than half a year ago.

Trucks were moving back, with wounded soldiers staggering on either side of the carriages, and the bodies of fallen soldiers in the middle.

Wails were heard from the tents of the field hospitals, mixed with weeping.

Bloodstained doctors in white coats stretched out outside their tents, nurses hurriedly trotted with medicines and equipment, and wounded soldiers in better condition sat and smoked against trees.

Ahead is a supply depot, where mules, horses, wagons, and trucks stop.

Trucks arrived here from the railway station and piggybacked wounded soldiers and corpses in field hospitals on their way back; Horse-drawn carriages, mules, and pack horses carried ammunition to various parts of the front.

Continuing ahead was the artillery position, each of which was spaced more than a dozen meters apart, surrounded by bags of sand and anti-aircraft camouflage.

The ground was piled with yellow shell shells, and the artillerymen probably had nothing to do, and at the moment they were doing their own thing, some were smoking, some were eating canned food, and some were writing diaries.

Chen Guangyun stretched out his hand and pointed, "Look, the 12-type mountain cannons are all bought from us. Oh, not a few over there, those are the German FK16 field guns, old things from the European War. ”

"The Type 12 mountain cannon is just as old."

"When selling things, you must give priority to selling old goods in stock."

After arriving at the village of Gilmino, which is located on the front line, Chen Guangyun was greatly surprised by the scene.

Densely packed, large and small, there were gun parts, tattered clothes, and broken limbs everywhere.

The water in the crater has an eerie black-red color that exudes a disgusting aura.

In a sense, the village of Gilmino no longer exists, and the hundreds of houses in the village are only in ruins, and they are all as if they had been burned by fire.

Winding trenches outline the shape of wavy lines around the village, looking down from the sky like wrinkles on the forehead.

"Stop."

The buggy was parked next to a "house" with only half of the wall left.

Circumference jumped out of the car, stepped over a pile of broken bricks, climbed the wall, and looked around.

Foxholes, barbed wire barriers, side-firing machine-gun fire bunkers, multiple communication trenches, diagonal cut positions, mortar bunkers, ......

He commented to himself: "The defensive positions are well arranged. ”

Then comes the boring and tiring work.

I walked around in the car, and then asked the officers here about the situation of the battle, asked a few questions from the east and the west, and carefully recorded them.

It's good to meet more enthusiastic people, but if you meet "thieves" who don't want to see them, you may still be stared at.

Such dull and tedious days lasted for a total of four days, and the battle line was almost unchanged.

The area of engagement was unusually quiet, but it was only relatively quiet, and although neither side had large-scale operations, small groups of reconnaissance units had been roaming the vast area of several hundred square kilometers.

Obviously, both sides are adjusting their deployments and accumulating strength.

There were only small fights on the ground, but the battlefield in the sky was extremely intense, and watching the air battles on their backs every day had become a pastime for the soldiers on both sides.

Early morning on the fourth day.

Zhou Changfeng and Chen Guangyun were going downstairs to discuss the use of the Republican artillery recorded yesterday, but they were blocked by the children who came over.

"Sir, are you going to the front again?" A teenager asked curiously.

"Of course, that's our task." As he spoke, Zhou Changfeng took out a large handful of candy from the pocket inside his clothes.

In the past few days, although he has not had much contact, just relying on these inexpensive fruit hard candies and milk candy are enough for him to get acquainted with the children in the apartment.

The little girl named Alyssa tilted her head and pretended to be serious, "Mom said it might rain today, so you should come back early." ”

After listening to Adara's translation, Chen Guangyun laughed, "That's not sure, when you'll come back after finishing your work." ”

The engine of the SUV sounded and drove into the street outside the apartment building.

Today Zhou Changfeng designated to go to the village of Alibello, where, according to the information he had heard, a short but fierce battle broke out yesterday morning, and the attack of the tank detachment sent by the National Army to raid was thwarted, and five T-26s and CV-33s were destroyed.

The village is relatively far away, 14km northeast of Guadalajara, next to a small lake.

The clouds were rolling, the sky was dark, and it was so gloomy that it seemed as if it could squeeze out water at any moment.

Halfway through, the off-road vehicle carrying Zhou Changfeng and Chen Guangyun encountered two "cavalrymen", or signal soldiers on horseback.

"What's going on?" Adara put one hand on the steering wheel and waved the other.

"The 17th Brigade has lost contact with the company in Alibello Village, it may be that the telephone line has been blown up, and we are investigating." A tall signal soldier replied.

Adara didn't ask any more questions, as it was a common occurrence in warring territories where cable communications were cut off almost daily.

On the dirt road, the car continued to move forward.

However, it was only a few hundred meters after the car drove over a small dirt slope...... Sudden mutation!

I saw a few trucks parked on the side of the road behind it, as well as twenty or thirty Italian soldiers!

They seemed to have been waiting for the rabbit for a long time, and the faces of the soldiers were full of lightness, as if they had come for an outing.

Imagine a car has just climbed over a mound, and by the time the driver sees the enemy waiting below, it's too late.

Chen Guangyun shouted in a lost voice: "Grass! Break into the wolf's den! ”

Seeing that Adara wanted to pull out the gun, Zhou Changfeng shouted fiercely: "Let go of the gun!" Don't resist! ”

The Italian army didn't shoot at all, and then several soldiers rushed up and dragged Zhou Changfeng and the three of them down without saying anything.

A group of Italian soldiers looked at each other, amazed at the unexpected "captivity".

They made a detour to the rear of the battle line and destroyed the telephone line, and then set up an ambush there with the intention of capturing a few Republican signal corps or officers rushing to the front.

As a result, neither of them waited, but instead arrested two Ming army officers? It's ridiculous.

Two hours later, they were escorted to the village of Cap Elen.

It had only been hit by the flames of battle a few hours earlier, and in the face of the menacing Nationalist and Italian troops, a platoon of Republican troops was outnumbered, and most of them were killed except for a few breakouts.

Several houses and windmills were still burning, and more than 100 villagers who had not been evacuated were driven to the square in the middle of the village by the soldiers like wolves.

Two Fiat M7914 heavy machine guns were arranged cross-fronted, and the muzzles of the black holes were pointed directly at the crowd, as if ready to devour them at any moment.

Zhou Changfeng and the three were taken to the edge of the well by several soldiers, and an Italian major in an olive green military uniform, black riding boots, and a large-brimmed hat came leisurely.

He had a look of amusement in his eyes, "See what we've caught?" Oh, two lost Chinese. ”

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