The falling I-15 smashed to the ground and burst into a large cloud of flames, black smoke soaring into the sky, and the loud rumbling sound made Zhou Changfeng, whose heart was already pounding, feel like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He took out a cigarette with a trembling hand, but he couldn't find a lighter after a few touches, but he saw that the barrel of the machine gun was overheated from the continuous fire, so he reached out and poked the cigarette on the barrel.

The dark red barrel is like a cigarette lighter, and the cigarette is lit with a "swish".

Some aviation machine guns do not use heavy barrels because of the fast airflow in the air, the temperature is low, and the barrel dissipates heat faster, but when it comes to the ground, the light barrel is naturally more likely to overheat.

At this moment, people who had finished dodging the air raids rushed to the highway, and some of them cried and went straight to the section of the road that had just been strafed and bombed.

Instead of driving down a messy road, Adara drove slowly along the road in the fields next to it.

On the left hand side is the scene of the tragic air raid, and to be honest, Zhou Changfeng can't even bear to look directly at such a scene.

The 70-meter-long section of the road was littered with the corpses of more than 90 civilians, and more than 20 wounded soldiers and militiamen also fell in pools of blood.

Indiscriminate attacks on civilian teams for the sake of five trucks? It's simply inhumane.

Just as he was about to pass through this section of hell on earth, Zhou Changfeng saw several familiar figures in the corner of his eye, so he hurriedly beckoned Adara to stop.

I saw that the children of the apartment building where they were staying these days were gathering around at the moment, and the little girl named Alyssa was lying on a female corpse and crying.

After getting closer, Zhou Changfeng immediately recognized the female corpse as her sister.

At a cursory glance, it is estimated that the metal fragments of the truck that were blown off by the blast wave of the explosion were hit in the heart during the escape.

"Is there any family with her?" Zhou Changfeng asked, although he had been familiar with each other in the past few days, he didn't know the family situation of these children.

Adara translated his words into Spanish and the children's answers into Chinese.

"No, Alyssa's father was killed by rebels in Madrid, and her mother was also killed by a plane while working at the Guadalajara power plant."

"And where are the sisters going?"

"Go to Tarancon, where their uncle runs a grocery store."

Zhou Changfeng nodded, and said sideways: "Adara, ask the people around you to see if anyone is also going to Tarankun, and bring this little girl over by the way." ”

So Adara asked aloud, and many people just glanced indifferently and walked forward with their heads bowed again.

After a while, five or six young people came over, and the young man at the head said, "Sir, we are going to report to the Tarankon boot camp, we can help." ”

As he spoke, he proudly displayed a crude, ill-printed certificate of service.

"I'm sorry for you." Zhou Changfeng felt that these people were still credible, so he took out a few competition towers.

The young man hesitated, but finally accepted it.

The car started again and gradually accelerated.

One of the downed I-15 fighters landed in the southwest, just 100 meters from the road.

The wreckage of the plane was still burning, and several militiamen leaned over against the blazing fire, using shovels and crutches to pull the body of the Nationalist pilot out of the driver's seat.

The corpse had been roasted by the flames for so long, and its contents and celluloid goggles had been melted, giving off a strange smell of grilled steak and burnt plastic.

The militiamen probably wanted to check if there was any information they could gather, but found that the flight log had been burned to charcoal, so they reluctantly left.

As soon as they left, the civilians who were watching from the side rushed up, spitting, kicking, and smashing with shovels, and the pilot's body was reduced to pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Take the blame." Chen Guangyun said casually: "Even if he is not dead, he should be shot." ”

Everything has a price, and the heinous and brutal acts of blatant attacks on civilians are undoubtedly crimes against humanity and do not deserve the treatment of prisoners of war.

After a wordless journey, when night fell, the three of them arrived at Qinqiong.

After staying at a hotel, Zhou Changfeng rarely went to the store to buy a bottle of wine, and then drank it alone on the balcony.

The mellow, dry brandy irritates the throat, but the spicy sensation quickly turns to sweetness and fieryness.

Before you know it, a bottle of brandy is bottoming out.

People say "drunk three points to wake up", for people with normal alcohol metabolism, it is not easy to completely drink fragments, and the vast majority of people still have a certain consciousness even if they are drunk.

The half-drunk Zhou Changfeng had a lot of thoughts, and all kinds of scenes and hypothetical possibilities kept coming to his mind.

He had always felt that he was not as internationalist as the older generation, but the cruelty of yesterday and today's experience pierced his heart deeply, and he felt the cruelty of such a situation.

And, the sarcastic words of the well-dressed beast Enrique disgusted him greatly.

Such scum is really disgusting!

"Damn, I snatched all my notebooks! Silly than stuff. ”

Because of his emotional instability, the drunken Zhou Changfeng burst out a few nonsense after a while, so that Chen Guangyun quickly pulled him back from the edge of the balcony, which would be embarrassing if he accidentally fell.

The next day, in the morning.

The hangover felt very bad, headache, nausea, nausea.

Zhou Changfeng, who was still in a bad mood, stood in front of the balcony, and after a long time of entanglement and weighing, he took a deep breath and finally made a decision in his heart.

"I don't feel well, go to the hospital." He turned and said.

Chen Guangyun, who was holding a blank piece of paper to write and draw, raised his head in surprise, "Where is the discomfort?" I'll go with you. ”

"No need, you and Adara can stay, I'll go by myself."

In the worried and puzzled eyes of the two, Zhou Changfeng straightened his clothes and left the hotel.

Dressed in a regular uniform with a different shape from the European military uniform, and carrying a knife at his waist, Zhou Changfeng attracted a lot of attention on the streets, but it was also convenient for him to ask for directions.

When he arrived at a lavish church hospital, he was slightly surprised by the style of its décor – the wide and large glass windows, the beautifully painted ceilings, and the shiny tiled walls.

Is this a hospital? It looks like it's not inferior to a museum or a church, with all the bells and whistles.

After waiting patiently outside the clinic for a quarter of an hour, it finally arrived.

After he entered, the middle-aged doctor who received him was slightly stunned, he didn't know how to communicate, but Zhou Changfeng took the initiative to try it in English, and he was able to continue.

"Sir, where are you not feeling well?"

"I'm not uncomfortable."

The confused doctor pushed his glasses, thinking he was joking, so he also laughed: "So what are you from?" ”

Zhou Changfeng replied solemnly: "I want you to prove that I am sick, um... Tuberculosis bar. ”

(End of chapter)