The Red Age of Sword and Magic

Chapter 484 A Valley Full of Flowers
"Another fighter plane was copied...another cannon..."

Albert moved his pen like flying, mumbling in his mouth, and worked very hard.

He had the will to roll up his sleeves and finish copying the manuscript in one go. This was probably the only time this scientist was obsessed with money.

Seeing that Albert was so busy that he didn't seem to respond to Wolff's reminder that he could go to the Dark Continent for development, Randy was a little relieved.

He bowed his hands to everyone in the room and backed out.

After reporting to the chief about the process of persuading the three big bosses, Randy walked out of the headquarters, and couldn't wait to go back to the hospital, so he called Sanmao directly.

"What is the current situation of the demons? What is the situation of the Jewish scientists headed by Albert that I asked you to monitor?"

"According to reports from our intelligence personnel in the Mozu, as Dr. Chen's power has become more and more stable, his emotions have become more and more out of control, and he has begun to act arbitrarily. In the near future, he will attack the Jews he hates."

"Then we have to plan ahead.

You sort out a list of all valuable Jewish scientists, engineers, and senior technicians, persuade them one by one according to the list, and promise a high salary to invite them to the coastal province first. "

"Boss, many people are unable to leave their homeland."

"Hey, it will be much easier to do this if we win the world, now we can persuade as much as we can.

Also, monitor Albert's situation at all times. Once he encounters personal threats and tends to immigrate, he must notify me immediately, and I personally advise him. "

As soon as the phone was put away, Sartre and Picasso chased them out from the headquarters, "Haha, Randy, the commander agreed to our participation in the war and gave us guns. Let us follow you and protect Henry's medical team together."

Randy was very annoyed, and he knew without guessing that the chief let himself protect Henry while being responsible for the safety of these two big men.

After going around and around, I became a mercenary in charge of security again, and I still didn't charge money. At least Long Wuye gave more than 200 gold coins back then.

But Albert was finally persuaded to go back. Dr. Qian Bingqiong still studied with him and did not graduate. How could this unreliable teacher go to the battlefield?

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"There is a valley in Spain called Jarama,

People are missing it.

How many heroes have fallen at the foot of the mountain,

Yarama is full of flowers..."

There was a converted truck driving on the main road, and the driver was Picasso.

In the carriage, Randy was silently holding the epee, while Sartre was excitedly fiddling with the newly issued Tokarev pistol, taking aim from time to time.

Henry hugged a guitar and sang the Maple Leaf folk song, but the lyrics of this song were just filled in for Randy's Yaramar siege.

Two nurses sat in the back row, a slender Catalan nurse resting her chin on her hand, adoringly looking at the versatile Henry, and the other nurse was Miss Wu, staring at Randy intently.

The sound of guns rumbled in the distance, and there were fierce gunshots from time to time. In the sunset, the truck raised smoke and dust, carrying Henry's guitar sound, all the way forward.

The truck drove to the Yarama Valley, which Randy was familiar with, and the blocking battle here was still going on.

However, the blockers were replaced by the regular army of the Fifth Army, plus follow-up volunteers.

Although the battle was still fierce, at least there were more people, and they could take turns on the battlefield. It was much better than Randy's two columns guarding the mountain pass alone.

This time, there were 4 volunteers from all over the world. In the end, more than 2 were actually incorporated into the combat team. They were organized into seven brigades and 24 battalions. Most of them are still training, and some have already entered the battlefield. .

The rest who were not suitable for combat were incorporated into the logistics and ambulance teams, such as Picasso and Sartre.

There is already a field medical center here, which is doing debridement, bandaging, and simple operations. Those who need major operations such as amputation and thoracotomy will be sent to Madrid by the car waiting next to them.

"Dr. Henry is here, that's great. There are several seriously injured people who need blood transfusion immediately."

It was the nurse who acted first, pricked her finger, used a glass rod, compared the plasma, waited for 2 minutes, and the blood type was measured.

This is all done by the enchanting Catalan nurse. Sister Wu's task is to hold the wounded so that they don't move around due to pain, which is a breeze for a mid-level knight.

If the wounded is too strong, Sister Wu can also take out the holy torch, incarnate as a master boxer, and perform a great teleportation.

No matter how strong the wounded were, they would be taken down with one move.

Henry then began transfusions with stored blood.Henry was so excited to apply this technology in practice for the first time that he didn't even have time to respond to the little nurse's winks.

What Randy doesn't understand is boring.

Sartre was enthusiastically cleaning the gun there, as if hoping that an enemy would come and let him shoot twice to enjoy himself, while Picasso took out his drawing board and sketched there with a stick of charcoal.

Randy leaned over, wanting to have a look at the masterpieces of the master painters.At first glance, the messy lines, what are these?Randy said that he really doesn't understand art.

"Master, isn't the more similar the painting, the better?"

Picasso was very interested and didn't think there was anything wrong with Randy's question, after all he was a layman.

"What painting can be compared to a photo? Then we painters don't need to exist?
We play art, and the important thing is to let the audience see the passion and the emotions they want to express from the painting, as well as a momentary impression.

So, draw something that stands out, something exciting, not just like a photo. "

Randy still finds this kind of mess useless.

In fact, he, a bitch, thinks that art is useless, and the only artist he recognizes is the person who made "that song", which is not yet in this world.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like Randy, there are countless people in Spain and New Frankland who like it."

"Since there are so many people who like your paintings, why don't you paint this war, so that everyone can support the government of the republic, and those who are powerful will contribute, and those who have money will contribute money?"

"Huh? You're right, but it's a pity they won't let me go to the front line. Uh--yes.

When I came, I passed by Guernica, where the Condor Flying Legion of the Mozu had just bombed.

This is the first brutal bombing of civilians in an undefended city in human history. I want to draw the scene I saw and make it public. "

Well, exposing the cruelty of the enemy can inspire the common hatred of the people more than painting the bravery of one's own soldiers. It seems that painters can also do some serious things.

Picasso didn't know Randy's prejudice against painters, closed his eyes for a while, and began to write on the drawing board.

Randy poked his head over, and was about to see how the great painter was painting, when he suddenly heard the sound of gunfire in the valley to the south, and then a demon plane flew overhead.

Randy, who was already familiar with the rhythm here, knew that the rebels were about to start another large-scale attack, and the blood in his body immediately began to surge.

I'm not in the mood to look at any paintings, "You guys are watching here, there must be wounded in a big battle, I'll go up and have a look, and help memorize a few."

The field medical center was not too far from the front line, and Randy ran to the front line like flying.

He didn't dare to ride Xiaomei or step on the flying sword. He didn't want the target to be too obvious, and the enemy would set fire to him again and be admitted to the hospital.

When Randy ran to the trench, the blockade was just over. Sure enough, many wounded needed to be carried away. The ambulance team was a bit busy carrying stretchers.

"Randy!"

Who called me?When I looked up, I found someone I knew was holding his injured leg and humming.

His injury was not very serious, and the stretcher bearers ignored him, and he had been waiting here for several rounds without being numbered.

"Ruan Shenggong? Why did you come here?"

"Randy, goodbye to Yangcheng, long time no see.

Ruiyuan turned his back on the alliance, and our An Nanlong team in Yangcheng also ran away.

I went to Xin'an at that time, and was arrested by the people of the Fairy Federation there and wanted to be extradited back to Annan.

After being rescued, I went to Su's Federation, where volunteers from Spain were recruited, so I came now. "

Randy was afraid of damaging Ruan Shenggong's injured leg, so he supported Ruan Shenggong with both hands and walked back.

This guy knew Shao Shan back then in New Frank, and learned from Shao Shan, a great sage, to become a sage, but Randy had never met him.

Later, when Randy was teaching at the Changzhou Island Military Academy, he was also active in Yangcheng, spreading the dragon-slaying technique to Annan.

It was getting dark, Randy was walking, chatting with Ruan Shenggong about the situation after the farewell, did he meet an acquaintance here.

Regardless of whether it was dark or not, the enemy immediately launched a second attack. The planes did not come again, but the cannons still fired first.

Randy quickened his pace, and a shell suddenly crossed the position, roaring and exploding behind Randy.

Randy hugged the wounded and retreated, forming a very classic silhouette in the flames of the explosion.

Randy felt a chill behind his back, he paid attention flawlessly, and quickly ran back to the infirmary with his comrades in his arms.

Saving Ruan Shenggong was just an episode, and Randy turned around and rushed to the front line.

When he carried the fifth wounded back in the hail of bullets, Henry announced that the blood transfusion here was over, and there was no need for it for the time being, and he would drive to another frontline position that needed blood transfusion.

The night was dark, and the Spanish moon was as round as Bactria's.

The truck left the valley full of flowers in the gunpowder smoke, and drove carefully in the night.

Henry didn't look tired at all, picked up the guitar, and played a ditty adapted from the Maple Leaf folk song "Red River Valley".

"The International Brigades remain in Yaramar,

Defend a free Spain.

They swore to stand by the hillside,
Kill the **** dogs and jackals..."

This truck, which brought hope of life to the seriously wounded, drove to another war-torn front line with the stars and the moon.

(End of this chapter)