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Chapter 249 International Brigades Volunteers

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"Well, gentlemen, you are all great internationalist fighters. Perhaps for some of you, joining the International Brigades Volunteer Battalion is just a way to seek thrills."

"But I must tell you, war is not child's play. We must all be prepared. Gentlemen, since you have chosen to come here and the orders have been given, then carry them out!"

In Naples, a group of young men and women of different races and ages, mostly around thirty years old, stood in a line. Unlike the soldiers of various countries in neat uniforms standing beside them, they were true volunteers, ranging from workers and cooks to students. They came from the Principality of Railways, from Amelia, from the Republic of Finland, from the East, and from the West. Together, they formed the Roman International Brigade Volunteer Battalion.

Most of them had heard about the darkness under the church's rule, and some already harbored deep hatred for the church. When radio and newspapers reached them, they drove and sailed to the nearest International Brigades registration point, and then were transported to Naples by transfer ships.

The Amerlane Marines, responsible for operational logistics, issued them Carcano rifles, which were inferior to those used by the Amerlane troops, but sufficient for them.

Each person had a rifle, and the equipment and ammunition were slung over a variety of clothing. Most people did not receive uniforms, similar to the Roman People's Army. However, weapons and ammunition were plentiful, and equipment was also sufficient. The M660 automatic rifle carrying gear currently in service at Amerlane, which was a copy of the Type 56 breastplate, was not suitable for the current International Brigades Volunteer Battalion. Therefore, most of them used the old-fashioned canvas rifle gear, along with boat-shaped caps and military caps with five insignia, as well as helmets.

Their flag, with its red, yellow, and purple colors and a triangular star in the center, is hailed as representing "the true composition of an international brigade."

This unit had no other attachments, but some surplus Maxim machine guns were transferred to them through the arms management office, along with a few RPG-2 anti-tank rocket launchers. That was all their heavy firepower.

Even so, the volunteer battalion still went to the battlefield. Unlike the Amerlani army, which was responsible for attacking southwards, their mission was to build a defensive line in the north and protect Napoli.

"We were born in a distant homeland! Only hatred remains in our hearts."

"But we have not lost our homeland; our homeland is Napoli today!"

"But we have not lost our homeland; our homeland is Napoli today!"

"The Napoli brothers, who held their ground on the barricades, were all peasants and proletarians!"

"Forward, soldiers of the International Brigades!"

"The banner of unity must be raised high!"

"Forward, soldiers of the International Brigades!"

"The banner of unity must be raised high!"

The people of Naples watched this unusual procession, their faces radiant with youth. The procession wasn't perfectly orderly. One Naplesman looked at a few young men in the procession, their faces beaming with smiles. The young warriors chatted amongst themselves, waving to the locals on both sides of the road and greeting them with their respective customs.

"Which country's army are you from?"

"Madam, we are not from any particular country. We come from different countries; we are an international brigade!"

"International Brigade?"

A Napoli girl was questioning a young man in the group. The young man looked tall and strong, with pointed ears and a pair of intelligent black eyes beneath his golden hair.

“I come from the East, madam.”

The Eastern elf nodded. He was tall, yet exuded an air of refined elegance.

"Why did you come here? Does this war have anything to do with you?"

"Of course, theoretically it's not possible, young lady, but I've seen your miserable situation under the Church's rule, and I can't stand by and watch it continue. Fortunately, I'm not the only one who thinks this way!"

What did you do before?

"I used to be a teacher, but later I became a librarian."

"Madam, we are fighting not only for you, but also for a new world, a better world. When I was young, my parents taught me about the proper order of ruler and subject, father and son. But as I grew up, the proper order of ruler and subject disappeared, but nations, rulers, exploiters and the exploited are everywhere. Nations wage war against each other and are hostile to one another, and the oppression of the poor by those who control the wealth is everywhere..."

"I have read many books, including the works of Mr. Carl, the works of President Alice, and the works of various historical figures. Gradually, I have come to the answer in my heart. Madam, perhaps the class system has never been a given. Perhaps we, who live on the same island of the world, are all one. I have fantasized about a world without oppression and war, just like girls fantasize about being princesses."

"But this world doesn't exist yet. However, we are still young, and perhaps we can. I've talked to many people in the International Brigades, and we are all the same. My country once fought against another country that was also made up of elves, against the desert people, and against the dwarves, but now I find that we are all the same."

"Are you familiar with Mr. Karl's works? And the works of several other great gentlemen who proposed an egalitarian world, without nations, emperors, gods, masters, or capitalists, where everyone is equal, both in wealth and in dignity."

"We will strive for that world, madam. Here, take this, and I hope you will too."

The girl watched the strong librarian carrying a gun, heading towards the battlefield. She left behind a small red book and patted him on the shoulder.

“Miss, it’s time to go. We can’t stay here any longer. Your father has already prepared a ship to Amelia.”

"I understand, butler... Do you know which unit it was? They just passed by."

The butler glanced at the flag: "They're just some ignorant and reckless young people and some thrill-seeking idlers who come to the battlefield for excitement... Miss, please don't have any illusions about them."

As the girl watched the International Brigades depart, her heart pounded faster than ever before, but she nodded, suppressing her admiration.

The girl touched the book in her hand; it was a small book titled "The Proletarian Manifesto." She carefully put it away and watched the International Brigades depart.

The young librarian, of course, had no idea what kind of ripples his passionate and idealistic words would cause. Half of his heart was filled with excitement, and the other half with fervor. His young mind and body were about to be thrown into this battle.