Battle of the Third Reich

With the end of the European War, trade in Southeast Asia began to become more frequent. Europe needed to obtain the raw materials and funds needed to rebuild its homeland from the colonies, and at the same time dump the goods accumulated in the previous six months to the Asian market. ≧

Haiphong Port, as one of the most important ports in the current trade with China, has experienced prosperity that has not been seen in the past decades. Goods ashore from Haiphong can be directly imported into mainland China through the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway, and the power currently owned by French Indochina can ensure that this trade will not be interfered by any external forces unless such interference comes from France.

"It's an appetizing guy." Major Francois covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and bent down to uncover the sheets covering the body.

"We can't determine the exact time of death of the deceased at the moment, but looking at the degree of decay of the body, I judge it will not be less than three days, Major." Inspector Fogel of the Haiphong Port Police Station reported on the side.

The colonial police officer wore a khaki short-sleeved uniform with a chrome-plated police armband and white accents. He wore the same color tropical shorts, black stockings on two slender legs, and a pair of brown short leather shoes on his feet. .

"Then you can determine the specific cause of death?" Major Francois re-covered the sheets with the face of the corpse, he asked with his waist straight.

"According to the evidence currently available, it should be due to hunger and dehydration. We have found a lot of chiselling traces underneath. This person has struggled for a long time to survive." Inspector Fregeel clipped his tropical helmet Under the ribs, a booklet was pulled out of the chest pocket.

"The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. The gendarmerie said that it matches the confessions of the Japanese. This is the name I just copied from the identity document hidden in the deceased’s carry-on luggage. Well, probably, the Japanese text is really Hard to write."

"Well, I don't need to show it to me. Now it's a matter for the Gendarmerie Command, and the case has been handled by them." Major Francois took out the cigarette case from his pocket and took out one to the police officer.

"Are you going in to see the scene?" The officer pulled out the lighter and lit a cigarette for Francois.

"No, I have seen enough." Major Francois spit out a cigarette.

There was a rotten corpse smell everywhere in the outdoor air, and one can imagine what a terrible situation would be inside the warehouse. Annan is about to enter the annual rainy season. During this time, the temperature becomes abnormally hot and humid. Three days is enough to let the decay of the dead body flow across the face.

"I heard that you were directly involved in this matter. If you make it this way, you won't be in trouble." Inspector Faguell and Major Francois have a good personal relationship. Because of overlapping jurisdictions, they often do it on weekdays. There is intercourse.

"It has nothing to do with me, because there were too many suspicious people detained some time ago. As a result, the military police forgot the Japanese, and it had been three days since the trial. However, at that time, they still wanted to try to hide here. Everything. This man was actually killed by his own compatriots. It was a sad pity." Major Francois threw the cigarette **** on the ground, and then stepped on it to crush it.

"That said, you might get a prize." Inspector Fogel said with a smile.

"I don't know, maybe, now this has become a spy case. It depends on how these guys' reports are written." The major army officer said, leaning his head to the side, indicating to the inspector that the busy France was behind him. military police.

"They found weapons and ammunition and some propaganda materials, and it is certain that the Japanese wanted to incite a rebellion among the Annans." Vogel flew the cigarette **** in his hand.

"This guy was sent by the Japanese government to contact these people. It happened to be a big search in Minato, and it was estimated that he hid in that basement at that time. I went to the scene to look at it. The Japanese spent a lot of money to cover up the exit. Mindful, I put a desk on it after closing the top cover. I tried it with a few subordinates, and one person couldn’t move at all. I also found out that the port office had cut off the warehouse five days ago. It can be imagined how hard this person is in the dark and sultry hole in the last days." The inspector finished with a tropical helmet and straightened the waistband.

"Okay, major, I'm going to close the team. If you have time next time, come out and have two drinks together." Faguell salutes Francois.

"How about Wednesday, I have time at night." Francois smiled back and then shook hands with each other to say goodbye.

"What are the French people doing over the harbour?" Captain Robin sat in the folding chair, flipping the meat on the oven with a grill fork.

"Really? It's not very clear. It doesn't matter to us anyway." Lieutenant Igor opened the magazine covering his face and looked in the direction of the port, then lay back to his original position.

"Speaking of it, how long do we have to stay here. Carl, you are more familiar with the headquarters staff, have you heard anything." Captain Robin picked up a metal can from the folding table and carefully spread it on the barbecue With special spices.

"Let us continue to stand by, there is no new news. However, our crew also needs time to rest. It is different from the local area. There is no personnel to replace. The continuous cruise in the previous period is very expensive, whether it is a harsh for machinery or personnel Hone." Captain Karl Heinke of u1001 leaned on the rail of the ship’s side, holding a long fishing rod in his hand.

"Or you young people are energetic, I can't compare." Major William interjected with a smile.

The captain, like several officers, was now wearing a cream-colored shirt and his arms wide open, revealing thick chest hair and a huge beer belly, lying on the folding chair with satisfaction. The serviceman on the Grouse was beside the beverage car beside him, busy arranging lemon soda for these officers.

It has been almost a week since the German submarine formation came to Haiphong Port. So far, only when doing engine maintenance, the berth has been slightly moved. At other times, it has been quietly docked on both sides of the submarine supply ship Grouse.

After a long ocean voyage, the appearance and departure time of U1001 has changed dramatically. To suit the environment in Asia, she and U106 changed to gray-green camouflage paint. This is a proposal made by the French colonial navy. They believe that when the submarine enters the lush vegetation of the Asian coast, the unmanned harbor or the dense cobweb-like river channel, this color is easier to integrate into the surrounding environment.

After finishing the painting work, the crew members got a chance to go to bed and rest, and while the subordinates rushed into the Haiphong City, the officers of the three ships found an opportunity to gather together and connect with each other when they are in contact. Exchange information.

"Speaking of it, my dear, your retirement plan has failed again." Robin forks the roasted meat into the large iron plate on the side, and the side soldiers divide the barbecue into small dishes and deliver them to the officers In hand.

"They want me to continue to serve for three years, and I'm ready to be promoted to the first rank." Major William looks embarrassed, but Robin can see that the old captain is filled with pride.

"That's great. We'll call you Lieutenant Colonel in the future." Captain Heinke put away the hook and took a new bait.

"You young people have more opportunities. Maybe I'll call you sir after a while." Old William was very helpful. He picked up the cigarette case on the table and scattered cigarettes to the surrounding officers.

"Have you received the notice? There will be three more vii-type submarines to arrive here in the next two days. The numbers are u50, u53 and u56." Major William asked.

"This guy from Mannerheim is here too? There's a lot of excitement here." Igor opened the magazine covering his face and took a plate of roasted meat from the serviceman.

"This is the main group of combat boats. What is the headquarters doing? I don't believe they transferred these submarines to get the sun."

"Think beautiful, we have been here for almost a week, how many times have you seen the sun."

"When I sailed, I remember that U52 had a record of 70,000 tons."

"I'm afraid it's more than that now. Captain Sherman is a master."

"What is the captain of u50, the thin tall man."

"Then you must admit the wrong person. I remember it was a big man with a round face. I had drunk with him in Rostock, what was the name...and it was called Max, Captain Max Paul." Several Navy The officer began to talk eloquently.

"Hey, look, what is that?" Captain Heineck, who was determined to be a quiet beautiful man on the side, suddenly shouted loudly in the air.

The officers quickly turned their heads, only to find that in the direction of the captain's finger, a huge plane was slowly descending towards the port.

Although they are far apart, the huge size still makes all witnesses feel a deep sense of oppression. At this moment, the patrol boat and the port tugboat shuttled back and forth in the port all sounded the whistle and the alarm. The whistling of the sound began to reverberate over the entire port area.

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