Battle of the Third Reich
Vol 6 Chapter 129: Inquiry (two hundred monthly pass plus more)
"Your name..." Jurgen spoke indifferently, breaking the silence in the interrogation room.
"Ah?" Henderson trembled, looking at the German sitting opposite with horror. Through the British media propaganda, the image of the Black Guard has long been popular among people and is regarded as a symbol of Nazi violence and evil.
"Your name, I won't ask you a third time." Jurgen tapped the table gently with his fingers, and then Sergeant Ludwig picked up a wire twisted from the table on the side of the torture tool. Horsewhip.
"Rajt! Rajt Henderson. I'm a lieutenant of the Royal Air Force. The military number is 4204." Henderson reacted and quickly confessed his identity with a loud voice.
But the evil SS officer on the opposite side was obviously not satisfied, and the fierce lash still fell on Hudson's shoulder. The cotton robe was immediately torn open, and a few bright blood beads soon penetrated from the swollen scar surface. Hudson screamed awfully. This was the first time he had been whipped in adulthood. Some unforgettable memories were awakened from his mind. The fat body of the Air Force Lieutenant shuddered and curled up in a chair.
"I don't want to do this to you, second lieutenant, because I found that you are a smart man, I like to deal with smart people, because they know how to please me." Jurgen stood up, holding his coffee slowly Walked in front of Henderson.
"But you make me very unhappy. If I'm not happy, you have to be punished." The Colonel of the SS finished his sip of coffee, and Sergeant Ludwig raised his hands again.
There was another cry of screaming, Hudson's sore tears were flowing, he was not not beaten, but never thought that whipping would cause such pain.
"Don't fight, don't fight, I will say everything, sir, I will tell you what you want to know." Hudson struggled and shouted.
"Shut up! You can speak when I let you speak!" Jurgen said indifferently.
So it was another fierce whipping. Hudson was completely speechless with pain. His wide-eyed eyes twitched on the chair, and his hands and feet were clasped on the chair. He had nowhere to dodge. Ha Desen has a deep understanding of what is Renrenyu meat, and is talking about his current situation.
"Look, how fast he learned. I said this is a smart man." Jurgen said to Ludwig with a smile, and the Sergeant Major turned around and put the whip back on the torture table.
"Now, you can tell me your name, I mean your real name." Jurgen lifted his head and drank his coffee, throwing his cup to the service soldier standing against the wall, the other side raised his hand neatly Took the coffee cup, then picked up the coffee pot on the table and gave it another drink.
"I don't understand what you mean, sir, my name is Rajette Hudson, Royal Air Force Lieutenant." Hudson mourned, making an innocent expression.
"It seems that I was wrong. He is clearly not smart enough, Ludwig." Jurgen took a step back, and the SS chief sergeant roared with a smile and picked up an iron hammer from the torture table.
"Wait, wait, don't you don't have to be like this" Hudson howled easily.
Ludwig held his right leg desperately trying to retract and raised the hammer in his hand.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhow a Captain Raffles this time began to learn howling.
"You still have eight toes, enough for you to answer four more times." Jurgen took the coffee from the serviceman.
"We have transferred Rajette Hudson's file, so stop trying to be smart, you don't have this capital in front of us." Jurgen said with a sneer.
"Now that you all know it, why would you ask me, just to torture me?" Hudson stared at Juergen with blood-red eyes. The resentment in his eyes almost overflowed to the ground, but he couldn't let this The SS Major shakes his eyelashes.
"The answer is wrong," Jurgen said coldly.
Sergeant Ludwig raised the hammer again, and Hudson's transfiguration wailed again in the interrogation room.
"You still have six toes. When the toes are used up, we will change our fingers. I guarantee that this game can be played for a long time." Jurgen took a sip of fragrant coffee.
"I don’t know why you are so stubborn. In fact, you don’t really need to suffer this kind of pain. I said that you are a smart person, because it is impossible for a fool to be promoted from an ordinary noncommissioned officer to an air force lieutenant. You must pay for it. More hard work than colleagues, after all, you are not a pure English." Jurgen slowly paced and turned behind Hudson.
"Don't rush to refute, don't forget that you only have six toes now. Let me guess your true identity, this so-called Hutson Lieutenant." Jurgen reached out and held Hudson's head.
"Although your skin color is very light, and your face is close to European race. It happened that I happened to study anthropology for a while. Although I can't be an expert, I think I'm more expert than the officers of the British Recruitment Office." Jurgen 'S palm moved to Hudson's back.
"You are a mixed race, but not the first generation of British and Indian hybrids. Your bloodline is much more complicated. Look at the shape of your skull, then look at your forehead, the color of your pupils, and your nose and lips." Jurgen Grabbing Hudson's hair, turned his face to himself.
"Enough, please don't say it, sir, I admit that I am a counterfeiter." The grudge in Hudson's eyes has turned into pleading. This SS major is terrible. He is really afraid to speak from the other side. That word comes.
"You are a Dalit!" Jurgen shouted loudly, and then he found the desired answer from the other person's frightened eyes.
"God, are you a Dalit?" Jurgen himself was taken aback by this result. He just wanted to swindle the other's caste, but he didn't expect to say what he said.
"Hello, what is Dalit?" an executioner whispered to the companion beside him.
"Untouchables in India."
"Like a gypsy?"
"Worse than that."
"Now tell me your real name, you will not abandon the name given to you by your parents." Jergen grabbed Hudson's jaw as his men whispered.
"Lamu, my name is Lamu. But this name is not a blessing from my parents to my son, but a curse they left me!" Hudson should now call him Lamu, almost roaring and yelling at Jurgen After suffering torture and psychological stimulation, his spirit is close to collapse.
"I think I understand what happened." Jurgen's finger released Lamu's neck.
"You will not understand, Major, my father is an illegitimate child born by a British seaman and an Indian woman. With a Western face, he did a decent job at a cinema in Mumbai, and he actually seduce a The high caste girl, and also deceived her to elope with herself, and finally my mother gave birth to me in Karachi." Hudson's eyes cried out to Rogen with tears in his eyes.
"It's a tragic story, Mr. Lamu, what is your name?" Jurgen raised his head and waved at the serviceman, and then threw the cup over.
"Without a name, I grew up with only one surname. Everyone called me Lamu, an abandoned illegitimate child, a humble pariah." Lamu leaned his head on the back of his chair, his voice filled with despair.
"How did you get Rajette Hudson's identity document." Jurgen decided to take advantage of the downturn in the other party and get everything clear at once.
"You want to know the ins and outs of the whole thing, major." Lamu looked up at Jurgen.
"Look, we have made a good start, Mr. Lamu, why not continue like this, let us put this matter to an end as soon as possible, I guarantee you can get good treatment here and will not suffer anymore Hurt." Jurgen advised.
"You mean this?" Lamu raised his **** right foot.
"This is a small lesson, Mr. Lamu. After all, your toes are still on your feet. This can also remind you not to be too intrusive, because my patience is limited." Jurgen said with a sinking face .
"I understand, Mr. Major, I will tell you everything, but you also have to promise me a request." Lamu answered quickly.
"It depends on whether the thing you confessed is worth it. To be honest, I don't think you have the conditions to bargain with us." Jurgen turned his back to Lamu.
"I want to get asylum from the German government. If you agree to my request, I will tell you everything I know. I swear you will be interested in it. It involves a huge conspiracy." Lamu Yang With his head, his eyes were fixed on Jurgen's eyes.
"You are indeed a wise man, Mr. Lamu." Jurgen's mouth curled up and a gentle smile appeared.
ps: The author said that he would do it, and the Jiagen chapter would serve.
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