Battle of the Third Reich

At that moment, Lamu felt that the whole world had collapsed. At first, he tried to refuse to believe this fact, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, because he knew that the Indian police often made mistakes, maybe they regarded other people as Rajt. It is not impossible.

But then he received a call from the newspaper office, and the other party confirmed the police news, because another reporter in the newspaper office was also on the scene at the time of the accident, and he witnessed the process of the tragedy.

Rajt actually completed the work of the newspaper the day before, and was originally scheduled to take the yesterday's train from Karachi to Hyderabad. At that time, the Indian railway system was all managed by the British, strictly operating according to the scheduled timetable, and there were very few mistakes. But this time there was a problem. The train from Karachi to Hyderabad was canceled that day. The next train will not depart until midnight the next day.

Rajette actually had another option at the time, which was to take a local long-distance bus, but Rajette had serious motion sickness problems, bumping in the thick curry smell for seven or eight hours, and it made him shudder. So he could only stay in Karachi, waiting to take the train at midnight the next day.

The next afternoon, while wandering on the street, Rajette met a newspaper colleague who was also stuck in Karachi. At the strong invitation of the other party, the two went to a famous Turkish restaurant in Karachi for dinner. Perhaps Rajette I never dreamed that this would be his last supper.

Rajt didn't like to drink alcohol at ordinary times, and that day, with the encouragement of that colleague, he made an exception to drink a glass of vermouth.

This is a prestigious potent distilled spirit that dates back to the ancient Greek era. The main raw material is absinthe. At the same time, spices and herbs such as fennel and clove are added according to local flavors. The ancient Greeks believed that this wine could cure hepatitis, because after drinking it has a certain tranquilizing and analgesic effect, this wine has been used as a medicine from the Roman era until the middle ages.

In the early twentieth century, cinchona bark was added to the material of this wine. The French Army once used it as a drug against malaria and distributed it to soldiers in the trenches of World War I. Because absinthe has a special herbal scent, in the early twentieth century, this wine had countless fans all over the world, many of which were world celebrities.

Absinthe was once extremely popular in Europe and America, and even threatened the market share of wine. So the major wine merchants united and began to siege absinthe. They claim that the herbs in absinthe can cause hallucinations and seriously harm the health of the human body. The wine also contains some slight toxicity, which will cause death if overdose. Among thousands of absinthe lovers, there are always a few cases of health problems caused by excessive drinking, but these special cases are regarded as "iron evidence" by the merchants. After being promoted by a group of bought experts, from Switzerland began all the way to the United States, and countries around the world have imposed bans on this wine.

However, the Indian colony did not prohibit the sale of this kind of spirits, because the hot Indian Peninsula malaria raged, vermouth really has a good control effect.

The alcohol content of this wine reaches 45 degrees, which is not much for Europeans who are used to drinking spirits, but Rajt usually only drinks some wine at most, and has never tried such a degree of spirits. As a result, after two cups, Rajette got a little bit up.

Insisting that after dinner with colleagues, Rajt wanted to go back to the hotel to lie down and then go to the train that dared to midnight. Just when they left the hotel, the colleague suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom. The colleague asked Rajette to wait for him at the door of the restaurant first, then turned back and sent him back to the hotel. At this time, Rajt's alcoholic taste was a little overwhelming, and he also wanted to go outside to take a breath of fresh air, so he agreed with his colleagues' request.

While Rajt was waiting by the sidewalk, a black car drove from the intersection quickly. I didn’t know what happened to the driver. The car suddenly crossed the middle lane and pulled straight across the road. Jeter rushed over. The poor young man had lost his ability to react because of the effect of alcohol. He stood silly and looked at the oncoming car, as if he had not yet figured out what had happened. Just in front of everyone's eyes, Rajette was hit by the car, and then a two-ton multi-body body was run over from the young reporter. Eventually, the car hit the outer wall of the hotel. The force was so violent that the front of the car broke through the brick wall and rushed into the hotel. When Rajette was killed, the colleague just came out of the bathroom. He witnessed the tragedy through the glass door of the hotel.

Ramu had forgotten how he got to Karachi. When he began to remember, he was standing in the morgue of the Karachi police station, facing the broken remains of his best friend. Because of the wheel rolling and the scratching of the chassis, Rajette's body was completely unrecognizable, but Ramu could recognize the familiar face of his friend from the bruised round face at a glance.

Lamu didn't cry, he didn't even shed a tear, so he stood silently in front of Rajet's body, staring at the slightly opened eyes of his best friend. Lamu stayed in the morgue for an hour, until the impatient administrator forced him to leave. He left Rajt's eyes closed before leaving, and said goodbye to his best friend with Hindu etiquette.

Two days later, Lamu took Rajet’s body from the morgue, when he drove a truck that he didn’t know where to get, and left Karachi with the coffin containing the dead Rajt’s body.

For the next full year, Lamu almost disappeared. He did not return to the spice shop to work, nor did he go to the colonel’s house. Only the landlord who rents out the apartment will receive a letter from the field every month. The place of sending often changes, but the contents of the envelope are unchanged. That is half a hundred issued by the Reserve Bank of India. The rupee banknotes will receive another half of the next month, which is exactly the two-month rent of the room they rented in Ramu. This is the only proof that the half-breed is still alive. (This was the popular mailing method in India at that time. When Indians had to mail paper money, they would first send half of the bills, and wait for the other half to send the other half. This is an effective way to prevent theft from being stolen. )

One day a year later, a young, well-dressed gentleman came to the apartment. It took a while for the landlord to recognize this person as Lamu. The poor boy seemed to have made a fortune outside.

Lamu didn’t make much acquaintance with the attentive landlord. He just thanked the landlord because he kept their room during this period. Later Lamu said that he decided not to renew the lease. Take away the items left in the room because he will move to a state to the north to live.

Lamu bought a second-hand box truck locally and removed all the personal belongings in the room, most of which were relics of the Hudsons. This was the last time he appeared in Hyderabad. Since then, no one knows of Lamu's news, and this mixed-race has disappeared into the world.

About half a year later, at the Royal Air Force Recruitment Office in Mumbai, a chubby British youth submitted an application form, with the name in the name column as Rajt Hudson, now 25 years old, Noble citizens of the British Empire.

He carried a high school diploma and a full set of identification documents issued by the colonial government. He also produced a letter of recommendation handwritten by Mr. Fox, a retired British Army colonel.

The officer of the Recruitment Office did not doubt the identity of this young man at all. This face has British origin at a glance. Although the photo on the identity card and the identity document are slightly different, the photo looks like it was taken a few years ago, and only one person is needed. If you gain weight, your face will naturally change. I would like to mention here that most European ID documents did not have photos on them at that time, and most of them just pressed a few fingerprints and knocked on the official seal of a management department.

Recruitment conditions for British colonial forces have always been relatively relaxed, because the service location is far away from the mainland, and no tedious screening work is required. The identity resume of this Mr. Rajette Hudson looks flawless, so after passing the basic medical examination, he became a glorious RAF soldier.

Hudson worked very hard in the army and was quickly favored by his superiors. He was promoted to corporal six months later and managed a logistics team.

In the eyes of the boss, Rajette Hudson is a qualified soldier, and he is flexible and expensive. He always has a way to get some rare goods from the outside, and he is very good at socializing. Almost every one in the base The officers have benefited from him.

Hudson’s rank began to rise steadily. It took him only five years to upgrade from an ordinary non-commissioned officer to a lieutenant of the Royal Air Force. Although it was only a temporary wartime rank, he became a member of the officer class.

"To be honest, this really opened my eyes, Major Randolph." Jurgen put down the report.

"Where did he go then?" Randolph asked with a frown.

"Sorry, Lieutenant Colonel, I don't quite understand your question." Jurgen raised his eyebrows.

"After taking the friend's body out of the police station, where did this Lamu go?" Randolph looked puzzled.

"That's what I'm going to talk about next, Lieutenant Colonel, please be patient and listen to me." Jurgen smiled and bowed to Randolph.

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