Reborn as a police officer in South Africa

Before the outbreak of the world war, Maria was a second-year medical student in Johannesburg.

After the outbreak of the world war, the Johannesburg Medical College organized teachers and students to join the army and come to Europe to fight. Maria grew up rapidly from a novice doctor who had just been exposed to surgery. In just over a year, Maria has become a qualified surgeon.

Surgeon, and was awarded the Medal of Valor for fifty-seven consecutive successful surgeries during the Battle of the Dardanelles.

In fact, Channel 58 was not a failure, but the wounded soldiers were sent to the hospital too late, and the injured limbs had become necrotic and had to be amputated. This was not Maria's responsibility, and the injured soldiers after the amputation did not blame Mary.

Ya.

Maria originally had only two assistants, but the war was far away from Constantinople. Maria's work was not onerous. The arrival of more than 20 girls provided Maria with more possibilities, girls who could speak English.

Called Guxin, which means autumn, she quickly stood out from all the girls.

"Gu Xin should be a descendant of a noble family. She has received a good education. She is fluent in English and French. She is a quick learner. She has recently learned some hand massage from me. Do you want her to come over and give you a massage?" Maria

Every day after dinner, I would come to Ruiz to chat with a cup of coffee. Neither of them is married. They are both from Los Angeles, both of Chinese descent, and both are second-generation immigrants from southern Africa. Their families have farms in Rhodesia.

Both were educated in southern Africa and have a lot in common.

"Forget it, if you are willing to press it for me, it's more like that-" Ruiz was straightforward and did not hide his admiration for Maria.

Maria is the goddess of all officers and soldiers. Although in terms of appearance alone, Maria is not the most beautiful of all girls, but when Maria puts on the white uniform and picks up the scalpel, her temperament from the inside out immediately changes.

Fascinating.

"Dream!" Maria dismissed it, but with a smile in the corner of her eyes. Ruiz became a famous figure on the Belgian battlefield because of "ball matters". Many captured German officers and soldiers expressed their willingness to play with Ruiz again.

Field ball.

In the football match on Christmas Day, there was no winner between the expeditionary force and the German army.

"Mr. Captain, some Russians are coming outside -" the voice of the sentry came from the top of the building. The castle is so convenient, standing on the top of the building and shouting can be heard throughout the castle.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back when I go -" Ruiz didn't forget to say hello to Maria when he picked up his hat and went out.

Starting last month, the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force has been gradually handing over the Balkans to the Russians as part of maintaining the Allied alliance.

At the gate of the castle, a dozen Russian Empire officers and soldiers were confronting Ruiz's men. Both sides were a little excited. The Russian Empire officers and soldiers asked the 11th Division officers and soldiers to evacuate the castle. It is said that a certain general took a fancy to this castle and wanted to

Treat this castle as your temporary official residence.

Ruiz's men were even more excited. The entire Balkan Peninsula was conquered by the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force. Now, in order to stimulate the Russian Empire to continue fighting, the handover to the Russian Empire originally made many expeditionary officers and soldiers feel uncomfortable. The expeditionary force was in Bosporu

Retaining part of the garrison in the Sri Lanka Strait to maintain the waterway is also part of the agreement, so don't push too far.

Although they were agitated, both parties were still somewhat rational, but they just made a fuss and did not take action.

When Ruiz walked out of the suspension bridge, he looked back at the machine gun post on the roof. Two heavy machine guns equipped with tripods were waiting. This is probably the real reason why the Russians did not dare to take action.

"Mr. Captain, good evening -" the leading Russian Imperial lieutenant was very polite. After all, the kings of the two countries are cousins. Regardless of the intrigues behind the scenes, brothers and sisters still need to be respectful on the stage.

"Hello, Mr. Captain, I am Ruiz from the 2nd Infantry Regiment of Los Angeles, 11th Division of the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force. Nice to meet you -" Ruiz announced as soon as he came up. Even if there is a fight later, he must know

Who is the opponent?

"Hello Captain Ruiz, I am Turgenev from the 49th Division of the 11th Group Army. Your station does not seem to be here -" Turgenev did not want to conflict with Ruiz. Russians have clear feelings about love and hate.

The 11th Army attacked Constantinople for a month and failed to capture Constantinople with a loss of 300,000 men. The Mediterranean Expeditionary Force, with less than 150,000 men, took just one week to capture Constantinople.

, although the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force is suspected of taking advantage. Before launching the attack, the Constantinople garrison suffered heavy casualties due to the attack of the 11th Army of the Russian Empire. However, the soldiers still speak with their records. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

"Captain Turgenev, why don't you come in and have a drink? I've prepared vodka produced in southern Africa for you -" Ruiz doesn't quarrel. If there's anything that can't be solved with just one drink, then just do it with two.

It's useless for Russians to quarrel. Only by killing them at the wine table can they be convinced.

"Only the vodka produced in Russia is the real vodka -" Turgenev was still correcting, but his legs followed Ruiz towards the castle honestly.

"Come on, come on, try our goulash, our national dish -" Ruiz called to Turgenev's men.

"You're talking nonsense, beef stew with potatoes is also our national dish!" Turgenev was obviously angrier than before, saying that these officers and soldiers of the Russian Empire had not eaten beef stew with potatoes for a long time.

In the hall on the first floor of the castle, two long dining tables can seat forty or fifty people side by side. When the soldiers of the 11th Division entered the door, they leaned their rifles on the gun racks at the entrance of the castle. Turgenev's men were not to be outdone.

Some people are still secretly loosening their belts and are already ready to feast.

What a simple and cute furry bear.

Dozens of bottles of vodka are lined up on the long dining table, and there is one bottle on each seat. Vodka produced in southern Africa, each bottle is 750 ml, which is about a pound and a half. This is not watered down, a real 60

Spend.

Because it was already past dinner time, the potato and beef stew had not been served yet, but the expeditionary army was definitely not short of food. The reserves in this area had always been sufficient, and the various cans were already attractive enough, plus Constantine

It was not easy for the generals of the Russian Empire to enjoy such a sumptuous dinner with caviar produced locally.

"Come on, come on, please take a seat. We will be neighbors from now on. In our Chinese saying, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We must help each other, just like we do on the battlefield." Ruiz called everyone to take a seat and took the initiative to open the door.

Pour the vodka for Turgenev.

"Without our 11th Army, you wouldn't have been able to capture Constantinople so easily -" Turgenev was really aggrieved, or in other words, everyone in the 11th Army was aggrieved. The Mediterranean Expeditionary Force would now move the Balkans

The peninsula was handed over to the Russian Empire. It seemed that the Russian Empire was taking advantage of it, but the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force was also taking advantage of it when it captured Constantinople.

The victor is not blamed, so the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force is justice.

"We have not denied the role of your 11th Army, but this cannot change the fact." Ruiz didn't talk nonsense. He picked up the cup and raised his head to gulp gulp gulp.

Russians may be a bit clumsy when quarreling, but how can they admit defeat when drinking!

Turgenev even forgot to argue, and even picked up the cup and drank too much.

This person has a big mouth.

At this time, the fat cook finally appeared with a large pot full of potatoes and beef stew. Seeing Ruiz and Turgenev drinking from cups, the fat cook smiled evilly.

"What are you looking at?" Turgenev's eyes had begun to turn red.

"Is this what you use?" The fat cook looked disdainful.

It was already amazing to use this. Ruiz drank a full glass of vodka and his eyes started to straighten.

The fat cook didn't talk nonsense. He picked up a bottle of vodka without even using a cup, unscrewed the lid and started tossing.

This was simply too exciting. Not to be outdone, Turgenev picked up the wine bottle in front of him and started ton-toning.

Although both are equally bold, Turgenev is much slower in terms of speed.

The fat cook was so annoying, he drank a bottle in one go and applauded Turgenev.

Here Tommy poured Ruiz another drink, and Ruiz looked at Tommy with horrified eyes.

Tommy rolled his eyes covertly.

Ruiz looked up.

Maria stood behind the railing on the second floor and smiled.

Ruiz immediately raised his glass and drank it in his mouth, only to realize that it was actually sweet.

glucose!

Turgenev drank real vodka.

After finishing the bottle, Turgenev was already shaking.

"Good drinker! Let's have another one!" The fat cook opened another bottle in his hand at some point.

Turgenev was in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and stared.

It was indeed just opened.

The fat cook was very open-minded, holding the bottle and pretending: "Would you like to take a few bites first?"

eat?

Turgenev didn't want to eat goulash, especially people.

The fat cook didn't talk nonsense. The wine bottle was pumped out again and again, without slowing down at all, just like drinking water.

"Mr. Captain——" Turgenev's men couldn't stand it anymore.

"Shut up! Open it for me!" Turgenev was desperate, slapping the table and shouting, his eyes red and frightening.

The bottle hasn't been opened yet, but Fat Chef has finished the second bottle.

Turgenev lost his grace at this time, snatched the bottle and smelled it, and then became completely desperate.

It's really vodka.

This night, Turgenev and his men were defeated. Ruiz and other officers and soldiers had no chance to perform. The fat cook defeated Turgenev and his men all by himself. After dinner, Tommy

Statistics show that the fat cook drank six bottles of vodka by himself.

A whole nine pounds!

Not to mention 60-proof vodka, even nine pounds of water can kill a person.

The next day, before the night shift guards were handed over, another large group of officers from the 11th Army came to the castle gate. This time, the leader was a general.

(How about we also hold an event? You can discuss it in the comment area, hold a video party or something——)