Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 129: Explore

"Your name." Juergen spoke indifferently, breaking the silence in the interrogation room.

"Huh?" Henderson trembled, looking at the German sitting opposite in horror. Through British media propaganda, the image of the Black SS has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the 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 with his fingers, and then Sergeant Ludwig picked up a wire from the torture table on one side. Screwed into a riding whip.

"Rajet!...Rajet Henderson. I am a second lieutenant in the Royal Air Force, my military number is 4204..." Henderson reacted and quickly confessed his own words. Identity.

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 little bit of bright blood soon penetrated from the surface of the bulging scar. Hudson let out a miserable scream. This was the first time he was beaten as an adult. Some unbearable memories were awakened from his mind. The air force ensign's fat body was trembling and curled up on the chair.

"I didn't want to do this to you, Lieutenant, because I found that you are a smart person. I like to deal with smart people because they know how to please me." Jurgen stood up, holding his hands. Coffee slowly walked in front of Henderson.

"But you make me very unhappy. If I'm unhappy, you must be punished." The SS colonel took a sip of coffee, and Sergeant Major Ludwick once again raised his whip.

There was another scream, and Hudson burst into tears. It was not that he had not been beaten before, but he had never thought that whiplash would cause such pain.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I will say everything, sir, I will tell you everything you want to know." Hudson struggled.

"Shut up! You can speak only when I ask you to speak!" Juergen said calmly.

There was another fierce whipping. Hudson was so painful that he couldn't speak. He twitched on the chair with his bloodshot eyes, and he had nowhere to dodge with his hands and feet chained on the chair. At this moment, Hudson has a deep understanding of what is called renminyu, and he is talking about the situation he is in now.

"Look, how fast he learned, I said he was a smart man." Jurgen smiled and said to Ludwig, the sergeant turned around and put the whip back on the torture table .

"Now, you can tell me your name, I mean your real name." Jurgen drank his coffee with his head up, and threw the cup at the orderly soldier standing against the wall. Raised his hand to catch the coffee cup neatly, then picked up the coffee pot on the table and refilled it.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir. My name is Rajet Hudson, a second lieutenant of the Royal Air Force..." Hudson cried and made an innocent look.

"It seems that I was wrong. He is obviously not smart enough, Ludwig." Jurgen took a step back, and the SS Sergeant Chief smiled and picked up a hammer from the torture table.

"Wait a minute, wait...no...no...don't do that...ah~~~~" Hudson let out a dolphin sound easily.

Ludwick held the opponent's right leg desperately trying to shrink, and raised the hammer in his hand high.

"Oh oh ah ah ah oh~~~~~" This time the RAF captain started to learn howling wolf.

"You still have eight toes, enough for you to answer four more times." Jurgen took the coffee from the orderly.

"We have transferred Rajet Hudson's file, so don't try to be clever. You don't have this capital in front of us." Jurgen sneered.

"Since you all know, why did you come to ask me just to torture me?" Hudson stared at Jurgen with blood-red eyes, the resentment in his eyes almost overflowed to the ground, but Unable to make this SS major shake his eyelashes.

"The answer is wrong." Jurgen said coldly.

Sergeant Major Ludwick raised the hammer again, and the wailing of Hudson's change of tone echoed again in the interrogation room.

"You still have six toes. When the toes are used up, we will change our fingers. I guarantee 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. Actually, you don’t need to endure this kind of pain. I said you are a smart person because it’s impossible for an idiot to be promoted from an ordinary non-commissioned officer to an air force ensign. You must be It took more effort than your colleagues. After all, you are not a pure Englishman." Jurgen paced slowly 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, the so-called Ensign Hudson." Jurgen reached out and held Hudson. The top of his head.

"Although your skin tone is very light, and your face is close to European race. It happens that I have studied anthropology for a while. Although I am not an expert, I think I am more expert than the officers of the British draft." Jurgen's palm moved to the back of Hudson's head.

"You are a mixed race, but not the first generation of Anglo-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 grabbed Hudson's hair and turned his face to him.

"Enough.... Please stop talking, sir, I admit that I am a fake." The resentment in Hudson's eyes has turned into pleading, this SS major is terrible, he really Fear of saying that word from the other person's mouth.

"You are a Dalit!" Juergen yelled, and then he found the answer he wanted in the horrified eyes of the other party.

"God, you are a Dalit?!" Jurgen himself was taken aback by the result. He just wanted to swindle the other's caste, but he didn't expect it to be.

"Hey, what is Dalit?" A executioner asked his companion in a low voice.

"Untouchables of India."

"Like a gypsy?"

"Worse than that."

"Now tell me your real name, you won't abandon all the names your parents gave you, right." As his men whispered, Jurgen grabbed Hudson's jaw.

"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...I should call him Lamu now, almost roaring Juergen shouted, after experiencing physical torture and psychological stimulation, his spirit was close to collapse.

"I think I understand what happened." Jurgen's fingers loosened Lamu's neck.

"You won’t understand, Major, my father was an illegitimate child born to a British seaman and an Indian woman. With a Westernized face, he got a decent job in a movie theater in Mumbai, but he turned out to be Seduced a girl with a high caste, and deceived her to elope with herself, and finally my mother gave birth to me in Karachi." Hudson said with tears in his eyes to Ergen.

"It's a tragic story, Mr. Lamu...what's your name?" Jurgen raised his head and beckoned to the orderly~IndoMTL.com~ and threw the cup over.

"No name, since I was little, I only had one last name. Everyone called me Lamu, an abandoned bastard, a humble untouchable." Lamu leaned his head on the back of his chair, his voice filled with despair.

"How did you get Rajet Hudson's ID card." Jurgen decided to take advantage of the depression of the other party to figure out everything 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 finish this matter as soon as possible, I promise you will get good treatment here, and you will never Suffer anyone's harm." Juergen advised.

"You mean this?" Lamu lifted his **** right foot.

"This is a small lesson, Mr. Lamu. After all, the toes are still on your feet. This can also remind you not to take an inch, because my patience is limited." Juergen sank Said the face.

"I see, Mr. Major, I will tell you everything, but you have to promise me one request." Lamu quickly replied.

"It depends on the value of what you confessed. 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 this request, I will tell you everything I know. I swear you will be interested in it. There is a huge conspiracy involved." Lamu raised his head, staring firmly at Jurgen's eyes.

"You are indeed a wise man, Mr. Lamu." Jurgen's lips curled up, showing a gentle smile.