Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 234: Hunting (middle)

At the end of the year, the streets of Shanghai were bleak, the branches and leaves of the parasol trees that the French Concession was proud of were withered, and golden yellow leaves were scattered on the sidewalks, dancing a self-made foxtrot in the breeze.

A Rolls-Royce armored patrol car belonging to the International Business Group of the Ministry of Industry and Trade, quietly parked in front of the Bubblingwell Cemetery opposite Jing’an Temple (Chinese officials call this place Jing’an Cemetery, Shanghai residents Just call it a foreign grave.) A Vickers water-cooled machine gun is added to the open gun seat on the roof. The linen belt has been filled with 7.7mm bullets, which looks golden in the winter sun.

"A pack of red tin packets (RubyQueen Ruby Queen)." Zhang Degui threw a few copper plates into the wooden plate of the cigarette stand. After taking the cigarettes he wanted to buy, he also took a pack of matches.

Zhang Degui took apart the tin foil of the cigarette, shook out a cigarette neatly, put it under his nose and smelled it, then skillfully stiffened the shredded tobacco on the back of his hand, and then held it to his mouth.

"Just close the stalls when they are sold, and don't come out in the second half of the day." Zhang Degui said, holding the hardwood baton under his arm and putting his hands together and lit a cigarette.

The one who looked at the stall was a thin girl wearing a blue floral cotton jacket. She looked no more than eleven or twelve years old. This was supposed to be an age full of dreams of reading and literacy, but in those days, poor The children of other people often shoulder the burden of life very early, vying for jobs with adults in order to make ends meet.

Zhang Degui knew this girl, to be precise, he knew the girl's grandfather, the real owner of this mobile cigarette stand. The old man is very honest. He never defaults on the monthly license fee and the monthly payment (protection fee) of the patrols. He often asks the patrols to buy cigarettes on credit, so the patrols of nearby pipes also take good care of him. The old man became ill these days, because he needed a lot of money to see a doctor, so he asked his granddaughter to continue selling cigarettes for him. The patrols took good care of the old man in the past, and the girl’s family was really pitiful, but they took care of a lot of business at the cigarette stall in the past two days.

The girl didn't talk to Zhang Degui, but looked at the young patrol with timid eyes.

"Okay, I just assume you know." Zhang Degui was a little embarrassed to be seen. He hung the baton on the belt loop around his waist and threw the match back to the cigarette stand.

"Just what time is it? How can the Gemi Gang come back? (Is it a good time? Why the **** haven't come yet.)" Watching Zhang Degui approach, he leaned on the fender of the armored vehicle 'S companion complained loudly. There are three broken lines on the arms of the speaking uniform, which are the rare inspector of the "Sha Zhan" (sergeant) in the Chinese patrol of the Ministry of Industry.

In the past, the sergeant inspector in the patrol room of the Ministry of Industry was mostly Indian Sikh patrols. After the outbreak of the European War, many Indian patrols in public concessions were attracted by high salaries and benefits, and joined the British Sikh infantry battalion that was recruiting from the circle of Shanghai diaspora. Because the senior officials of the patrol house generally did not trust Japanese patrols, the job vacancies left by the Indian patrols were all filled in by the Western and Chinese patrols.

In late May 1940, the Sikh infantry battalion boarded a ship from Shanghai to Europe to support British resistance operations. As a result, the transport ship carrying the troops was attacked by a German ocean-going submarine near the coastline of South Africa. Only four Dutch crew members on board the ship were lucky enough to escape. The remaining people died either by drowning or by the mouth of the great white shark, a local specialty in South Africa.

It is ridiculous that because these people were temporarily recruited by the army, the list of personnel has not yet been filed and registered in the War Department in London, and the personnel documents carried by the army have also sunk into the sea with the transport ship. In the end, even a detailed and reliable list of the dead was not available. Afterwards, many Indian families claimed that their relatives were on the boat and requested compensation from the British government, but they could not produce any official written documents as evidence.

To be honest, some of these people were indeed relatives of the dead, but many wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to defraud the British government because the government departments could not identify them, so they simply refused all similar requests. The British Army only issued death notices and pensions to the families of personnel registered in the military files, and the rest were treated as missing civilians, because these people had resigned before joining the army and even the British hired patrols were not.

"It's still half an hour. It's early." Zhang Degui took a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it over.

"It takes half an hour for the book? The wind is rather freezing cold. (Fuck, it takes another half an hour. The wind blows people out of freezing.)" The inspector took the cigarette. , Took out a steel lighter from his pocket.

This is just opening your eyes and talking nonsense. Today’s weather is not so cold, and there is still a big sun, but who makes the other party’s official title one level higher than himself? Zhang Degui can only nod his head and smile. .

Just as the two patrols were smoking cigarettes and chatting, a stern alarm sounded in the distance, and the sound was still moving fast, and they were getting closer and closer.

"Sailing the cube is huffing? (Where is the fire?)" The inspector raised his head and looked east along Bubblingwellroad.

"It doesn't sound like a firetruck." Zhang Degui walked down the road and looked curiously.

After more than ten seconds, the two people saw the source of the alarm. A "Red Maria" belonging to the patrol room of the Ministry of Industry and Technology, rushed through Hart Road and Jing'an Temple with a harsh alarm. At the intersection of the road, he almost ran into a Johnson & Johnson taxi waiting for a red light at the intersection.

Sure enough, Zhang Degui heard it right, this is really not a fire truck.

"What happened?" Zhang Degui asked in surprise.

"Cana, Nongmenwo, how can Wo know that I must have measured Sagdu's body after seeing it, but after waiting for it, I will help you to help the upper part of the house. (Fuck, You ask me, how would I know that something must have happened, you wait here, I'll call it to ask.)" Then the inspector scolded and walked towards the public security in front of the cemetery. The sentry box ran, and there was a telephone that could talk to the arrest room.

"God, it looks like something really happened." Zhang Degui agreed with the inspector very much, because he found that the "Red Maria" was not a lonely car. There was a long one behind her. String convoy.

Following the "Red Maria" rushing through the intersection is a Rolls-Royce armored vehicle that looks exactly the same next to him~IndoMTL.com~The bonnet of the front of the car is covered with a World Trade Group Regiment flag. At present, there are only six armored vehicles of this type in the hands of the Ministry of Industry and Technology. In the conflict half a month ago, these vehicles were very active. Although these vehicles were rushing back and forth from start to finish, there was almost no start. To any role.

Following Rolls-Royce is a blue-gray painted four-wheel convertible car with a white SS Lightning logo on the door, and a black SS flag on the small flagpole on the right side of the front. Waving in the wind.

"Xiao Zhang, you really look like your body! (Xiao Zhang, something really happened!)" At this time the inspector shouted loudly, and ran towards Sun Binggen. When he hurried to the side of the road, it happened that a Renault armored car with the French flag rushed past the inspector roaringly.

"Sina, how can Faguo Ning'a come, and Geji is going to be busy with Setter? (Fuck, why the French are also here, this time is dead.)" The inspector shook his head with emotion. To.

PS: Thank you for your support. I haven't bought a new computer yet. This chapter uses the ipad code. There is only one chapter today. I hope everyone is considerate.

I owe twenty chapters before and after. How to pay off the debt depends on the author's state. Obviously, this period of time is not moving.