Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 358: Haiphong Port (Part 1)
With the end of the European war, trade in Southeast Asia has become more frequent. Europe needs to obtain the raw materials and funds needed to rebuild its homeland from the colonies, while dumping the goods accumulated in the previous six months to the Asian market. c
As the most important port in the current trade with China, Haiphong Port has experienced a boom that has not been seen in the past decades. Goods coming ashore from Haiphong can be directly imported into the mainland of China through the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway. With the power currently possessed by French Indochina, it can be guaranteed that this trade will not be interfered by any external forces, unless such interference comes from France's own country.
"What an unappetizing guy." Major François held a handkerchief over his nose and mouth, bent down and lifted the sheet covering the body.
"We still cannot determine the exact time of death of the deceased, but looking at the degree of decay of the corpse, I judge it will not be less than three days, Major." Inspector Fogel of Haiphong Port Police Station reported from the side.
This colonial police officer wears a khaki-colored short-sleeved uniform with a chrome-plated armband and white embellishments. He wears tropical shorts of the same color on his lower body, black stockings on his two slender legs, and a pair on his feet. Brown short leather shoes.
"Then can you determine the specific cause of death?" Major François re-covered the face of the corpse with the sheets, he straightened up and asked.
"Judging from the evidence available so far, it should be due to hunger and dehydration. We found a lot of knocking marks underneath. This person has been struggling for a long time to survive." Inspector Ferguer took his The tropical helmet was clamped under his ribs, and a booklet was taken out of his chest pocket.
"The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. The military police said that it matches the confession of the Japanese. This is the name I just copied from the ID card hidden in the deceased’s luggage. Well, it is probably like this, Japanese text It's really hard to write."
"Well, you don't need to show it to me. Now this is a matter for the Gendarmerie Headquarters. This case has been handled by them." Major François took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and handed it to The police officer.
"Do you want to go in and take a look at the scene?" The police officer took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for François.
"No, I have seen enough." Major François let out a puff of smoke.
The outside air is full of the smell of rotting corpses. You can imagine the terrible situation in the warehouse. Annan is about to enter the annual rainy season. During this time, the temperature has become unusually hot and humid, and three days are enough to make the decayed corpse sap flow beyond recognition.
"I heard that you were directly involved in this matter. If this is the case, you will not be in trouble." Inspector Ferguer and Major François have a good personal relationship. Because of overlapping jurisdictions, on weekdays There are frequent contacts here.
"It has nothing to do with me, because there were too many suspicious people detained some time ago. As a result, the gendarmerie forgot the Japanese. Three days had passed by the time of the interrogation. But at that time, they still wanted to try Conceal everything here. This man was actually killed by his own compatriots. What a sad pathetic bug." Major François threw the cigarette **** on the ground, then stepped on it and crushed it.
"In that case, you might be rewarded." Inspector Fogel said with a smile.
"I don't know, maybe, now this has become an espionage case. It just depends on how these guys' reports are written." After the commander said, he tilted his head to one side and signaled to the inspector that he was behind. Busy French military police.
"They found weapons, ammunition and some propaganda materials. It is certain that the Japanese want to incite among the Annan?c" Fogel flew the cigarette **** in his hand.
"This guy was sent by the Japanese government to contact these people. He happened to encounter a large search in the port area. It is estimated that he hid in the basement at that time. I went to the scene and took a look. The Japanese tried to cover up the exit. I took a lot of thought and put a desk on it after I closed the top cover. I tried it with a few subordinates, but I couldn’t move it alone. I also found that the port management office cut off five days ago. The power supply of this warehouse, you can imagine how difficult the last days of this person is in the dark and sultry underground cave." The inspector put on a tropical helmet and straightened the armed belt around his waist.
"Well, major, I'm about to close the team. Next time, if I have time, I will come out for two drinks together." Ferguer saluted Francois.
"How about Wednesday, I have time tonight." François smiled back and shook hands with each other to bid farewell.
"What are the French people doing in the harbor?" Captain Robin sat in a folding chair, turning the meat on the grill with his spit in his hand.
"Really? It's not clear, it doesn't matter to us anyway." Lieutenant Igor lifted the magazine on his face and looked in the direction of the port, then lay back to his original position.
"Speaking of, how long are we going to stay here. Carl, you are familiar with the people in the headquarters. Have you heard anything about it." Captain Robin picked up a metal can from the folding table and moved it carefully. Special spices are sprinkled on the barbecue.
"Let us stay on standby. There is no new news. However, our crew also need time to rest. Unlike the local area, no personnel can be replaced. The previous continuous cruise consumes a lot of time, whether it is for machinery or personnel. A harsh training.” Captain Karl Heinke of U1001 leaned on the railing on the side of the ship, holding a long fishing rod in his hand.
"You young people are energetic, I can't match it." Major William interjected with a smile from the side.
The captain, like the other officers, is now wearing a creamy white shirt, with his arms wide open, revealing a thick chest hair and a huge beer belly, lying contentedly on a folding chair. The orderly soldiers on the Grouse were by the side of the beverage cart, busy arranging lemon soda for the officers.
It’s been almost a week since the German submarine formation came to Haiphong Port. So far, the berth will only be moved a bit during engine maintenance. At other times, it has been quietly docked on both sides of the submarine supply ship Grouse. .
After a long ocean voyage, the appearance of u1001 and the time of departure have undergone tremendous changes. In order to suit the environment in the Asian region, she and u106 changed into gray-green camouflage together. This is a suggestion made by the French colonial navy. They believe that when submarines enter the uninhabited harbors or dense cobweb-like inland rivers such as those on the Asian coast, this color is easier to blend into the surrounding environment.
After finishing the painting work, the crew members got the opportunity to go ashore to stay and rest. While their subordinates rushed into Haiphong City to spend a lot of time, the officers on the three boats found a chance to get together and connect with each other. You can also exchange information with each other.
"Speaking of, sir, your retirement plan has failed again." Robin forks the roasted meat into the large iron plate on the side, and the orderly puts the roasted meat into small plates and delivers In the hands of the officers.
"They want me to continue to serve for three years and are ready to promote me to the first rank." Major William looked embarrassed, but Robin could see that the old captain was full of pride.
"That's great, we will call you a lieutenant colonel in the future." Captain Heynke put away the hook and put on another bait.
"You young people have more opportunities. Maybe I will call you chief in a while." Old William was very helpful. He picked up the cigarette case on the table~IndoMTL.com~ to the surrounding officers. Cigarettes were scattered.
"Have you been notified? There will be three Vii submarines arriving here two days later. The numbers are u50, u53 and u56." Major William asked.
"Mannerheim is here too? It's fun now." Igor opened the magazine covering his face and took a plate of barbecue from the orderly.
"This is the main combat boat group. What is the headquarter's plan? I don't believe they transferred these submarines to bask in the sun."
"I want to be beautiful. We have been here for almost a week. How many times have you seen the sun."
"When I set sail, I remember that u52 had a record of 70,000 tons."
"I'm afraid there is more than that now, Captain Sherman is a good hand."
"What is the name of the captain of u50, that thin tall man."
"Then you must have recognized the wrong person. I remember a big man with a round face. I drank with him in Rostock. What's the name... By the way, it's Max, Captain Max Paul." Several naval officers began to talk about it.
"Hey, look, what's that?" Captain Heink, determined to be a quiet handsome man by the side, suddenly yelled, pointing in the air.
The officers quickly turned their heads, only to find that a huge plane was slowly descending towards the port in the direction of the captain's finger.
Although they are far apart, the huge size still makes all witnesses feel a deep sense of oppression. At this moment, the patrol boats and port tugboats shuttled back and forth in the harbor sounded the whistle and The alarm, the harsh whistling sound began to reverberate over the entire port area.
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Thank you. (To be continued.)
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