Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1033 Spaghetti

In an era when communication was underdeveloped, people in different countries were isolated from each other as if they lived in different eras.

The World War entered its fifth year, and the Austro-Hungarian Empire was already on the brink of collapse. In order to strengthen the people of the Austro-Hungarian Empire’s firm belief in war, the media of the Austro-Hungarian Empire did everything possible. It has become a hell on earth, so that the Austrians who are suffering in the war will ignore the difficulties in front of them and firmly believe that the Allies can defeat the Entente in the next few months.

In the eyes of the three Austro-Hungarian soldiers, what they saw was obviously different from what the Austro-Hungarian media advertised.

There is no change of food, no starvation everywhere, no people living in poverty, these colonial servants from the "backcountry" in front of them seem to have a better living standard than the nobles of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, this is really a disastrous conclusion.

It is an obvious fact that all the southern African soldiers that the three soldiers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire saw were wearing cotton padded clothes that looked thicker and had better thermal performance.

The hats on their heads are made of unknown animal fur. Such hats have only been seen on nobles, but in northern Rhodesia, everyone has one.

The leather boots on their feet are made of a whole piece of animal fur. Some of them can be identified as cowhide or sheepskin at a glance, and some have never been seen before. All they know is that the patterns on the shoes are very beautiful, and they are worth a glance. Not cheap.

Before the Austro-Hungarian Empire fought against the Italian army, they once seized individual food distributed by the Italian army. The delicately packaged, delicious canned food and luncheon meat made everyone salivate, sometimes because a box of canned food even A skirmish will ensue.

Next to the steaming coffee barrels, several chefs in white uniforms were pouring open cans into a large iron bucket, apparently preparing lunch for the soldiers.

The chefs were a little bit rude, they were quick, not all the tins were emptied, one chef emptied the cans and then rinsed them with water, only to be attacked by another chef reprimanded, so everyone quickened their pace, and the empty boxes around them were piled up almost as high as they were.

Certainly some boxes were not emptied.

The three soldiers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire looked at the boxes eagerly, hoping to have the opportunity to help clean up later.

"Hello, I'm Captain Ross of the Gendarmerie of the Northern Division of Rhodesia. What's your name?" A Chinese officer wearing the rank of captain sat down on the shell box in front of an Austro-Hungarian soldier.

The three soldiers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire were all squatting on the ground. They carefully tucked the corners of their coats into their arms. These cotton coats had just been opened, and when they got them, the coats still smelled of engine oil. smell.

For these three soldiers, this is the taste of happiness.

Several officers were interrogating the three soldiers separately, at a great distance and separated from each other to make sure they had no chance of colluding.

"Dear sir, my name is Gustav - Gustav Zweig."

"Okay, Gustav—oh no, sorry, it's Mr. Zweig, what is your purpose?" Rose asked while recording.

Fortunately, a soldier named Gustav Zweig could speak English, which was rare in 1916.

Nope, it's 1917 now.

"We are here to surrender. We are tired of war, and we don't want to die silently. I also want to go back to my hometown and be with my children. They need me—" Gustav Zweig trembled, When answering the question, his eyes kept looking at the tin barrel that had begun to overflow with fragrance.

Ross continued to ask with a blank expression: "Which army did you serve in before? The number of the army, the mission, what is the name of the commander of the army, tell me everything you know."

Confessions of captives are an important way to obtain information, especially for such captives who voluntarily sent to the door, their confessions are usually more authentic.

In order to get prisoners, Rhodesia Northern Division will organize elite troops to catch tongues on the positions of the Austro-Hungarian army. This is a very dangerous job. If you miss it, the whole army may be wiped out, but people with unique skills enjoy it , They regard this as a very challenging job. The no man's land between the Rhodesian Northern Division and the Austro-Hungarian Empire's positions is a "paradise" for these elite troops and precision shooters.

"I served in the reorganized 187th Division. There are only more than 6000 people left in our division. The division commander is—"

"Wait, a division of more than 6000 people?" Ross became suspicious. In the British Expeditionary Force, more than 6000 people are almost a brigade, and some battalions with relatively large establishments have thousands of people.

The current strength of a standard division in the British army is about 5000 people. This is because the popularity of automatic weapons has reduced the number of troops.

The largest is the U.S. Army division. A U.S. Army standard infantry division has about 5000 people. The reason for the large number is that the U.S. military lacks professional officers. When the U.S. entered the war in 1915, the combined U.S. Army and Navy did not have the British Expeditionary Force. There were many losses in the Battle of the Somme. An infantry company in the British army normally had only 120 people, while the American army had 250 people, more than double the British army.

"Yes, there were 187 people in our 6000th Division the year before last. We fought from Russia to Italy, and we didn't get any reinforcements in the middle. Now there are only more than 6000 soldiers left. Many soldiers died in previous battles. Some The wounded soldiers never had the chance to return to the battlefield, and some wounded were simply abandoned. Now I can think of those abandoned wounded soldiers when I close my eyes at night. They cried and begged me, but I had no choice but to leave—” Gu Staf Zweig was a sentimental man, and he began to cry as he spoke.

Rosmer handed over a handkerchief without saying a word.

Gustav Zweig thanked him, but he didn't dare to take it. There was no trace of dirt on the white handkerchief. Gustav Zweig unconsciously lowered his head.

Rose put the handkerchief back in his pocket and handed over to any soldier to get Gustav Zweig something to eat.

Soon, a large bowl of hot pasta was delivered to Gustav Zweig.

spaghetti--

According to Chinese standards, it is actually similar to ramen, except that the hollow pasta is called macaroni, and the solid pasta is the closest to the pastry method that the Chinese are used to.

Of course, the pasta of Rhodesia's northern division is different from traditional pasta.

The noodles are still spaghetti, and the sauce is made from fresh beef and canned vegetables. A large bowl of spaghetti is covered with a thick layer of fragrant meat sauce. The soldiers are very considerate. Gustav Zweig brought forks instead of the chopsticks that the Rhodesian North Division men were more accustomed to.

"Hurry up, let's continue after we're done—" Ross was not in a hurry, he was holding a cup of hot coffee, and looked at Gustav Zweig with interest.

Gustav Zweig is not welcome, he is really hungry, such a bowl of pasta, in the current Austro-Hungarian army, even the officers are not eligible to enjoy it, even in restaurants in Vienna Less than such a hearty pasta.

After wolfing down for a while, Gustav Zweig felt that it was not enough, and he looked at Rose with longing eyes.

"No, no, no, you can't eat anymore, listen to me, you've been hungry for a long time, if you eat too much, you'll die—" Ross refused decisively, Gustav Zweig was not The first Austro-Hungarian soldier to voluntarily surrender, many tragedies have happened before.

Such tragedies are always spread as jokes by the officers and soldiers in the Northern Division of Rhodesia, but only when you really get in touch with these Austro-Hungarian soldiers can you feel how miserable they are.

"Okay, thank you very much, sir, I haven't eaten for a long time, this is the most delicious meal in my memory, and I will remember it forever—" Gustav Zweig held the bowl Knowing what to do with it, he noticed that the other soldiers were carrying a used bowl in a tin bucket that was standing over the fire. Gustav Zweig wanted to take the bowl too, but he couldn't. dare not.

Even a fire like the one now is a rare luxury in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Last year Vienna experienced perhaps the coldest winter ever. All creatures other than humans, the books in the museum have been taken out to keep warm, and this year's Vienna——

Gustav Zweig dared not imagine.

"Let's put it here, someone will take care of it later." Rose casually poured out the unfinished coffee in the cup. The coffee gets cold very quickly in winter, and if you don't pour it out, it will freeze in the cup soon.

But this action made Gustav Zweig feel distressed. Looking at Gustav Zweig, if he didn't take Rose into consideration, Gustav Zweig didn't mind turning the already cold Drink the coffee.

Ross was helpless, and raised his hand to call for a soldier to pour another cup of coffee.

Gustav Zweig couldn't stop thanking him again.

"Okay, let's continue now, what's the name of your troop commander?" Ross continued the interrogation.

"Our division commander is Luke Taucherty, and the supreme commander is General Otto von Bülow, but now General Otto von Bülow has returned to Germany, and it is said that he is going to participate in the upcoming attack on France. "Although Gustav Zweig's position is not high, the German-Austrian coalition's awareness of secrecy is really not strong.

Ross finally got the news he wanted. Recently, there have been more and more news about Germany's upcoming new round of offensive.

"Tell me in detail what you know, everything about General Otto von Bilow." Ross corrected his attitude, and the information was obtained little by little.

(End of this chapter)