Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 2400 For the first time in my life

Cottard's recovery ability is very strong. He was able to struggle to sit up from the bed on the second day of the operation, and walked out of the tent with the help of Ashke on the third day.

Then Cottard was stunned by the scene before him.

This is not a camp that Cottard is familiar with. Cottard can be sure that in his nearly ten years of military career, the barracks in front of him are cleaner than all the camps he has stayed in.

Including camps where pure British troops were stationed.

The camp of the 79th Division is on a hillside. In the previous camp, the tents were neatly arranged, but the sanitation in the camp was not flattering. The weeds on the ground were not pulled out, and the roads were not leveled. Without the effect of sheltering from wind and rain, Indian soldiers dressed in rags like beggars shuttled carefully through the tents, stepping on some indescribable things if they were not careful.

Now the camp has a brand new look, the ground has been cleaned up, and the unevenness has been carefully filled in. Several Indian soldiers are carrying stones to ram the ground, which surprised Kottal.

"Why, are they going to build an airport runway in the camp?" In Cottard's impression, stones are only used when building an airport runway.

Ashke brought Cottard a chair so that Cottard could sit and bask in the sun, and explained casually: "No, they have to be punished for defecating everywhere, either by paying a fine or doing manual labor—"

Ashke gloats with a smile. Southern Africans really understand human nature and firmly grasp the weaknesses of Indians.

This is not just a weakness of Indians. It is the same for people in most countries in the world, even including southern Africans. At the beginning, Roque relied on either fines or work to create the urban agglomeration of Johannesburg. .

Until now, Johannesburg still does this.

"When did this happen?" Kottal was surprised. For Indian soldiers, it's too normal to defecate anywhere.

"In just these two days, you may not know it, southern Africans have taken over the management of this camp—in other words, we are now prisoners of southern Africans—" Sumit held a beautiful glass, casually standing beside Cottard.

Kottal has seen this kind of glass. It is a bottle used by people in southern Africa to hold canned fruit. Many people will leave the glass bottle as a water glass after eating the can.

Of course, in order to show the previous identity of the glass bottle, the label on the bottle must not be torn off, and it must be carefully protected so that others can see it at a glance.

"Where did it come from?" Cottard asked curiously.

"In order to thank Dr. Li for helping you, I went to help Dr. Li clean up, and Dr. Li gave this to me." Su Mit was triumphant, and subconsciously licked his lips after speaking, probably thinking about the canned food smell.

"So we're prisoners now." Cottard was full of emotion. He once thought he was a fighting hero of the British Empire.

"Even being a prisoner of southern Africans is better than being a soldier of the British Empire." Sumit suppressed his smile and looked mocking.

"I heard from Paul that after the fact investigation is clear, we can restore our identities." Ashke was cautious, knowing how much Cottard valued honor.

"Paul—that's the Gurkha? Why don't you ask him how he acquired the southern African nationality." Sumit was not interested in recovering his identity, but was very interested in becoming a southern African nationality.

Paul was born in Tanganyika. Strictly speaking, he has nothing to do with the Gurkhas. The Gurkhas in southern Africa never mention their identity and only keep the traditional scimitar. Sumit and Ashik are exactly the same. Through the machete, Paul's identity was confirmed.

"Paul's father was a Gurkha, first employed by the Umbrella Corporation, working in Port Elizabeth, and married Paul's mother in Port Elizabeth, who was a beautiful Persian—flawless white—" Ash Ke looked envious, and the word "perfect" fully proved Ashke's aesthetics.

"Then he is lucky-" Sumit added, "flawless" is the value of all Indians.

"Does the Umbrella Company still need mercenaries?" Cottal's focus was different from Sumit's.

"It should be necessary-there are always some jobs that southern Africans are unwilling to do, and someone needs to do them." Ashke is also not sure. The umbrella company recruits mercenaries all the year round, but rarely recruits in India.

The recruitment of mercenaries by the umbrella company is also conditional, and the requirements are very high.

It's not that Indians don't meet the requirements, but that Indian mercenaries have to pay too much for the umbrella company, so the only resident agency of the umbrella company around India is located in Gurkha.

Cottard did not speak, apparently having made a decision.

After the Southern African military took over the management of the 79th Division, the change was indeed immediate.

They said they were investigating, but in fact the investigation had already ended. The conclusion was that the 79th Division was disbanded. All soldiers, whether loyal to the British Empire or participating in the mutiny, were to be retired immediately, and the British officers of the 79th Division would be appointed otherwise.

"The reason why they haven't been dismissed now is that they are worried that they will cause more trouble after they are dismissed. After all, there are other Indian soldiers serving in the British army." Very good at this kind of thing.

"All the soldiers who participated in the mutiny died, and those who remained were loyal to the British Empire. It is impossible for the British War Department to be unaware of this." Major Sammy was of French origin and applied to join the 79th Division.

"We have to find a way to keep them busy and not idle." Major Lewis is of British descent, but he was born in southern Africa and has no relationship with Britain.

"It's simple, let them go to work, there are thousands of strong laborers, and they don't need too much salary." Major Sami laughed. The salary of Indian soldiers is indeed low, lower than that of construction workers in southern Africa.

Virtually all manual labor jobs in Southern Africa are not underpaid.

Of course, the premise is pure southern Africans.

This is why southern African bosses love Africans because they are cheaper.

The salaries of Indian workers are actually very low, but compared with African workers, they have to pay more management costs, so southern African bosses don't like Indian workers very much.

Indian soldiers are still good, at least they have a certain degree of discipline, obey the management, and their physical condition is not bad. As long as there are not too many dangerous jobs, Indian workers are still competent.

"Don't worry, we have to let them feel the warmth of southern Africa first." Lieutenant Colonel Qin Jun has a lofty goal. This is not thousands of workers, but thousands of fires.

Then take your time.

It is too simple for these Indian soldiers to feel the warmth of southern Africa. The supplies needed by thousands of soldiers are just a drop in the bucket for the Changi Naval Base. The Changi Naval Base provides logistics for nearly 300 million Allied forces in the Far East, plus Thousands of people are just a drizzle.

What's more, there are special purposes, so these Indian soldiers are like mice that fell into a honeypot, and their living standards have skyrocketed.

The logistics provided by the British army to the British and Indian troops is limited to food and clothing, otherwise these Indian soldiers would not be like beggars.

Those well-dressed Indian troops only exist in the propaganda photos of the British army. Most of the Indian troops don't even have steaks, and they don't even have knives and forks for eating steaks.

On the third day that Southern Africa took over the camp, Cottal ate real Southern African steak for the first time in his life.

"It's so delicious, it's unimaginable. This is what southern Africans can eat every day. No wonder southern Africans are so rich—" Sumit was also the first time in his life, but he got the cause and effect wrong because Southern Africans get rich first, then they can eat steak as they please.

Ashke looked at the steak in front of him with a troubled face. His religion did not allow him to eat beef.

"Don't you want to eat? Thank you, let me help you—" Sumit was willing to help, and Ashke covered the plate with his hands and looked vigilant.

What a joke, this is also the first time in Ashke's life.

But the doctrine does not allow—

For the first time in his life, Ashik had the idea of ​​violating the teachings.

"Eat it with confidence, this is pork chops—" Cottard deceived kindly.

"Really?" Ashke looked surprised, and easily accepted Cottard's deception.

Although Ashke also knew it was a deception.

"He lied to you. This is obviously a steak." Sumit still didn't give up. It is said that this piece of steak costs one rand, and only high-end restaurants in India will serve it.

"No, it's pork chops!" Ashke said with a firm attitude, biting down viciously, and it was really tender and juicy.

Sumit was not sad either, and picked up an apple casually. This is a standard post-meal fruit in the southern African army, but it is an extra meal only available on major festivals in the Indian army.

Not only apples, but also beverages such as coffee and herbal tea juice in the tin bucket next to it, unlimited!

"If possible, I would like to serve as a soldier in southern Africa for the rest of my life." Sumit was full of happiness. With such a standard of living, only landlords in Sumit's hometown——

No, not even the landlord is entitled to enjoy it.

"Why do southern Africans treat us so well?" Ashke finally asked the most critical question after finishing his steak.

"Because we have value!" Sumit gave the wrong answer.

"No, it's not that southern Africans treat us specially. For southern Africans, this is just a normal level." Cottal's answer is close to the standard answer.

"How do you feel, gentlemen?" Major Lewis asked in a standard London accent.

Sumit and Ashke stood up immediately, which had formed a conditioned reflex.

Cottard was not right away, his injury was not yet healed.

"Please sit down, I'm asking how it tastes—" Major Louis tried his best to be calm, and the three of Cottard were still flattered.

Among other things, this "please" is very scary.

"Great, unprecedented—" Cottard is willing to communicate, he has always been a very brave person, brave in every sense of the word.

"That's good. I wish you a pleasant meal." Major Louis didn't stay long. Communication takes time and skill.

When Louis walked away, the three whispered.

"Master Lieutenant Colonel--" Su Mit couldn't find a suitable adjective, and he hated the book when it was time to use it.

"Are all the officers in southern Africa so kind?" Ashke finally felt the feeling of being respected.

I have to say, this feeling is amazing, Ashik has never experienced it before.

In the past few days, for Ashke, there are too many moments for the first time in his life.

"I don't know what you think, but I want to live the life of a southern African." Cottal finally had a clear goal in life.

"Who doesn't want to—" Sumit tried not to make his tone sound so sour.

"What should we do?" Ashke always followed the lead of his elder brother.

"Start by changing ourselves." Cottard said earnestly.

Then start by changing yourself.

It is actually very simple to develop a habit, such as running, it only takes 15 days.

Cottard is still injured and can't run, so let's start with hygiene habits.

According to the standards of Indian soldiers, southern Africans have strict hygiene requirements, such as taking a bath every day, which makes many Indian soldiers feel wasteful.

waste water.

Southern Africa requires not only a daily bath, but also a daily change of clothes, including socks and underwear.

This is difficult to do in the Indian army, because most Indian soldiers only have a pair of socks and a pair of underwear.

After accepting the camp in southern Africa, every Indian soldier got three pairs of underwear and a dozen pairs of socks. The key point is that this is only a one-month distribution standard, and there will be every month thereafter.

"A dozen pairs of socks a month, how can I wear them all?" Ashike said happily.

Ashke certainly didn't know how much training the southern African soldiers had, otherwise he wouldn't have such doubts.

"You can save it and send it to your family—" Su Mit was very clever, sending it to his family was not for them to wear, but to sell it.

What kind of socks do the poor wear? This is the right of the rich.

Cottard did not participate in the discussion, and put on his socks seriously, with a little difficulty in his movements.

"I'll help you—" Ashke did his duty as a younger brother.

"Did you take a shower today?" Cottard frowned, he was very strict with his little brother.

"Not yet, I've been busy." Ashke made an excuse, taking a bath every day, and his skin was almost torn.

"Go now, immediately." Cottard kept everything in line with the standard.

Ashke hadn't answered yet, and the voice of the Gurkha scimitar came from the door: "Private Mr. Kotar, the commander needs you to be the duty officer, are you willing to accept?"

The treatment is good, but the Indian soldiers still have to work. Kottal was selected because his health has not recovered and he has a certain prestige among the Indian soldiers.

"Yes sir, I will!" Cottard said loudly.

Paul was very satisfied with Cottard's attitude, and the clothes of the duty officer were sent over immediately.

Different from the uniforms of soldiers, duty officers are military officers, and the styles and materials of the clothing are obviously different. The canvas military boots have also been replaced with leather shoes, and the key underwear and socks are also available.

This time I really can't finish wearing it.

(End of this chapter)