Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Competent Frenchmen have already gone to southern Africa. Even Leonard's wife and children are all in southern Africa, and only Leonard himself is in France.

There is no such thing as a naked official in this era.

Not right either.

Being a naked official in Europe is too normal, and Europeans don’t take it seriously. For example, von der Leyen, her husband and children are all Americans, and it didn’t delay her working for the United States in Europe.

Adrian has a family of 9, he is the only one left alive, France has nothing left for him, leaving this sad place to go to southern Africa and start a new life is the best thing for Adrian choose.

Not only Adrian, but Vincent also did the same. His family members are all in southern Africa, and he is the only one who stays in France to work and earn money in France for his wife and children to live in southern Africa.

"My older son works in Salisbury, my younger son is admitted to the University of Rhodesia, and my daughter has a boyfriend, but unfortunately he is a Boer, and that damn bastard must have given my innocent daughter a s**t soup. "When Vincent mentioned his daughter, he was overwhelmed with pain. The combined weight of the two sons was not as important as the weight of his daughter in Vincent's heart.

This is obviously wrong. Although the little padded jacket is cute, the son is equally important. Neither sons nor daughters should be favored.

"Why don't you study at Yasaland University?" Altman, the Cyprus supervisor from Walvis Bay, couldn't understand Vincent's complacent look. This is not a complaint, but a show off.

"I can't pass the exam—" Vincent looked melancholy. Nyasaland University doesn't take the exam just because it's more difficult than Oxford and Cambridge.

Oh, and here in France is the University of Paris, and the Collège de France.

"You are much luckier than them—" Altman looked at the hard-working prisoners with a numb expression.

It is already winter, but the German prisoners of war are still wearing the single clothes issued in summer. This is really not that the southern African side treated the German prisoners of war harshly. Southern Africa sent winter clothes to the German prisoners of war, but they were detained by the resistance army on the grounds that these German prisoners of war deserved to live. freeze to death.

A few days later, the winter clothes brought in appeared on the black market around Cherbourg, and they were very popular with the public.

Southern Africa seldom snows in winter, but it produces the best quality wool in the world. The wool textiles produced by the Johannesburg Textile Group sell well all over the world, especially in Europe, where the supply is in short supply.

German prisoners of war not only did not have cotton-padded clothes, but their food was also cut short. They were severely deficient in nutrition, and the key point was that they could not get enough to eat. They each had only one old blanket, and they could not keep out the cold at night. Those German prisoners of war who froze to death were thrown into the sea. The resistance army called this method "sea burial".

A German prisoner of war who was carrying stones was overwhelmed and fell to the ground. The stones hit his feet heavily. The German prisoner hugged his feet and howled.

Two resistance supervisors walked over with whips in their hands, grinning grinningly.

The wounded prisoner of war was so frightened that he stopped crying and tried to stand up, but failed twice in a row.

"Please, I can still work, I can—" the wounded prisoner of war cried and begged, and a supervisor of the resistance army put his hand to his ear and shouted loudly: "What are you talking about? I can't understand!"…

It is normal for the French not to understand German, but this resistance supervisor should be able to understand it. For four years from 40 to now, many French people have learned German, and they are always very adaptable.

"Stand up, you bastard!" Another overseer didn't talk nonsense, and came to the wounded prisoner with a whip in his hand and whipped it down, blood splattered all over the place.

The leather whips used by the supervisors of the resistance army are made of cowhide. When they are woven, they are mixed with iron wires.

"For God's sake, please don't do this—" the wounded prisoner begged bitterly, his voice so shrill that it was unbearable to hear.

"Why can't you give him a good time—" Altman couldn't understand why the French were so cruel and inhuman.

"You don't know how the Germans treat us French, it's too easy for them to give them a treat!" Vincent said with a deadpan face, such things happen every day.

"Can we not do this? Just give him a good time!" Finally, some German prisoners couldn't stand it anymore, and hoped that the supervisor would give the injured prisoner a good time.

The two supervisors of the resistance army laughed. The supervisor who pumped people did not stop. The other supervisor took off the rifle from his shoulder and shot at the German prisoner of war who had just spoken.

Bah!
The German prisoner of war fell down in response, but miraculously, there was not much blood coming out of the wound on his chest. It is estimated that his blood had been drained.

"Hey! That's enough!" Altman couldn't bear it. These German prisoners of war were labor, but not slaves.

The southern Africans still have to give face. The overseer who hit the person stopped, and the overseer who had just shot had an ugly expression, and the muzzle of the rifle was still smoking.

"Either send him to the hospital, or give him a good time, you can't make fun of torturing people." Altman has a bottom line, revenge is okay, but not in the way of the devil.

Southern Africa also revenges grievances and vengeances, but it must be within the acceptable range. This kind of torture for fun is absolutely unacceptable in the moral standards of southern Africans.

People can be beaten to death in southern Africa. For example, some human traffickers or dog thieves will be beaten to death by angry people after being caught.

This practice of supervisors is cruelty and killing, which is absolutely not allowed in southern Africa.

"I didn't, sir, I suspect he was pretending—" the overseer who beat the man argued that this reason was not convincing, and the feet of the injured prisoners of war were already deformed.

Altman didn't talk nonsense, he directly pulled out his gun and came to the wounded prisoner of war, and pulled the trigger under the grateful eyes of the wounded prisoner of war.

Nima, being shot dead, the eyes are still grateful!
It can only be said that war is a devil, and human nature has been distorted.

Back in his dormitory, Altman opened a bottle of wine and got so drunk that he didn't even eat dinner.

Adrian and Bloom were also drinking, and after Adrian finished telling what happened during the day, Adrian lay half drunk and half awake in bed: "This is why I am going to Southern Africa, I would rather be in Southern Africa. Coolies are unwilling to stay in France and become the master of Cherbourg.”…

Bloom drank the rest of the bottle in one gulp and slammed the empty bottle on the floor.

"I can understand what that brother did. Even if he goes too far, I won't blame him." Bloom has no mercy for the German prisoners of war. This is in France. Look at what Angie did in Japan , more excessive than the French.

"I don't mean to blame him, I just want to live, live like a person, not actively bullying others, and not being bullied by others." Adrian muttered to himself, and soon began to snore.

Bloom didn't sleep all night.

It started to snow in the morning, and the snow fell so hard that work couldn't continue, and Bloom and Adrian stayed in the dormitory all day.

In the evening, Bloom came back from eating and brought the latest news.

Last night, more than 100 German prisoners of war were frozen to death, and countless were frostbitten.

Tens of thousands of people work together, and the progress is still very fast. Bloom and Adrian have already lived in a simple board room that can be used for a stove, and the German prisoners of war are still living in a tent with air leakage everywhere. Frostbite is normal.

"It won't work if this continues, and it will definitely affect the work progress." Adrian worried that too many prisoners of war would die, and there would be no one to work on.

"That's why I said that southern Africans are all hypocrites. Why do they treat prisoners of war so well? It's because they hope that prisoners of war can work for them longer." Bloom's attitude towards southern Africa since he knew that Adrian was going to southern Africa It quietly changed.

Bloom is no stranger to southern Africa. His best friend immigrated to southern Africa after the First World War and now lives in Walvis Bay, which is said to be pretty good.

When the economic crisis hit, Bloom received a letter from a friend inviting him to go to southern Africa.

Bloom declined.

The reasons for Bloom's refusal are a bit hard to explain. Southern Africa fully accepted immigrants at the beginning, not to mention the distribution of houses and farms, and even the reimbursement of boat tickets.

When Bloom received a letter from a friend, the new immigrants could only be resettled in the western Cape State and remote areas in the south of Walvis Bay, which made Bloom dissatisfied.

Bloom's friend's farm is less than 100 kilometers away from Walvis Bay. In addition to the 100-acre farm allocated by the federal government, Bloom's friend spent money to buy another [-] acres. Pickup trucks and vans, standard middle-class families.

What Bloom didn't expect was that it was his last chance to get a free farm.

In the third year of the economic crisis, Bloom's vineyard went bankrupt, and he could no longer afford a boat ticket to southern Africa.

Even if you can go to southern Africa, the federal government of southern Africa will no longer allocate farms. If you want to get land, you can only buy it, and it is all in the wilderness, and it is left by others.

The so-called slow step by step, slow step by step, now that Bloom is going to southern Africa, he and his friends are already two different classes.

Adrian didn't think much about it. He used to work as a baker, and he could survive by finding any job in southern Africa.

"Even so, haven't you noticed that the eyes of those German prisoners of war are full of gratitude to the southern Africans, and when they look at us, there is only hatred." Adrian is not exaggerating, those frostbitten German prisoners of war are receiving southern African doctors The contrast between the French overseer driving them to work in the wind and snow with a whip is too stark. …

If this situation does not change, Adrian seems to be able to see that in another 20 years, after the younger generation of Germans grow up, war will break out again.

How many days can France resist by then?

Even if the war is won in the end, how many French people can live to the end of the war with reference to the tragedy of the Russian battlefield?

Referring to the current situation of de Gaulle, will another de Gaulle stand up by then?
This is all unknown.

"So we have to kill all these Germans, so that they will never have the opportunity to return to Germany and pass on their hatred to the next generation." Bloom's tone was taken for granted, which made Adrian very strange.

There were about 50 German prisoners of war in France.

Want to kill all these German prisoners of war?
I am afraid that the hatred will never be resolved.

Vincent didn't think so. For him, these German prisoners of war were valuable labor, and each of them should not be wasted at will.

"The living conditions of these prisoners of war are too bad. I amputated six of their arms and two of their legs this morning." Elvis, a military doctor from Swaziland, was depressed and paralyzed his nerves with alcohol.

Medical resources during wartime are always precious. Even in southern Africa, there are not many medical resources used on German prisoners of war. Many German prisoners of war have frostbite that is not that serious. If they can get timely treatment in southern Africa, there will be no medical resources at all. to the extent of amputation.

But in France, even Allied soldiers sometimes couldn't get timely and perfect treatment, and the treatment for German prisoners of war was very crude. Sometimes, in order to save a penicillin, a leg had to be amputated.

A penicillin and a leg certainly cannot be equated.

"They will thank you. You saved their lives. It's a blessing in disguise." Vincent comforted him in time.

"You don't have to comfort me. If you want to do something for them, then help them get a chance to go back to their hometown. They have lost their fighting ability and can no longer pose a threat to France." Elvis loved Wujiang, he is not the Holy Mother, but from a humanitarian perspective.

The post-war treatment of Germany is also very controversial in southern Africa. Some people advocate the complete disarmament of Germany, some people advocate that all those who committed war crimes should pay a heavy price, and some people advocate that it should be treated like Japan. Treat Germany.

Those who hold the last attitude are basically groups from European countries such as France, Belgium, and Greece.

The first is German.

Elvis is a German born in southern Africa. He has become a standard southern African. He has feelings for Germany, but not much.

"The war is not over yet. It is impossible for them to return to Germany. Even if they do, they will have to wait until the end of the war." After Vincent finished speaking, he added in his heart: If they can survive until then.

Prisoners of war who have lost the ability to work are worthless. Instead, they will consume precious food and require follow-up treatment. After all, the wound after amputation still needs to be treated.

Those sutures and hemostats are also costs.

Elvis certainly doesn't skimp on medication.

It's hard to say whether the French will agree. After all, the medicines for the prisoner-of-war camps are purchased from southern Africa with loans from the French government.