Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 936 Gas Mask

After the second Battle of Artois, the fighting did not stop completely. Joffre was still implementing his "eat small bites and slow eating" tactics, and hundreds of officers and soldiers died every day.

A colonial army from Senegal had just arrived in France when it was attacked by German troops with poison gas. The army collapsed in an instant. Flee to the location of the logistics force.

The closest Anglo-French unit to this unit was the 22nd Cavalry Division, and the Elizabeth [-]rd Infantry Regiment was ordered to set off and surrounded the station of the Senegalese servant army on the night of June [-], waiting for the high-level coalition forces to decide the fate of this unit.

"Will they be executed?" In the temporary bunker built with sandbags, James, who has become a veteran, is filling tobacco into a pipe. He always wears a gas mask with him and never leaves his body for a moment.

"In our umbrella, this behavior will definitely be punished by death--" Heywood smoked a cigarette. He saved James' life in the Second Battle of Artois and won James' gratitude. Now he will ask James to trim his beard completely. free.

"Why don't you send them to the front line, maybe it can consume some German troops." James didn't approve of direct execution, anyway, death is worse than death.

"It's not the same—fleeing the battle—and killed the officer—wanting to die on the battlefield—it's not that easy—" Kleist said lazily, leaning on the sandbag with his rifle in his arms, drowsy .

According to the previous regulations of the umbrella, the officers and soldiers who died in battle were all provided with pensions, so it is not so easy to become a martyr.

The regulations of the Anglo-French Allied Forces are more stringent than the protective umbrella. In the Anglo-French Allied Forces, soldiers who made mistakes will receive battlefield punishment. location, which may take up to several months.

This refers to only minor mistakes. If the consequences are more serious, they will be shot directly.

Deserters—or it is more appropriate to describe it as rebels. This kind of behavior is a rebellion no matter which country it is in—the camp is located in Calais, with a total number of about 3000 people. The gate of the camp was closed, no one was allowed to enter or leave, and no contact with the outside world, as if this could escape the next punishment.

But these Senegalese can't escape for long, there is no food in the camp, and sooner or later they have to open the gate of the camp.

"It's really hard to understand why they would do this. The Africans in our army are still very obedient—" James didn't know Senegalese, and thought that Africans in the world were the same as Africans in southern Africa.

Regarding Africans, the outside world has mixed praises and criticisms for them, but it is obvious that Africans in this era are still very obedient, and they work very hard. They are really not as bad as described in the media in the 21st century.

Africans in the 21st century are spoiled by the high welfare of European and American countries. Since they work hard, they can’t cross the class, and if they don’t work, they can’t starve to death anyway. Therefore, many Africans are willing to degenerate. Their self-control ability is really not very good. it is good.

But in this era, Africans are not qualified to degenerate. They work hard and get their arms cut off every now and then. It is impossible to steal and play tricks.

Take the Upper Katanga Mining Company in the Republic of Congo, which has the most African workers, as an example. African workers cannot rest even if they are sick. Not all were executed by shooting as an example.

"That's because our army provides relatively good treatment for soldiers. Although the salaries of African-American soldiers are a little less, they will never be in arrears. Their daily supplies are exactly the same as ours, and they can also receive pensions after they die in battle. So why run away?" Heywood felt as if there was something under his feet when he was talking, and he crushed it with his feet, and found that it was actually the foot of a German soldier——

"Damn it! This scares my father to death—" Heywood yelled and jumped out of the bunker. During the Battle of the Marne, Calais was once occupied by the Germans, and it was obvious that the corpse was left behind at that time.

In the recovered areas, the remains of the coalition soldiers and German soldiers were buried on the spot. The coalition soldiers more or less had a coffin made of thin wood, with one grave for each person. The German soldiers were much worse. The burial was not deep enough, and the corpses of German soldiers were often picked up by stray dogs and gnawed beyond recognition.

"Who the hell dug the bunker, why didn't you open your eyes to take a look?" Kleist was completely sleepy, and cursed even after crawling out.

James was a little hesitant, looking like he really wanted to dig out the body to see if there were any belongings.

There's nothing unacceptable about this guy's complete depravity since he used a simple version of the gas mask.

"James, if you dare to touch it, I will stab you to death—" Kleist wasn't joking, if it was on the battlefield, James would plunder it casually, and Kleist wouldn't say anything.

But digging out the German corpses from the ground exceeded Kleist's bottom line.

"Just kidding, how could I do that—" James reluctantly looked back when he jumped out of the bunker, obviously insincere.

Just after jumping out of the bunker, Heywood found that the originally closed gate of the barracks was slowly opening.

Heywood didn't struggle, and jumped back to the bunker pinching his nose, and then found that breathing through his mouth seemed more disgusting, so he snatched James' gas mask.

Kleist slowed down a bit, looking at Heywood who was holding his breath with a resentful expression on his face.

James dared not speak out, and gasped to express his dissatisfaction.

"Fuck off, you don't smell bad--" Kleist kicked James, probably not because James didn't smell bad, but because James didn't protect his gas mask well, and Heywood snatched it away .

After the gate of the barracks opened, an African-American soldier walked out tremblingly, holding a white pair of underpants on a stick in his hand.

"%...&*" the voices of the African soldiers were trembling.

"You speak English—" Kleist shouted at the top of his voice.

"*****" is still wrong.

"Stay where you are or we'll shoot—" It's amazing that James can speak French.

"The barber has to deal with different customers, and I can speak a little Italian and Greek—and a little German." I didn't expect James to be such a language genius.

"Ask him what he wants to do?" Heywood put the soldier in white underpants into the front sight.

After some conversation, James had a strange expression: "They need food and water—"

"Why do you need food and water? There is one of the dead Germans here, ask him if he wants it?" Heywood had a bad attitude, and he didn't shoot because he was also in the coalition.

This is considered a coalition force, and I really can't afford to lose this person. Heywood feels humiliated by being insulted.

No matter how humiliating I was, I had to report it. Half an hour later, a truck drove over with some moldy black bread and some vegetable soup that had cooled down.

Not even an oil star.

Heywood, Kleist, and James have already moved the bunker to another place, and re-buried that foot again. Alas, regardless of whether they were enemies in life or not, let them rest in peace.

Heywood and Kleist had herring rolls marinated in vinegar and onions with canned peas for dinner. James got some strawberries from somewhere, washed them casually in the small river next to them, and took them back as fruit after dinner. The taste was actually very good, Heywood generously returned the gas mask to James.

The bunkers had been moved, and the gas masks were useless.

Later, the order was finally issued, and the coalition forces asked the unit to surrender all weapons for disposal.

Heywood and Kleist did not speak when they heard this order. Looking at the Selgars queuing up to disarm, Heywood and Kleist held their guns and said nothing.

These Senegalese have not yet figured out the situation. They probably think that the law does not punish the public, and the high-level coalition forces will not execute thousands of people in one go.

After disarming, these Senegalese lost the premise of bargaining. No matter how the coalition forces deal with them, they have no capital to resist.

Sure enough, after disarming, these Senegalese were detained in a dozen or so camps, each with only a few hundred people.

Heywood's unit escorted three hundred Senegalese to a nearby camp.

Along the way, a Senegalese soldier kept approaching James, hoping to get James' care.

The guy who has been completely blackened has no bottom line, and he easily got a few gold rings.

Heywood and Kleist were also polite, and forcibly snatched one from James. James still dared not speak out with grief and indignation.

After sending [-] Senegalese to the scheduled camp, James and his team ended their mission. When they left the camp, a team of armored vehicles roared past the truck James and the others were riding on.

No one spoke in the truck compartment, and everyone rested with their eyes closed. As for whether they could fall asleep, only they knew.

Fierce gunshots came from behind——

In the next day’s newspapers, there was no report about the mutiny, and the army disappeared as if it had never appeared before. Only Heywood, Crest, and the rings in James’ pockets proved that they had once existed.

Heywood's ring only sold for one pound, which was not a fair price, but Heywood was very satisfied. He spent fifteen shillings on a military service agency for his daughter to buy a rag doll just released by Itnor. Then it took another five shillings to send the doll to her daughter in Port Elizabeth, which just happened to spend all one pound.

It is said that this kind of money cannot be kept, and if it is earned, it must be spent.

Otherwise it will bring bad luck.

　I'm very sorry, the previous chapter 774 was repeated, and it has been revised now. Brothers who haven't read it can go back and read it. I'm really sorry. It was Yutou's mistake that caused trouble for the brothers. You can steam it yourself, or braise it in soy sauce.

　　

　

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