Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 950 The Motherland Needs Your Stomach

Before the outbreak of the world war, Maria was a second-year student at the Johannesburg Medical School.

After the outbreak of World War II, the Johannesburg School of Medicine organized teachers and students to join the army and go to Europe to fight in the war. Maria grew up rapidly from a novice doctor who just came into contact with surgery. In just over a year, Maria has become a qualified doctor. Surgeon, and won a medal of bravery for 57 consecutive successful surgical operations in the Battle of the Dardanelles.

In fact, Batai was not a failure, but the wounded soldier was sent to the hospital too late, and the injured limb was necrotic and had to be amputated. This was not Maria's responsibility, and the wounded soldier did not blame Maria after being amputated.

Maria originally only had two assistants, and the war was far away from Constantinople. Maria’s work was not heavy. The arrival of more than 20 girls provided Maria with more possibilities. The girl who can speak English is called Guxin, which means autumn, stands out from all the girls in no time.

"Guxin should be a descendant of a nobleman, with a good education, and he can speak some English and French. He is really a fast learner. Recently, he learned a few hand massages from me. Do you want her to come over and give you a massage?" Maria asked. Every day after dinner, I would come to chat with Ruiz with a cup of coffee. Neither of them is married. Both are from Los Angeles, both are Chinese, and both are second-generation immigrants from southern Africa. Their families have farms in Rhodesia. Both were educated in Southern Africa and have a lot in common.

"Forget it, if you're willing to press it for me, it's more like—" Ruiz was straightforward, without hiding his admiration for Maria.

Maria is the goddess of all officers and soldiers. Although she is not the most beautiful girl in terms of appearance alone, when Maria puts on a white uniform and picks up a scalpel, her temperament from the inside out immediately changes. Fascinating.

"Dreaming!" Maria dismissed it, but there was a smile in the corner of her eyes. Ruiz became a man of the day on the Belgian battlefield because of "big things". Many captured German soldiers expressed their willingness to play with Ruiz again. field ball.

In the ball game on Christmas Day, the Expeditionary Army and the German Army did not decide the outcome.

"Mr. Captain, some Russians are coming outside—" The voice of the sentinel came from the top of the building, the castle is so convenient, standing on the top of the building and shouting can be heard throughout the castle.

"Don't worry, I'll come whenever I go—" Ruiz didn't forget to greet Maria when he picked up his hat and went out.

Since last month, the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force has been gradually handing over the Balkans to the Russians as part of the maintenance of the Entente alliance.

At the gate of the castle, more than a dozen officers and soldiers of the Russian Empire and Ruiz’s men were confronting each other. The emotions on both sides were a little excited. The officers and soldiers of the Russian Empire asked the officers and soldiers of the 11th Division to evacuate the castle. It is said that a certain general took a fancy to the castle and wanted to Think of the castle as your temporary official residence.

Ruiz's men were even more emotional. The entire Balkan Peninsula was brought down by the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force. Now in order to stimulate the Russian Empire to continue fighting, the handover to the Russian Empire made many officers and soldiers of the Expeditionary Army uncomfortable. It is also part of the agreement to retain a part of the garrison to maintain the waterway in the Perth Strait, so don't go too far.

Although they were emotional, both sides were still a little rational, but they made a lot of noise and didn't do anything.

When Ruiz walked out of the suspension bridge, he looked back at the machine gun post on the roof. Two heavy machine guns equipped with tripods were waiting in full force. This is probably the real reason why the Russians dare not do anything.

"Mr. Captain, good evening—" The leading second lieutenant of the Russian Empire was very polite. After all, the kings of the two countries were cousins. Regardless of the intrigue under the stage, brothers and friends should still respect each other on the stage.

"Mr. Captain, hello, I'm Ruiz of the 11nd Los Angeles Infantry Regiment of the [-]th Division of the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force. Nice to meet you—" Ruiz announced when he came up, even if there was a fight later, he still had to know Who is the opponent.

"Hello, Captain Ruiz, I am Turgenev of the 11th Division of the 49th Army. It seems that your station is not here—" Turgenev did not want to conflict with Ruiz. The Russians have a clear love and hatred. The 11th Army stormed Constantinople for a month before, losing 30 people and failed to take Constantinople. The Mediterranean Expeditionary Force was less than 15 people, and it took only one week to break Constantinople. , although the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force was suspected of taking advantage, the defenders of Constantinople suffered heavy casualties due to the attack of the 11th Army of the Russian Empire before launching the attack, but the soldiers still speak with their records, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

"Captain Turgenev, why don't you come in and have a drink? I've prepared vodka for you—" Ruiz didn't quarrel. It's useless for Russians to quarrel. Only by killing them at the wine table can they be convinced.

"Only the vodka produced in Russia is the real vodka—" Turgenev was still correcting his mouth, but his legs followed Ruiz honestly into the castle.

"Let's go, let's go, try our goulash, which is our national dish—" Ruiz greeted Turgenev's men.

"Kouhu, goulash with potatoes is also our national dish!" Turgenev was obviously more angry than before, saying that these soldiers of the Russian Empire hadn't eaten goulash with potatoes for a long time.

In the lobby on the first floor of the castle, two long dining tables can sit forty to fifty people. When the soldiers of the 11th Division entered the door, they leaned their rifles on the gun rack at the castle gate. Turgenev’s men were not to be outdone. Some people are still sneakily loosening their belts, and they are ready to feast.

What a simple and cute teddy bear.

Dozens of bottles of vodka are lined up on the long dining table, and there is a bottle on each seat. Each bottle of vodka produced in southern Africa is 750 milliliters, which is about a catty and a half. Spend.

Because it was past dinner time, the beef stew with potatoes hadn’t been served yet, but the expeditionary force definitely had no shortage of food. The reserves in this area were always sufficient, and all kinds of canned food were already attractive enough. It is not easy for the generals of the Russian Empire to enjoy such a sumptuous dinner.

"Come, come, please sit down. We will be neighbors from now on. In our Chinese words, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We must help each other, just like we are on the battlefield." Ruiz greeted everyone to take their seats, and opened the Vodka was poured for Turgenev.

"Without our 11th Army, you would not be able to occupy Constantinople so easily—" Turgenev was really aggrieved, or the 11th Army was aggrieved from top to bottom, and the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force will now take over the Balkans. The peninsula was handed over to the Russian Empire. It seems that the Russian Empire took advantage of it, but the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force also took advantage of the capture of Constantinople.

The victor is not blamed, so the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force is justice.

"We didn't deny the role of your 11th Army, but that doesn't change the facts." Ruiz didn't talk nonsense, he picked up his cup and looked up, gurgling.

The Russians may be a little stupid when arguing, how can they admit defeat when drinking!

Turgenev even forgot to raise the bar, and picked up the cup and gurgled.

People have big mouths.

At this time, the fat cook finally appeared with a large pot of goulash. When he saw Ruiz and Turgenev drinking from cups, the fat cook smiled wickedly.

"What are you looking at?" Turgenev's eyes were already turning red.

"You just use this?" The fat cook looked disdainful.

It's been a big deal with this, and Ruiz's eyes are already starting to go straight when he fills up a glass of vodka.

The fat cook didn't talk nonsense, he picked up a bottle of vodka without even using the cup, unscrewed the lid and started tossing.

This was simply too exciting. Not to be outdone, Turgenev picked up the wine bottle in front of him and started ton-ton.

Although they were all equally forthright, Turgenev was much slower in terms of speed.

The fat cook was so annoying, he drank a bottle in one go and applauded Turgenev to cheer him on.

Here Tommy poured Ruiz another glass, and Ruiz looked at Tommy with horror.

Tommy rolled his eyes covertly.

Ruiz looked up.

Maria stood behind the railing on the second floor and smiled.

Ruiz immediately raised his glass, only to find that it was sweet when he drank it.

glucose!

Turgenev drank real vodka.

After one bottle was dry, Turgenev was already staggering.

"Good drinker! Let's have another one!" The fat cook opened another bottle at some point.

Turgenev couldn't believe it, rubbed his eyes and stared.

It was indeed just opened.

The fat cook is so open-minded, holding the bottle and pretending: "Do you want to take two bites first?"

eat?

Turgenev didn't want to eat goulash, so he wanted to eat people.

The fat cook doesn't talk nonsense, the wine bottle is full of tons and tons, and the speed doesn't slow down at all, just like drinking water.

"Mr. Captain—" Turgenev's men couldn't see it anymore.

"Shut up! Open it for me!" Turgenev went all out, slapping the table and yelling with scary red eyes.

The bottle hadn't been opened yet, and the fat cook had finished his second bottle.

Turgenev lost his grace at this time, snatched the wine bottle over and sniffed it, and then completely despaired.

What the hell is vodka.

This night, Turgenev and his men were defeated, and Ruiz and other officers and soldiers had no chance to play. The fat cook killed Turgenev and his men by himself. After dinner, Tommy According to statistics, the fat cook killed six bottles of vodka by himself.

A whole nine catties!

Let alone sixty-degree vodka, even drinking nine catties of water can kill a person.

The guards on the night shift had not yet been handed over the next day, and another large group of officers from the 11th Army came to the gate of the castle. This time the leader was a general.

(Why don't we also hold an event, everyone can discuss it in the comment area, have a video party or something——)

　Just kidding, don't take it seriously~~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)