The French Navy Battalion was built on the east bank of the Yangtze River in Chongqing, which is an important relic of the history of France's invasion of Manchu sovereignty. At that time, the French Far East Fleet listed Chongqing as an open port, and the local waters needed to be surveyed to send warships against the current, and built a military dock at the confluence of the Jialing River and the Yangtze River in Chongqing, and at the same time built supporting logistics and residential buildings along the river, this building mixed with Eastern and Western styles carried the humiliation of the Chinese, because it meant that the water police power in this section of the river had fallen into the hands of the Western powers.

With the end of World War I, the influence of the European powers in the East began to weaken, and the war consumed too much manpower and material resources of the West, and the spheres of influence of various countries began to shrink accordingly. France had long since regained the power of the maritime police, and the barracks had lost its practical usefulness, and the French had rebuilt a luxurious consulate on the other side of the river, and the old barracks had been used as a spare warehouse, stacked with supplies and personal sundries, but there were still some rooms for the personnel to live in, these were the sailors and officers on the French gunboat Barnes, and the 240-ton shallow water gunboat was now docked at the pier in the embassy district. Because of its proximity to the main road along the riverbank, it used to be a lively area where people came and went, but now it is a constant stream of people and cars.

"Look, it's the Foreign Ministry's car again." A policeman in a black uniform with a white collar badge pushed his companion who was "checking" the hawker's load.

"Ge Lao Tzu, I respect him every day, Lao Tzu's hand is about to break."

After being reminded by his companion, the police had to let go of the hawker and kicked the other party's ass to get him out.

"Salute!" Several policemen lined up in uneven formations, raising their hands crookedly to salute the approaching Ford sedan.

"Look, what this looks like, it's not good to salute, the police who accompany the capital are so lazy, how can we stand up in front of these powers." The secretary in the passenger seat shook his head and sighed at the foreign minister in the back seat.

"The current police chief is Xu Zhongqi, who is the person in Dai Yunong's bag, and it is said that he also has some private relations with the Kong family. Now that the state affairs are difficult, it is the time to employ people, and it is better to have more than one thing, so let him go. Wang Chonghui sat in the back seat with his hands on crutches and closed his eyes, and when he heard the secretary's complaints, he replied indifferently.

"Sir, it's almost time to get there, and I see Consul Fisher's car parked on the side of the road." The secretary awkwardly changed the subject.

"At that time, the Japanese still wanted to extract the secrets of the empire from my mouth, and I severely reprimanded him back." Sitting in the cafeteria of the sailor battalion, Ensign Gerhardt held a knife and fork in his hand, struggling to cut the pepper steak in front of him.

"The secret level of the lost technical data manual is not very high, they can at most feel some skin from some data, the problem is your flight diary, are you sure that there are no military secrets recorded in it?" Captain Yang put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"The diary, which was renewed three weeks ago, contained only a few training flight plans in French Indochina, some airport data and weather reports, and nothing confidential. I haven't even had time to remember this operation, these damn thieves. Gerhardt replied with a depressed expression.

"Tell me how you were rescued." Captain Young picked up the bottle and poured another glass of brandy for the lieutenant and himself.

"I've said this a million times before, Captain, oh, thank you." Gerhardt put down his knife and fork, took a sip from his glass.

"I understand your thoughts, and you are right to be cautious. You see, you've been back for two days, and the outside world doesn't know the news of your rescue until now, isn't it enough to gain your trust. Don't forget the second lieutenant, you are a German soldier after all. "Lieutenant Dracula has eaten five tea eggs in a row and is peeling the shell of the sixth.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, it's not that I'm trying to hide it, in fact I don't quite understand what happened. I only knew one Chinese friend among those who saved me, and he told me that he was a professor at Chongqing University. But now it seems that this identity should be fake. They did not ask me for anything in return, except that it was a thank you for taking down the Japanese plane, and before sending me back, they only made a request that I must hide the news of my rescue from the outside world, because the life of one of their comrades was at stake. I knew that there was a brave man who had infiltrated the rebels, who had saved my life, and that I was responsible for his safety, and that as a German soldier, I had to keep my promises. Gerhardt cut off a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Looks like you're having a great time, gentlemen." Major Sbojou, wearing a well-tailored Air Force officer's regular uniform, walked in from the outside with a smile on his face.

"Second Lieutenant Gerhardt, your superiors have agreed to your request, congratulations, you are now dead, I will take your pension and treat everyone to a big meal." Shi Boru pulled out a chair and sat down against the edge of the table.

"You've got a good appetite, Gerhardt, and if you continue like this, you'll probably be too fat to fit into the cabin, just like Goering did back then." Major Sboru had no scruples about making jokes about the figure of the former commander-in-chief of the Air Force.

"Now that our planes are all destroyed, I can't just go out to prevent being recognized, and I really don't know what else to do at the moment except to eat and drink." Gerhardt put down his knife and fork and took a sip of his brandy.

"You grow your beard as soon as possible, and I'll get you another army uniform to make sure no one will recognize you." Just as we look at these Orientals as if they all look the same, in fact, it is difficult for them to distinguish the differences in the faces of us Westerners, so with a little disguise, it is easy to fool their eyes. In this country, not many people know what you look like, your luggage has been stolen, and we only have the picture of Herman taking a picture with you. Captain Yang finished and lit a cigarette.

"I really didn't expect the marshal to agree to your report, Major." Dracula poured half a cup of water and began to take the seventh tea egg.

"Field Marshal Blumberg specially consulted the High Command, and it is said that even the Führer was alarmed." Captain Young dusted off his cigarette ash and showed off that he was well-informed.

"We can't compare to the people who carry the radio everywhere they go, and without the plane, we pilots can only be reduced to light infantry." Major Sporu tucked the sideburns in his ears and pretended to be very resentful.

"To tell you the truth, major, maybe not even as good as light infantry, I've learned how some of you can marksmanship." Dracula made up for it lightly.

"Okay, no kidding, the superiors mean obviously, it is more beneficial for the empire to die than to live, so you can rest assured. Second Lieutenant, before you die, can you settle the fifteen marks you owe me for last night's play? Captain Young said to Gerhardt with a smile.

"For now you will have to stay in this building for the time being, but it won't be long, and when the envoy arrives, we will be sent back to French Indochina. Now it's a matter of these two days. Shi Boru cocked Erlang's legs.

"Are we likely to be recalled to the country next? After all, because I made such a big deal. Gerhardt asked, looking a little guilty.

"Don't worry, I have reported your situation truthfully, and even if there is a problem, it should be borne by me, the commander. Moreover, this time the marshal has expressed his support for our operation on behalf of the High Command, and he believes that my judgment is correct, all in order to avoid further losses for the Empire. Sporu patted Gerhardt's shoulder hard.

"I've got good news that when we get back to French Indochina, we'll be ready to receive a new batch of planes, so you're going to start your recovery campaign today, and I'll have Captain Claude keep an eye on you personally."

"Also, Second Lieutenant, you're going to have to think about what to do with that Chinese girl. Her parents now think she's dead, and because of you, she can't go back to her family for the time being. We can't hand her over to the Chinese government, it's a real headache. Captain Yang refilled a cigarette and snuffed out the original cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Zhang is a good girl, I can see that she trusts and relies on you very much." Dracula wiped the last egg and wiped the corners of her mouth contentedly.

"Second Lieutenant Gerhardt, I hope you take this issue seriously, it is related to the reputation of a girl, I have found from Chinese historical documents that the Oriental people pay great attention to these issues, such as a man must marry a woman, just because he accidentally saw the other party's bare feet, if the man does not agree, the woman will be executed by the family members." Captain Yang was holding a cigarette and had a face full of I was a China expert.

"Major, I want to take Zhang with me." Gerhardt turned to Sboru in pleading.

"In what capacity, on what grounds?" Captain Yang asked.

"Then as individual employees, we have the right to recruit some service personnel locally. When she returned to French Indochina, she could take another job in the brigade's medical team, not only to receive the protection of the army, but also to receive a good salary. Major Sporu had an idea, and immediately came up with a solution.

"That's it, Gerhardt, I'm too witty." The Air Force Major laughed triumphantly and patted the second lieutenant on the shoulder again.

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