With the end of the war in Europe, trade in Southeast Asia began to become more frequent, and Europe needed to obtain the raw materials and funds needed to rebuild its homeland from the colonies, while dumping the goods accumulated in the previous six months into the Asian market.

As one of the most important ports in trade with China, Haiphong Port has seen a boom not seen in decades. Goods ashore from Haiphong could be imported directly into Chinese mainland via the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway, and with the power that French Indochina currently possessed, it could be guaranteed that this trade would not be interfered with by any external force unless such interference came from France itself.

"What an unappetizing guy." Major François covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and bent down to uncover the sheet covering the corpse.

"We can't say for sure exactly when the deceased died, but depending on the extent of the body's decomposition, I don't think it will be less than three days, Major." Inspector Ferguel of the Haiphong Port Police Station reported from the sidelines.

The colonial officer wore an khaki short-sleeved uniform with a chrome rank armband and white trim, tropical shorts of the same color, black stockings over two slender calves, and a pair of short brown leather shoes on his feet.

"Can you determine the specific cause of death?" Major François put the sheet back over the corpse's face, and he straightened up and asked.

"From the evidence that we can have so far, it should be that he died of starvation and dehydration, and we found a lot of chisel marks underneath, and this man struggled for a long time to survive." Inspector Ferguel tucked his tropical helmet under his ribs and pulled a pamphlet from his breast pocket.

"The identity of the deceased has been confirmed, and the gendarmerie said that it matches the confession of the Japanese, and this is the name I just copied from the identity document that the deceased had hidden in his luggage.

"Well, you don't need to show me, now this is a matter for the Gendarmerie Command, and this case has been handled by them." Major François took a cigarette case out of his pocket, pulled out one and handed it to the officer.

"Would you like to go in and have a look at the scene?" The officer pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette for François.

"No, I've seen enough." Major François spat out a puff of smoke.

The smell of rotting corpses filled the air outside, and you can imagine what a terrible situation would be inside the warehouse. Annan is about to enter the annual rainy season, when the temperature becomes unusually hot and humid, and three days is enough time to make the juice of the corpse decomposing run beyond recognition.

"I heard that you were directly involved in this matter, so you won't be in trouble if you make it like this." Inspector Ferguel and Major François had a good personal relationship, and because of the overlapping jurisdictions, they often corresponded on weekdays.

"It has nothing to do with me, because there were too many suspicious people detained some time ago, and as a result, the military police forgot about the Japanese, and three days had passed by the time of the arraignment. But at that point, they still want to try to hide everything here. This man was actually killed by his own countrymen, and he was a sad wretched wretch. Major François threw the cigarette butt to the ground and then stepped on it to extinguish it.

"In that case, you might even get a commendation." Inspector Verguel said with a smile.

"I don't know, maybe, it's become a case of espionage now. It depends on how these guys' reports are written. After speaking, the army major tilted his head to the side and signaled to the inspector the French gendarmes who were busy behind him.

"They found weapons, ammunition and some propaganda materials, and it is certain that the Japanese wanted to incite a rebellion among the Annamite people." Ferguel flicked the cigarette butt off his hand.

"This guy was sent by the Japanese government to contact these people, and he happened to encounter a big search in the port area, so he probably hid in that basement at that time. I went to the site to take a look, and the Japanese put a lot of thought into covering up the exit, closing the lid and putting a desk on it. I tried it with a few of my subordinates, but I couldn't move it at all. I also found out that the Minato District Administration cut off the power to this warehouse five days ago, and you can imagine how difficult this man's last days were in the dark and stuffy burrow. After the inspector finished speaking, he put on his tropical helmet and straightened the armed belt around his waist.

"Alright, Major, I'm going to get ready to close. Next time, if you have time, come out and have two drinks together. Ferguel saluted François.

"How about Wednesday, I have time in the evening." François smiled back and shook hands goodbye.

"What are those French people doing over there?" Captain Robin sat in a folding chair, flipping the pieces of meat on the oven with a roasting fork in hand.

"Really? It's not very clear, it's none of our business anyway. Lieutenant Igor lifted the magazine covering his face, looked in the direction of the port, and then lay back in his place.

"Speaking of which, how long are we going to stay here? Karl, you are familiar with the people in the headquarters, have you heard any news? Captain Robin picked up a metal can from the folding table and carefully sprinkled the roast with special spices.

"Let's continue to be on standby, no new news. However, our crew also needs time to rest, unlike the mainland, there are no personnel who can be replaced, and the continuous cruising some time ago is very expensive, and it is a harsh training for both machinery and personnel. "U1001 Carl. Captain Heinck leaned against the railing on the side of the ship, holding a long fishing rod in his hand.

"I can't compare to you young people who are still energetic." Major William interjected with a smile on the side.

The captain was now in a milky shirt, like several officers, with his arms open, revealing his thick chest hair and huge beer belly, while lying contentedly in a folding chair. The orderly on the Grouse was at the side of the drink cart, busy dispensing the officers with lemon sodas.

It has been almost a week since the German submarine formation arrived at Haiphong Port, and so far it has only moved its berths slightly when it is doing engine maintenance, and has been quietly docked on both sides of the submarine supply ship Grouse.

After a long voyage, the U1001's appearance and departure had changed dramatically, and she and the U106 were dressed in gray-green camouflage to suit the Asian environment. This was suggested by the French colonial navy, who believed that when submarines entered uninhabited harbors or cobweb-like inland waterways like those off the coast of Asia, the color was easier to blend in with its surroundings.

After finishing the painting work, the crew was given the opportunity to go ashore to stay and rest, and while their subordinates rushed into Haiphong City to spend their days drinking, the officers on the three boats found an opportunity to get together and exchange information with each other while contacting each other.

"Speaking of which, old man, your retirement plan has failed again." Robin forked the roasted meat into the large iron plate on the side, and the orderly on the side divided the roasted meat into small plates and handed them to the officers.

"They want me to serve for another three years, and they're going to give me a promotion to the first rank." Major William looked embarrassed, but Robin could see that the old captain was full of pride.

"That's great, we'll call you Lieutenant Colonel in the future." Captain Heinck put away his hook and reloaded the bait.

"You young people have more opportunities, maybe I'll call you chief again in a while." Old William was so impressed that he picked up the cigarette case on the table and spread his cigarettes to the officers around him.

"Have you been notified? Three more Type VII submarines will arrive here tomorrow and the next two days. The numbers are U50, U53 and U56. Major William asked.

"Mannerheim, too? Now there's a lot of fun. Igor flipped through the magazine covering his face and took a plate of roast meat from the orderly.

"This is the main combat boat group, what exactly is the headquarters planning, I don't believe they sent these submarines here to bask in the sun."

"Think beautifully, we've been here for almost a week, how many times have you seen the sun?"

"When I set sail, I remember that the U52 record was already 70,000 tons."

"I'm afraid there's more to it now, Captain Sherman is a good guy."

"What's the name of the captain of the U50, that tall, skinny man?"

"Then you must be mistaken, I remember a big man with a round face, I drank with him in Rostock, what is the name is right, it's called Max, Max. Captain Paul. Several naval officers began to gossip.

"Hey, look, what's that?" Captain Heinck, who was determined to be a quiet beautiful man on the side, suddenly pointed to the air and shouted loudly.

The officers hurriedly turned their heads, only to find that in the direction of the captain's finger, a huge plane was slowly descending in the direction of the port.

Although they were far away, the huge size still made all the witnesses feel a deep sense of oppression, and at this moment, the patrol boats and harbor tugboats that were shuttling back and forth in the harbor all sounded their whistles and sirens, and the piercing whistling began to echo over the entire harbor area.

Asking for a monthly ticket, the ranking has plummeted, there are only nine votes a day, thank you for your support.

Thank you. (To be continued.) )