Regardless of the arguing of the Japanese army and navy there, von . Hertz and several officers first found the surviving SS soldiers, and the German Navy and the SS had no contradictions, especially now that they were overseas together, and the comradeship of compatriots had crossed the barriers and barriers of identity.

Feng. Colonel Hertz was not the kind of extremely fanatical Nazi party member, but this membership did bring him a lot of benefits, otherwise he would not have been promoted to the commander of the capital ship so smoothly.

"Hey! Reinhart! Seeing the admiral who had come to support, Sergeant Webb excitedly saluted.

"Hey! Reinhart! The Colonel led several officers to hurriedly raise their hands and salute back.

"We witnessed your battle on the battleship, you did a very good job, you are a hero of the Third Reich." For this kind of warrior who is one against ten, Feng. Hertz did not hesitate to praise that, after this incident, the Admiral could foresee that the sergeant in front of him would have a great future.

"Thank you very much, sir, that I am just doing my duty, and the glory belongs to the great Führer." Webb replied loudly with his chest puffed up.

"You are too modest, sergeant, I will report in detail to my superiors about the heroic actions of you and your men here, and you deserve an Iron Cross." Feng. Hertz smiled encouragingly, and finally lowered his voice to ask. "How's the troop casualties, Sergeant Webb."

"Three soldiers were killed and four wounded, but fortunately none of them were serious. Five of the Indian patrols we fought with were killed and three lightly wounded. Let me introduce you, this is Inspector Ayman. Sergeant Singh, which is his deputy, Kuller. Corporal Singh. Webb turned and let go of the two Sikh patrolmen behind him.

The two inspectors were tall and dressed in the tan armed police uniforms of the Public Concession, with cowhide belts around their waists, bright red turbans around their heads, and clearly well-trimmed black beards on their chins.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Colonel!" The two men greeted loudly in English, and at the same time raised their hands and saluted with an English military salute.

"Thank you for reaching out to my fellow Germans, Sergeant Singh and Corporal Singh? Are you brothers? Looking at the two Sikh patrolmen who looked very similar, von. Hertz asked curiously.

"No, Mr. Colonel, we are not brothers." Ayman. Singh replied.

"That's what I thought at first, and then Sergeant Singh told me that all the men in their clan use the surname Singh." Webb explained.

"Sorry, I didn't know about this. It's really amazing, everyone uses the same surname, and they don't get confused with each other? "Feng. Hertz asked the sergeant.

"No, sir, we have different names, and we have the nicknames of our respective families as a difference." The Indian Governor replied.

"I see, I would like to thank you once again for what you have done, and I will point out your contribution to my superiors, and allow me to express my condolences to your subordinates who lost their lives in battle. You are all heroes and will get the glory you deserve. "Feng. Hertz raised his hand and saluted the two Indian non-commissioned officers.

"Thank you very much, sir." The two Singh stood upright, kicked one leg, and returned a solemn military salute.

It seemed that they had been deeply moved by the words of the German naval colonel just now, and the two huge men with big shapes were stunned and their eyes were red on the spot.

"Sergeant, I'm in command here for the time being." The colonel turned his head to look at the SS.

"At your command, sir." Webb replied loudly.

The one in front of him was a colonel, and in the present situation, he had full authority.

"Now your task is to hold the building, and at the same time arrange for my men to go to the positions where you are fighting, and we will take some pictures as evidence. This matter is not so simple and it will end, believe me, sergeant, your subordinates will not die in vain, we will make these Japanese pay for what they have done. "Feng. Hertz patted Webb on the shoulder.

"I never doubted that, sir. It's just that I just talked to the commanders of the other side, and they were deceived by false orders. Webb reported.

"That's not a reason to make a mistake, sergeant. This incident is no longer a simple military conflict, and we will give the stage to politicians to play. One piece of advice I'll give you, Sergeant Webb, be a simple soldier so that life will be a little easier. "Feng. Hertz walked to the east floor of the Chinachem Hotel while talking to Webb.

"I don't understand, but thank you for your advice, sir." Webb tilted his head in thought, then nodded his head in gratitude to the colonel.

"Have the bodies of the deceased been buried?"

"It's all arranged, I'll write a letter to each of their homes, and I'm obligated to tell their families how they died." Webb replied.

"I understand that it's a painful job, but someone has to do it." The Colonel nodded with deep feeling.

Although the Prinz Eugen was a lucky battleship, after several high-intensity naval battles, it also lost several excellent crew members for various reasons.

"What the hell is going on on the Japanese side, sir. The commander told me that they were going to retreat to the other side of the river, but now it seems..."

"It's none of our business anymore, Sergeant."

"Understood, Colonel."

A group of German naval officers and a few SS members walked slowly towards the Chinachem Hotel. Inspector Stevens, who was setting up a guard at the entrance of the hotel, hurriedly trotted over to meet him.

"Special Armed Police of the Public Concession Patrol House, Lieutenant Stevens reports to you, Mr. Colonel." The rank armband of the U.S. Navy is about the same as that of Germany, and Stevens once served in the U.S. Army, so he recognized von Anderson at a glance. Colonel armband on the sleeve of Hertz's shirt.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, Lieutenant Stevens." Feng. Hertz returned a military salute, and the other man immediately lowered his arm.

"Lieutenant Stevens' armored convoy successfully held back the advance of the Japanese army, and he also lost four of his men in the battle." Webb introduced.

Although the United States and Germany were enemies of each other in the last world war, Stevens also fought against the Germans on European soil. But after all, this was more than 20 years ago, and as a defeated country, Germany also paid a terrible price for it, and there is not much hatred for Germany in the hearts of Americans.

Americans are more surprised and curious about the Third Reich across the Atlantic, which has nothing to do with ideology and ism, but is purely inconceivable about the sudden rise of Germany.

At this time, American culture still bears the imprint of old Europe, they worship the strong, have the courage to pioneer, and at the same time believe in authority, respect all kinds of ancient virtues, and have an extremely strong belief in religion. In contrast to their unpretentious British cousins, Americans and Germans have much in common with each other, such as a respect for social order, a respect for family, and respect for ancient traditions.

Impetuous and shallow are just a layer of foam floating on the bustling market, and these Puritans were conservative and stubborn in their bones, and the consequences of this character, once provoked, are clear from what they did with the Civil War.

"The patrol house has set up a blockade on the western border of Shanghai, and we have cut off traffic on the bridge over the Suzhou Creek, but it looks like the Japanese will not do anything else. On the other side of the Luqiao River in Sichuan, a Japanese unit was assembling and the patrol room had transferred all the armored convoys. "Stevens to von. Hertz reported.

"I had four dead, six wounded, one of whom was likely to have his leg amputated, and he had an 80-year-old mother at home and two five or six-year-old children to raise, and I didn't know how to help him. Look at those short-legged brutes, God will punish these sinners. The inspector took a cigarette from Weber's hand and could hear that he was full of indignation at the Japanese.

"Don't worry, lieutenant, we can totally claim compensation from the Japanese." Feng. Hertz reassured.

"Of course, they must pay for everything, Mr. Colonel. Look at what they've done, look at the building, which used to be one of the most beautiful buildings in the Far East, where every patrolman was proud to patrol this junction, is now what it looks like. Look at the poor Annan patrol, they didn't have the slightest mental defense before the Japanese opened fire on them, this was not a fair fight, it was a cold-blooded murder. Stevens continued to complain.

"Two of my subordinates saw the whole process, and they could have come forward to testify." Webb reports.

"I also witnessed how the incident happened [on Prince Eugen], not only me, but also the Japanese vice admiral at the time, and a group of Japanese naval officers, who all agreed to testify during the investigation, and someone must be held accountable for this crime. By the way, did the patrol all die? "Feng. Hertz asked Webb.

"No, when the Japanese cleaned up the battlefield, they found that two people had survived, and one of them was still a commander. Lieutenant Stevens had already sent someone to take them to the hospital. Webb replied.

"We feel like we need support now, sir." Stevens tilted his head at the Japanese who were still confronting and scolding by the river.

"Reinforcements will be there soon, hey, don't you think that's it?" Feng. Hertz pointed across the road, where a convoy of armored vehicles was speeding away.

"Hell, it's those French, son of bitches Foreign Legion." Webb raised his arm and waved at the belated reinforcements.

PS: Thank you for your support, ask for votes, ask for recommendations.