The patrol leader who injured the policeman was called Lance, and his rank in the Welch Fusiliers was second lieutenant.
Lance's grandfather participated in the Opium War between Britain and the Qing Dynasty. Now at his home in the UK, Lance still keeps the trophies that Lance's grandfather brought back from the Qing Dynasty, which is a very beautiful vase and a pair of embroidered shoes from the Qing Dynasty. Lance doesn't know anything about blue and white pastels, but he knows that someone once offered 100 pounds to buy a vase from Lance's home.
The price was high enough, but Lance's grandfather didn't sell it.
Compared with the vase, Lance was more curious about the pair of embroidered shoes from the Qing Dynasty.
According to Lance's grandfather, they were a pair of adult shoes that Lance's grandfather took off from the feet of a Qing Dynasty woman.
What makes Lance unbelievable is that the shoes are so small that even Lance's ten-year-old daughter can't wear them. Moreover, the shoes have a strange smell, which will make Lance's already uneasy heart.
The heart is even more eager to move.
What makes Lance regretful is that there are no Chinese women in the Johannesburg police station. Otherwise, Lance would have to find a way to see with his own eyes whether the feet of Chinese women are as small and delicate as Lance's grandfather said.
On the day of the fight, Lance was warned by his superiors not to cause trouble during this period and to be prepared for retaliation from the Johannesburg Police Department.
Lance didn't take it seriously. How dare the Johannesburg police retaliate against the Welch Fusiliers?
No kidding, all the countries founded by the Boers have been wiped out, just the Chinese policemen in the Johannesburg police station?
In fact, to be honest, Lance's superiors probably didn't think that the Johannesburg Police Department had the guts to retaliate, so the day after the fight, Lance still led his team to patrol the streets as usual.
There were 12 people in the patrol, including Lance. As usual, they lined up neatly, sang the military song of the Welch Fusiliers, and left the military camp in a grand manner.
When they saw the patrol coming out, pedestrians on the road ran away. A few Boer children looked at the patrol curiously on the roadside, but they were violently dragged home by their parents. Immediately, they heard the scoldings of their parents and the crying of their children.
Come out.
There were several scrawny stray dogs in the garbage dumps on the roadside. They were just looking for food from the garbage dumps without having time to escape.
Lance took out his Webley revolver, aimed at the stray dog nearest him and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
The stray dog fell down at the sound, and the other stray dogs howled and fled in all directions.
Lance and his men laughed.
Whenever he encounters this kind of scene, Lance feels his blood boiling. In Johannesburg, Lance feels like he is the king here.
Following the fixed patrol route, the patrol team soon arrived at the construction site where the police were beaten yesterday.
Compared with yesterday, the progress of the construction site has not been affected. When the patrol passed by yesterday, the workers at the construction site were placing police badges on the roof of the magnificent marble main building. Now the police badges have been placed and are eye-catching.
The police badge shone brightly in the sunlight, which stung Lance's nerves greatly.
Will the Johannesburg police have to work in such a magnificent building in the future?
When Lance passed by here before, he always thought it was the private residence of a certain big shot, so Lance never felt jealous, because he couldn't afford to offend those big shots.
When Lance discovered that this was actually the future Johannesburg Police Station, he thought about the low and dilapidated wooden houses on his farm and the damp and crude barracks in the temporary camp. The moment Lance saw the police badge yesterday, he suddenly lost his psychological balance.
That’s why I beat the two policemen on duty.
There are still police on duty at the construction site today, not Boer policemen, but two Zulu policemen.
Without Lance's provocation, a patrol member yelled at the two Zulu policemen.
"Fake Squid——"
"Hey, um, is it because your parents didn't turn on the lights when they made you at night, so you're so dark——"
It’s true, dirty words and thunder, who said white people can’t curse?
Very creative——
It's a pity that such creative words did not receive any response.
The two Zulu policemen seemed not to understand English. No matter how insulted the patrol team was, the two Zulu policemen stared at the patrol team with innocent eyes and smiled.
A Zulu policeman waved to the patrol——
Wait, wave?
Why didn't the hand open completely, but deliberately left a middle finger?
"Deserve a beating!"
"Fuck him!"
"This time I will beat him until his mother will not even recognize him."
The sharp-eyed patrol members immediately became furious, and more than a dozen patrol members launched a collective charge at the two Zulu policemen on duty.
The two Zulu policemen were obviously a little confused. They didn't run or beg for mercy, they just stood there blankly.
More than a dozen patrol members swarmed up and surrounded the two Zulu police officers, punching and kicking them.
"Stop, we are the police——"
"Why hit us——"
The two policemen finally thought of begging for mercy, but this seemed to make the patrols more violent, and some even used their rifle butts.
Such a big movement must have attracted the attention of others.
Unlike yesterday's timid Zulu workers who only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to get closer, this time some Zulu workers slowly gathered around.
"Oh, stop fighting——"
Someone pretended to break up the fight.
"Fake, get out of here!"
The blood-soaked patrol member casually charged over with his rifle.
Xiao Hei, who was trying to break up the fight, was caught off guard and was hit hard on the head with a rifle butt, causing blood to flow immediately.
"Hahahaha——"
The patrol member laughed wildly, and before his laughter could stop, he was punched hard in the ribs.
"You——"
The patrol member exclaimed. Before he could finish a complete curse word, he was kicked hard in the lower abdomen, and then he was drowned by the crowd.
Ten minutes later, police sirens sounded on the street, and several police officers ran towards them while blowing their sirens.
The little black guys who took action immediately dispersed.
There were only twelve patrol soldiers left on the ground who were swollen into pig heads, and two Zulu policemen who were beaten even more severely.
"We can't let them run away, capture them -" Lance was also beaten into a pig's head, his military uniform was stained with mud and blood, his face was severely beaten several times, and his eyes were black and blue.
It was congested, the nose was broken, and two front teeth were knocked out.
The patrolman who hurried over said nothing. He looked at the two Zulu policemen who couldn't even scream and looked at Lance with anger.
Only then did Lance discover that he was not the king of Johannesburg.
***The author has something to say***
Since so many brothers have read this chapter, I will post the two chapters together——
