Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 100

  Chapter 100 Thinking Changes

  Looking at the military command intelligence officer in front of him, Fang Lang could not believe the professionalism of the other party. After all, China's military command during World War II was not an ordinary person.

  Professional things should be left to professional people, and you should think about how to lock them if the Japanese fleet comes out.

  Which route the other party may take for transportation, will it be escorted by Japanese aircraft all the time. Although the Japanese navy is now disabled, there are still three catties of nails in the broken ship!

  Fang Lang will not let down his vigilance just because the Japanese are about to surrender. Maybe, the Japanese also want to use this transport fleet to fish!

  The two people in front of them are indeed not Japanese in terms of height and shape. However, Fang Lang knew very well that the Japanese also had many traitors and running dogs, and Fang Lang could not easily believe their identities.

  However, Fang Lang had to pay attention to the information they provided. What if it is true? But in his heart, Fang Lang was still more inclined to believe in their identities.

  Because from the beginning to the end, Fang Lang didn't feel any malice from them. This is not because Fang Lang is superstitious about his sixth sense, but because his sixth sense has indeed not made any mistakes so far.

   Thinking about it, Fang Lang suddenly had an idea. Could it be that these little Japanese were already ready to go, just because their sudden appearance disrupted their plans?

  The U.S. Navy at this time has just experienced the Battle of Okinawa and is resting. Normally, this time should leave a gap for the Japanese to take advantage of.

   But I just arrived in Okinawa, will the little butterfly who doesn't need to rest disrupt the Japanese plan? In the past few days, I have approached step by step, how will the Japanese react?

  Fang Lang began to think differently. If he were a Japanese commander, he would find a destroyer tentatively approaching Shanghai step by step. Do you think your plan has been exposed.

  Exposed or not exposed, what measures should I take to deal with it. Slowly, Fang Lang had a feeling in his heart that the Japanese were either waiting for him to leave, or they were thinking about **** him with one blow.

   Slowly, Fang Lang's mind gradually became clear. A smile began to emerge from the corner of his mouth, he believed that the Japanese must have been impatient.

  It is daytime now, and Fang Lang is not worried, because the daytime is dominated by the U.S. Air Force, and U.S. military planes can arrive in two hours from Okinawa.

   After thinking for a long time, Fang Lang slapped his forehead and cursed himself as an idiot. It seems that I am used to being poor, I have never lived a prosperous life, I do not have an air force, and my thinking is limited.

  However, there is now a rich man behind him, the so-called reduction of ten meetings with one force. Things are not so complicated, now I am the one taking the initiative!

   Thinking of this, Fang Lang didn't hesitate anymore, and said to Zhong Ze and the two:

   "Damn! You guys are really serious, since you already know where the little devil's boat is, when do you care when he sets off? Isn't a parked boat easier to blow up than a moving one?"

   Regardless of their reactions, they went directly to the bridge and sent the communication to General Clark's office.

"General Clark, I'm Fang Lang. I'm in Shanghai. I just got accurate information. The Japanese army gathered a large number of transport ships at the port of Shanghai and concentrated the oil on more than 20 ships. They are going to send a batch tonight. The strategic materials are being shipped to Japan. I would like to apply to dispatch the plane now to leave these ships and materials in Shanghai."

   "Is the message accurate?"

   "This news was provided by the intelligence personnel of the national army. However, based on the analysis of the situation I have encountered in the past few days, this news should be true."

   "Then you stay nearby and evaluate the results of the battle nearby. The plane will arrive in three hours!"

  Hearing the reply in the communication channel, Fang Lang finally experienced what it is like to be a local tyrant, a local tyrant with no humanity.

   It's just a war! How can there be so many twists and turns, isn't it enough to push flat? If you have a plane, what kind of submarine do you need, what kind of hunting do you want. If one batch is not enough, make another one.

  I unconsciously told myself to change my thinking, now is no longer the era of giant ships and cannons. What does it mean to have air dominance is to have dominance of the sea.

   The waiting time is very difficult, especially when you know that something you are looking forward to is about to happen, this kind of waiting is simply a torment.

   Fang Lang felt a little restless. He tried to calm himself down, so he started to walk around the ship. As a result, the crew was very nervous.

   was forced to stop patrolling again, stood outside the bridge, and looked in the direction of Shanghai through the binoculars. He knows exactly where that direction is, and he really wants to go home and see what his hometown looks like now.

  Thinking that I just contacted the plane of the US military to bomb my hometown. Although it was attacking the Japanese devils, but thinking about it, I was worried that innocent people would be killed or killed.

   wanted to notify the U.S. military to cancel the bombing plan, but was afraid that the Japanese would really slip away from under their noses. The mood is very complicated.

  The adjutant who has been following behind him doesn't know what happened to his chief! Yes, you read that right, Fang Lang now also has adjutants and orderlies.

  His adjutant is only a second lieutenant. The reason why his rank is so low is that before he was appointed as an adjutant, he was just an ordinary veteran of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force.

  Being able to become Fang Lang's adjutant is because he is a Chinese brother who joined the army with his predecessor, and he is also a friend who grew up together.

  The three people who joined the army together at the beginning, when Fang Lang ordered Duarte to select the marines, he directly pulled the list of the two into it.

   At first Fang Lang didn't dare to contact them when he just woke up. After all, I am no longer my original self, and I am afraid that my close friends will see the flaws.

   Fortunately, both of them survived the war safely. Of course Fang Lang wanted to promote his brothers if he had the opportunity, so he directly transferred them to his subordinates.

  When the two saw Fang Lang again, they couldn't believe their eyes. The brothers who grew up with them and joined the army together had suddenly become a high-ranking naval colonel.

  The real power officer of the entire Brazilian Navy, which made neither of them dare to recognize it. Fortunately, Fang Lang remembered every bit of being with them.

  After asking the two of them for their own opinions, they were directly promoted to second lieutenants, one as his adjutant, and the other as the second lieutenant platoon leader in the Marine Corps.

  Qi Qingshan saw Fang Lang's nervousness, and remembered that before he charged on the battlefield, he would tremble from nervousness, but a puff of cigarette could calm him down.

  He silently took out Fang Lang's cigar from his satchel, took out one and cut off the head of the cigar with a cigar scissors, then reached out and handed it over.

  Fang Lang looked at the cigar handed over, smiled and took it:

   "Qingshan, do you want to visit Shanghai?"

  Qi Qingshan slid a match, blocked the sea breeze with his hand, leaned in front of Fang Lang and said:

   "Of course. I also want to see my grandfather's hometown, and I don't know what kind of grandfather's hometown is like, and whether there are any relatives there."

   "Yes! If our group of people hadn't been gathered together and not separated, we probably have forgotten that we still have a root here."

  As immigrants, if it weren't for the scarcity of Chinese in Brazil, everyone would have gone to Brazil in the same group, and they have been huddled together to keep warm. It is estimated that Fang Lang and his generation have already fully integrated into Brazil.

  Maybe I can't even speak Chinese! That's why there are bananas. However, these Chinese in Brazil have been gathering together to form a small village.

   Most people are intermarried, and they are more or less relatives. In particular, the elderly have always been able to communicate only in dialect, that is, only when their parents go out will they use Portuguese.

  However, returning to the village will change back to Chinese communication. Therefore, everyone's inheritance has not been lost. In fact, the same was true of Japanese immigrants in Brazil during this period.

  Fang Lang took a deep puff of the cigar, feeling the taste from his mouth, and gradually relaxed his mood. After exhaling the smoke, Fang Lang enjoyed the fragrance left in his mouth.

  The anxious mood gradually calmed down, and he finally understood why so many people like to smoke. Fang Lang, who always felt that he had no addiction to smoking, began to think about whether he would use cigars to calm his mood in the future.

"Qingshan, we probably won't have the chance to set foot on the land of our hometown to see it this time. However, after the war is over, we will have a lot of opportunities. At that time, we will arrange an opportunity for you to go back to your old man's hometown to see See how."

   "Really? That's really great, but unfortunately our old man is no longer here. I will go back and look for the things he left behind, and see if I can find the specific address of my hometown."

   While chatting with Qi Qingshan, time passed by little by little.

  (end of this chapter)

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