Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 241

  Chapter 241 Declines Again

  Although Colonel Valdo Granma participated in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, his performance was obviously a typical old-school Brazilian military officer.

  This kind of behavior is doomed, and it will be difficult for him to integrate into the new whole of the First Fleet.

  Considering that his father-in-law was the original Minister of the Army, it is even more impossible for Fang Lang to give him any allowance.

  If this is reported to the Brazilian Ministry of Defense, it may cause the upper-level personnel to come down to investigate.

  At this moment, Colonel Valdo Grama was somewhat puzzled as to why the soldiers of the First Fleet had the guts to refuse the order of a colonel officer like him.

  This situation is absolutely impossible in other armies.

  Because, the first step in army training is to teach all soldiers to obey, and obeying the orders of superiors is the code of conduct for soldiers.

   Today, there are junior officers who refuse to carry out his orders because of the so-called sense of military honor.

  Combined, the person who came to receive him today was just a small second lieutenant, which made him have to start thinking about whether this second lieutenant was ordered by someone to embarrass him on purpose.

   Even deliberately provoked his anger and made him do something irrational.

  This is also the reason why he resisted not drawing his gun and directly killed the disobedient second lieutenant.

  After the incident at the airport, everyone who boarded the car seemed a little silent.

  The powerful Colonel Valdo Grama is also thinking about whether there is any conspiracy in his heart at this moment.

   And Mrs. Granma was also a little absent-minded, not knowing what she was thinking.

  Only the three children looked at this huge military camp with fresh faces as if they didn't know what happened.

  The convoy drove out of the airport, passed through several checkpoints, and entered the heavily guarded military camp.

  The situation in this barracks was beyond Colonel Valdo Grama's expectations, because now that the war is over, most of the Brazilian army no longer conducts any training.

  Soldiers who have no missions tend to wander around the barracks a little loosely, or play some ball games, and some people hide secretly to play some board games banned by the army.

   But Natal's barracks was not like this. At least after entering the gate, Colonel Valdo Grama didn't see the soldiers who seemed to be wandering around.

  The soldiers walking on the road, regardless of whether they were armed or not, kept walking in formation, which surprised him very much.

   He even looked around to see if there was a military police nearby.

  In his impression, only when the military police inspected, can the soldiers observe military discipline like this.

   And the military police of the Brazilian army, in fact, don't care much about what the soldiers do when they rest, or how they do it.

  The vehicle passes through the concrete barracks and enters a huge training ground.

  The soldiers were conducting the American training under the leadership of the officer. He was fairly familiar with the American training, but he noticed that there were some training contents that he had never been exposed to before.

  But one thing he can be sure of is that the intensity of training here far exceeds the training they received in the United States.

  Although the time is close to evening, Natal is located in the tropical region of the southern hemisphere, and the sun is still fierce at this time.

  The soldiers on the training ground were training desperately without realizing it. He could even see several major officers among them crawling over the mud-covered barbed wire in a crawling posture.

The machine gun bullets fired not far away were whizzing past the barbed wire. The soldiers under the barbed wire were too scared to lift their heads. Standing next to the machine gun was a guy who looked like an American instructor, roaring and urging the soldiers They pass quickly.

  Scenes like this seemed to bring him back to the days when he was training in the United States. Although he didn't have to go through such training, he felt that it was a kind of torture when he thought about it.

   Mrs. Grama, who was sitting by the side in a daze, turned pale with fright at the moment.

  The constant screams in his mouth caused the instructors on the sidelines of the training field to glare.

  Colonel Valdo Grama also quickly hugged his wife in his arms, comforting him softly.

   He didn't dare to show his teeth to the instructors who came over, because he could smell the smell of American instructors from these people.

   On the other hand, the children in the back car were full of curiosity about this training scene that they had never seen before, pointing and discussing it from time to time.

  The soldiers in army uniforms with their luggage looked at everything in front of them in a daze, as if they had returned to the European battlefield.

  Finally, the vehicle passed through the training ground and came to a beach by the sea.

   Mrs. Grama's emotions finally eased down. Mrs. Grama, who was born in Rio de Janeiro, is not someone who has never seen the sea.

  However, when the vehicle passed through the sizzling training ground and saw the beach again, Mrs. Grama actually had the excitement of surviving a catastrophe.

   But the good mood didn't last long, and Mrs. Granma saw a scene that made her feel very unsightly.

  A group of soldiers wearing shorts were being supervised by the instructors and were sitting and doing push-ups in the sea water.

   I don't know if the instructors didn't call out the password, so the soldiers didn't support themselves.

   This is more like a breath-holding training.

   "It's really a shame, such a beautiful sea view, such a beautiful beach, to let a group of big soldiers train here."

  Mrs. Granma finally couldn't hold back her complaints.

  Colonel Valdo Grama hurriedly grabbed her waist and comforted her:

   "When the time comes, I will drive them away, and our family can take a walk on this beautiful beach in peace."

  Second Lieutenant Alberto Dill was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and after hearing what Colonel Valdo Grama said, contempt flashed across his eyes.

  Even the driver of the car frowned after hearing the conversation between the two.

  Finally, the vehicle drove into a seaside residential area. These houses were all residential houses built by the Americans when they were stationed.

   Most of them are some small American-style two-story western-style buildings, covering an area of ​​about 150 square meters.

  The combined area of ​​upstairs and downstairs must be enough for a family to live in.

   After turning a corner in the residential area, the convoy stopped in front of one of the houses.

  Colonel Valdo Grama nodded in satisfaction after seeing the house.

   Mrs. Granma was obviously also very satisfied with this house, and a rare smile appeared on her face again.

   "Sir, this is the residence arranged for you."

  Second Lieutenant Alberto Dill handed a small cloth bag to Colonel Valdo Grama.

  Give the other party to open the door of their own house in person.

  Colonel Valdo Grama took it and handed it to Mrs. Grama.

   Madam took the small cloth bag with excitement and walked towards the door.

   Mr. Colonel looked around and saw several giant warships parked by the sea not far away, he couldn't help being deeply shocked.

   Then he said to Second Lieutenant Alberto Dill indifferently:

   "Who are my neighbors?"

   "Sir, all the field officers of our base live here.

  However, I don't know who is actually living in that house. "

  Second Lieutenant Alberto Dill politely answered Mr. Colonel's question. He didn't really know who lived in these houses.

  However, after a brief contact today, he decided that it would be better not to talk to the colonel in front of him about some things.

   "Then do you know where Colonel Fang Lang is?

  I think I need to talk to him. "

  Colonel Valdo Grama showed disrespect to Fang Lang, the commander of the First Fleet, which made Lieutenant Alberto Dill and others very dissatisfied.

  The second lieutenant knew that he was only a second lieutenant officer, and it was impossible to conflict with the colonel in front of him.

  However, as an officer of the second division of the logistics department, he has already made up his mind to use a magnifying glass to stare at the arrogant and domineering colonel in front of him.

  He secretly felt ruthless, don't let him get caught.

  If there is a chance, he must let the other party know who is the talker in the First Fleet.

   "Sir, I think Chief Fang should be in the office now.

  Because, recently, he has been discussing the strategy and tactics of the aircraft carrier battle group with Major General Clark of the advisory group.

  Work is very busy, if you want to see him, I can make an appointment for you. "

   "Advisory group? Is it the advisory group of the US military?"

"Yes, sir."

  Colonel Valdo Grama thought to himself, no wonder the instructors I saw at the training ground today are so similar to the training instructors of the expeditionary force back then.

   "Are the soldiers training we saw on the road today the Marines under my command?"

  Second Lieutenant Alberto Dill curled his lips inwardly when he heard the question from Mr. Colonel, full of disdain.

  What is your Marine Corps?

   is the Marine Corps of the First Fleet, the Marine Corps belonging to Colonel Fang, and you are just a new outsider.

  If you can't get Colonel Fang's approval, you are nothing.

  Of course, these can only be thought about in my heart, and I still said with a smile on my face:

   "Of course, sir."

   "I remember that these soldiers have all experienced recruit training! Why do they have to go through such high-intensity training again?"

  Colonel Valdo Grama said the question he had been wanting to ask after seeing the lively training scene in the base.

  Because, he knows very well that if the troops have been in a state of high-intensity training, it is impossible for him to stop the training and take over the command.

   Ask him to repeat and follow up his training experience in the United States, but he is not very willing.

  Every day exposed to the wind and the sun, abusing themselves, only sick people will think about doing it again.

   Now that there is no war pressure, he doesn't understand why Fang Lang organizes troops for such high-intensity training.

   This kind of training requires a very scary daily consumption.

   Not to mention the loss of guns and ammunition, the expenditure on food and drink alone is at least three levels higher than usual.

   Is the navy so rich.

  If Fang Lang knew what this guy was thinking, he would definitely spit old phlegm on his face. It's not your money, it's none of your business!

   If it is not used, how will Shata Company's business develop.

  Who sells the arms and ammunition of the arms company established by myself, no brains.

  It's a pity that he asked Ensign Alberto Dill, not to mention whether Mr. Ensign knew the answer to this question.

  Based on the thoughts in Mr. Second Lieutenant's mind now, if he knows, he will say he doesn't know.

  So, the second lieutenant said as expected:

   "Sir, this kind of problem is not something that I, a little second lieutenant in the staff department, can know.

  If you want to know, you can go to Colonel Fang for advice.

  I only know that this training will last for six months. At the beginning of the training mobilization meeting, General Crook, Chief of Staff of the Navy Department, presided over it.

  According to His Excellency the General, he will come to inspect the results in six months. "

  (end of this chapter)

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