Just when Fang Lang was feeling smug about getting the old man's calligraphy, in the Brazilian Army camp on the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, Ivy Gilmore, the last Brazilian Army division commander left in the camp, was standing at the gate of the camp to greet his old superior, Lieutenant General Chiz Whiteman, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Brazilian Army.
"Your Excellency General, welcome!"
Seeing the Deputy Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Keez Whiteman, who was traveling lightly, although Ivy Gilmore was a little confused, he still stood at attention and saluted enthusiastically, and personally opened the car door for the other party.
Lieutenant General Keez Whiteman was a short, fat, bald old man in his early fifties. He needed only a slight hop to get out of the back seat of the latest Aston Martin military jeep.
As he landed on the ground, his military uniform, which was bulging high due to his belly, shook uncontrollably a few times, and several buttons seemed to be about to pop out at any time.
Of course, the people around saw this situation, but no one dared to express any opinions. After all, the other party was the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army Department, and everyone here was his subordinate. Who would be so stubborn as to make fun of their superior?
But Lieutenant General Chiz Whiteman was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to his image or the looks of the officers around him. He just glanced around and lowered his voice and said:
"Didn't I tell you that I came here privately this time and didn't want too many people to know? Why are there so many people welcoming me?"
The dissatisfaction in his tone was palpable. Ivy Gilmore's embarrassment flashed across his face. It seemed that this time he had flattered the horse's leg. Didn't General Chiz Whiteman like grand ceremonies the most in the past? Why was he different this time?
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But since the commander had spoken, he naturally had to make up for his mistake immediately, and quickly lowered his voice and said:
"So, should I just ask them to withdraw first, or what?"
Upon hearing this, General Chiz Whiteman glared at the guy, forced a smile on his face with dissatisfaction, and raised his hand to salute the officers around him.
Then he whispered to Ivy Gilmore:
"Everyone has come and seen me. What's the point of asking them to withdraw now? Remember, I'm here to inspect today."
After saying that, he walked towards a group of officers waiting not far away with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand from a distance, shook hands with all the officers, and expressed his condolences to everyone very warmly.
These officers were soldiers who had stayed on the Pakistan-Argentina border and had been in confrontation with Argentina for a long time. Now that they saw the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army coming to express their condolences, they were naturally very happy.
After a cordial conversation with everyone, General Keez Whiteman declined the photo session arranged by the clerk and came to his office accompanied by Ivy Gilmore.
Because Brazil and Argentina have been in a border standoff in recent years, the Brazilian army has built the garrison here into a permanent fortification, and the garrison camp is also a sturdy reinforced concrete brick and tile house.
The office of Ivy Gilmore, who was the last one to be evacuated, was not luxurious but definitely spacious.
After inviting General Keez Whiteman into his office, Ivy Gilmore attentively poured him some coffee and sat beside his superior, waiting for instructions.
"General, it's my fault. I failed to fully understand your instructions and caused you trouble."
Hearing this, General Chiz Whiteman did not say much. He just picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip, and then slowly said:
"Ivy! We have been working together for more than 30 years!"
Hearing the old commander suddenly bring up this topic, Ivy Gilmore's heart tightened, thinking that the other party was blaming him. He quickly stood up from the stool, bowed slightly, and said to General Chiz Whiteman very respectfully:
"General, this year marks the 30th anniversary of your death. When you were a platoon leader, I was your most capable squad leader. Now that you are the deputy chief of staff of the Army Department, I am still your most capable division commander."
General Chiz Whiteman smiled at Ivy Gilmore's words of apparent loyalty, and said with emotion:
"Yes! Thirty years have passed without me noticing. Back then, our army had such a comfortable life! And now... Alas!"
Seeing General Keez Whiteman's emotional look, Ivy Gilmore was a little confused for a moment. In his opinion, the army's days have been getting better and better in recent years!
When they first joined the army, the Brazilian army was not excellent in any aspect, and could only barely pass the test. Even the equipment was varied, and the logistical support was far from being as rich as it is now. Not to mention that the two of them could reach their current positions.
But since my leader said so, he must have his reasons. As a subordinate, I must not jump out and sing against him!
So, after a little thought, he quickly agreed:
"Yes! Life is really bad now, all because of that arrogant guy in Argentina, who dragged us from our base to this border and tormented us for several years."
Hearing this, Qizi Whiteman couldn't help but frown. This guy has been with him for nearly 30 years after all! He doesn't even have this kind of tacit understanding. He can't understand what he means.
But thinking about it, he felt relieved because the other party had been staying on the Pakistan-Afghanistan border in the past few years and had not continued to stay by his side to receive teachings.
"Yes! It's really not easy for you frontline commanders. The Ministry of National Defense transferred you to this remote area with just one order.
If you ask me, we should not have remained restrained when the Argentines provoked us. We could have completely defeated those Argentine soldiers with just one charge.
Why is there such a need to go through so much trouble now, stationing a large army here and preventing the brothers from returning home? "
At this moment, Ivy Gilmore finally understood the hidden meaning in General Chiz Whiteman's words. It seemed that the other party was complaining to him about his dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Defense!
Considering that the person in charge of the Ministry of National Defense is General Crook, who was once the Minister of the Navy, he had some guesses in his mind, so he tentatively said:
"Alas! Who can blame us for not being the army's people in charge? We in the army will naturally have to stand aside."
As soon as these words were spoken, Chiz Whiteman's eyes lit up, but fortunately he was also a cunning old man, and he quickly hid this emotion quietly.
Then he said with emotion:
"Alas! Who says it's not true? The current Army Department is no longer the original Army Department. Many guys, for their own personal interests, have disregarded their dignity and directly sided with their former opponents. They really have no respect for their dignity!"
Although Chiz Whiteman concealed it well, Ivy Gilmore had been with him for nearly thirty years, so how could he not notice his emotional changes? At this moment, he realized that he had guessed his thoughts correctly.
He smiled calmly and continued:
"Yes! Only someone like you who still sticks to principles can continue to work hard for the interests of our army and prevent our voices from being completely suppressed by the navy."
Ivy Gilmore knew very well what kind of person General Keez Whiteman was. Now seeing his compassionate look, people who didn't know him might really believe that he was a good officer who was wholeheartedly concerned about the army.
But Ivy Gilmore is not someone else! He has been with him for thirty years, how could he not understand him! Now that he said this, he must have other ideas.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, General Chiz Whiteman spoke directly.
"You really understand me, Ivy! It's really hard for me now. There are fewer and fewer people in the Army Department who are willing to continue to maintain the dignity of our Army. Everyone has become a sycophant. If this continues, our Army will sooner or later become a vassal of the Navy."
Ivy Gilmore certainly understood the purpose of the other party's words. If he didn't express his opinion at this time, he would not be able to find common topics with the other party, and he would not be able to continue to follow the other party's footsteps.
"Please rest assured, General. I will always stand with you and resolutely resist the navy's infiltration into us and maintain the dignity that the army deserves."
Hearing this, General Chiz Whiteman once again showed a satisfied smile on his face. He patted Ivy Gilmore's arm and said:
"Haha...Okay, you are indeed a good brother, Ivy, I was not wrong about you."
Seeing Chiz Whiteman like this, Ivy Gilmore breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he still didn't understand the other party's purpose of coming here today, it now seems that it won't be wrong to follow the other party's words.
After all, he and the other party were from the same faction and should support each other. In fact, the relationship between the two was not completely a superior-subordinate relationship. Compared with the other party's deputy chief of staff, he, as a division commander, had more power.
He also preferred the feeling of leading troops on the front line. Chiz Whiteman had long wanted to get a higher position in the Army Department, so he took the initiative to squeeze into the Army Department.
But after so many years, he only managed to get a job as the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army Department. Apparently, it was not easy to get a job in the Army Department. However, the other party was still nominally the superior leader of their grassroots troops.
Therefore, when the other party came, he must still maintain enough respect. As for the other party's purpose! That depends on the specific situation. Since the other party said that he came to see him in a private capacity this time, he must have a purpose, but he didn't know what it was yet.
"Haha... Of course, we are veterans of the Army for more than 30 years. Of course, we stand on the side of the Army."
After confirming Ivy Gilmore's attitude, Qiz Whiteman did not hesitate and continued:
"The Tiger I tank developed by Fangyuan Group has been officially finalized recently. Have you heard about this news?"
Hearing this, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Ivy Gilmore's eyes. As an army commander, who wouldn't want to lead powerful armored vehicles?
But as an officer who had never participated in the European war, although he served as the commander of an infantry division in Brazil, he was also very clear that his future would end here.
Now that Chiz Whiteman suddenly came to him and discussed the topic of new tanks with him, his spirits immediately perked up. He looked at Chiz Whiteman anxiously and said:
"Yes, this is a big deal for our army. How could we not have heard of it? Why? Has the Army Department decided how to put it into service?"
Seeing his anxious look, a hint of smile flashed across Qizi Whiteman's eyes, but he had to pretend to be sad as he said:
"Ah! Speaking of this matter, I am filled with anger. Originally, the finalization of the domestically produced tanks was great news for our army.
There was also a heated discussion within the Army Department on how to equip the troops. In my opinion, each infantry division should be equipped with at least one battalion to one regiment of tanks to ensure fairness.
The brothers won’t have any big objections.”
Given Ivy Gilmore's position in the Army, he knew very well that it was impossible for him to directly convert all his personnel into an armored division, so Chiz Whiteman's statement was most beneficial to him.
Not to mention a regiment, even if it was just equipped with a battalion of tanks, the combat effectiveness of his division would be increased exponentially. So, after hearing this, he couldn't wait to say:
"Really? That's great! Haha... This will definitely make our combat effectiveness a qualitative leap."
Looking at the other person's appearance, Qizi Whiteman sighed softly and said:
"Alas! Unfortunately, those guys did not agree with my idea. They all said that tanks can only exert their greatest power if they are used in a concentrated manner.
Therefore, they all requested to prioritize the reorganization of an armored division. What was even more hateful was that they were actually planning to let the traitor Wolf Fairclough, who had defected to the navy, be the commander of this armored division.
Don't you think this is nonsense? This guy was just a combat staff officer under my command. After he joined the Navy, he was sent directly to the United States Military Academy at West Point to study. After returning from his studies, he became the commander of a motorized division.
Now he is going to become the commander of the third armored division in the country. If they really succeed, then those of us who are still insisting on maintaining the dignity of the army will become a joke, right? "
To Ivy Gilmore, these words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring cold water all over his heart. If he hadn't known that Cheez Whiteman said they had a chance to get at least a battalion of tanks, he would have forgotten about it.
But after what Chiz Whiteman said earlier, wasn't it the same as taking the tank battalion that was about to be in his hands away from him? How could he bear this?
Suddenly, his face fell.
"Assholes, these damn traitors, how dare they do this? In order to lick the navy's boots, have they even given up their most basic dignity?"
Seeing the furious Ivy Gilmore, a hint of pride flashed in Qiz Whiteman's eyes, and he continued to add fuel to the fire with an indignant look on his face:
"Yes! Now these guys have lost even the most basic bottom line. Our Minister of the Army is also a waste. Not only can he not lead our army to continue to win on the battlefield, but he is also about to lose control of the Army.
If we continue like this, in less than two years, our army will become a vassal of the navy. By then, we old soldiers in the army will probably be eliminated too!"
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