Although Colonel Waldo Granma participated in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, his performance was clearly that of a typical Brazilian old-school officer.
This kind of behavior is destined to make it difficult for him to integrate into the new First Fleet.
Considering that his father-in-law was the former Minister of the Army, it was even more impossible for Fang Lang to give him any allowance.
If this gets to the Brazilian Ministry of Defense, it might prompt the higher-ups to send people down to investigate.
At this moment, Colonel Waldo Granma was somewhat confused as to why the soldiers of the First Fleet had the courage to refuse the orders of a colonel like him.
This situation would never happen in other armies.
Because the first step of military training is to teach all soldiers to obey, and obeying the orders of superiors is the soldiers' code of conduct.
And today, some junior officers actually refused to follow his orders for the sake of so-called military honor.
Combined with the fact that the person who came to receive him today was just a small second lieutenant, he couldn't help but start wondering whether this second lieutenant was instructed by someone to deliberately embarrass him.
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Even deliberately provoking his anger and making him do something irrational.
This was also the reason why he resisted the urge to draw his gun and directly shot the lieutenant who disobeyed orders.
After the little incident at the airport, everyone seemed a little silent after getting on the bus.
The strong Colonel Waldo Granma was also wondering at this moment whether there was any conspiracy involved.
Mrs. Granma was also a little absent-minded, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
There were only three children who didn't know what was going on and were looking at this huge military camp with a look of curiosity.
The convoy drove out of the airport, passed through several checkpoints, and entered the heavily guarded military camp.
The situation in the camp was beyond Colonel Waldo Granma's expectations, because now that the war was over, most of the Brazilian army no longer conducted any training.
Soldiers without missions often wander around the barracks in a casual manner, or play ball games. Some of them even hide away to play board games that are banned by the army.
But this was not the case in the military camp in Natal. At least after entering the gate, Colonel Waldo Granma did not see any soldiers who seemed to be wandering around.
He was very surprised to find that the soldiers walking on the road kept marching in formation regardless of whether they were carrying weapons or not.
He even looked around to see if there were any military police nearby.
In his impression, soldiers could only abide by military discipline so strictly when they were inspected by the military police.
The Brazilian army's military police actually don't care what the soldiers do or how they do it during their rest time.
The vehicles passed through the concrete barracks and entered a huge training ground.
The soldiers were undergoing the American-style training that he was fairly familiar with under the leadership of an officer, but he noticed that some of the training content was something he had never encountered before.
But there is one thing he can be sure of, the intensity of the training here is far greater than the training they received in the United States.
Although it was almost evening, Natal was located in the tropical region of the southern hemisphere and the sun was still scorching.
However, the soldiers on the training ground were training desperately as if they were unaware of the situation. He could even see several major officers among them, also covered in mud, crawling over the muddy barbed wire.
Machine gun bullets fired not far away were whizzing past the barbed wire. The soldiers under the barbed wire were so scared that they couldn't raise their heads. A guy who looked like an American instructor was standing next to the machine gun, roaring loudly and urging the soldiers to pass quickly.
This scene seemed to bring him back to the days of training in the United States. Although he did not have to go through such training, he felt that it was simply a torture when he thought about it.
Mrs. Granma, who was sitting aside in a daze, was now frightened and pale.
The constant screams from her mouth caused the instructors at the training ground to glare at her angrily.
Colonel Waldo Granma also quickly hugged his wife in his arms and comforted her softly.
He didn't dare to bare his teeth to the instructors who were looking at him, because he could smell the scent of American instructors from these people.
However, the children in the back car were very curious about this training scene which they had never seen before. They kept pointing and discussing.
The soldiers wearing army uniforms and carrying their luggage looked at everything in front of them in amazement, as if they were back on the European battlefield.
Finally, the vehicle passed through the training ground and arrived at a beach by the sea.
Mrs. Granma's emotions finally calmed down. Mrs. Granma, who was born in Rio de Janeiro, was not someone who had never seen the sea.
However, when the vehicle passed through the busy training ground and saw the beach, Mrs. Granma actually felt a sense of excitement as if she had survived a disaster.
But the good mood did not last long, and Mrs. Granma saw a scene that made her feel very depressed.
A group of soldiers in shorts were being supervised by instructors and doing push-ups in the sea water. The moment they lay down, their entire bodies were submerged in the sea water and they could not breathe at all.
I don’t know if it was because the instructors didn’t shout out the command, so the soldiers didn’t prop up their bodies.
This is more like a breath-holding exercise.
"It's such a shame. Such a beautiful sea view and such a beautiful beach, but a bunch of soldiers are training here."
Mrs. Grama finally couldn't help but complain.
Colonel Waldo Granma quickly grabbed her waist and comforted her:
"When the time comes, I'll chase them all away, and our family can walk peacefully on this beautiful beach."
Lieutenant Alberto Dill was sitting in the co-pilot seat. When he heard what Colonel Waldo Granma said, a look of contempt flashed across his eyes.
Even the driver frowned after hearing the conversation between the two.
Finally, the vehicle drove into a residential area by the sea. These houses were all residential houses built during the period when Americans were stationed there.
Most of them are American-style two-story buildings, covering an area of about 150 square meters.
The combined area of upstairs and downstairs is definitely enough for a family to live in.
The convoy turned a corner in a residential area and stopped in front of one of the houses.
When Colonel Waldo Granma saw the house, he nodded with satisfaction.
Mrs. Granma was obviously very satisfied with the house, and a rare smile appeared on her face again.
"Sir, this is the residence arranged for you."
Lieutenant Alberto Dill handed a small cloth bag to Colonel Waldo Granma.
Indicate to the other party to open the door in person.
Colonel Waldo Granma took it and handed it to Mrs. Granma beside him.
The lady picked up the small cloth bag with excitement on her face and walked towards the door.
The Colonel looked around and saw several giant warships parked on the beach not far away. He was involuntarily deeply shocked.
Then he turned to Lieutenant Albert Dill and said indifferently:
“Who are my neighbors?”
“Sir, all the colonel-level officers in our base live here.
But I don’t know who lives in that house.”
Lieutenant Albert Dill answered the Colonel's question politely. He did not really not know who lived in these houses.
However, after a brief contact today, he decided that it would be better not to tell some things to the colonel in front of him.
"Then do you know where Colonel Fang Lang is?
I think I need to talk to him.”
Colonel Waldo Granma showed no respect for Fang Lang, the commander-in-chief of the First Fleet, which made Lieutenant Alberto Dill and others very dissatisfied.
The second lieutenant knew that he was only a second lieutenant and it was impossible for him to conflict with the colonel in front of him.
However, as an officer of the Second Section of the Logistics Department, he had already made up his mind to use a magnifying glass to keep a close eye on the arrogant and domineering army colonel in front of him.
I secretly made up my mind not to let him catch me.
If he had the chance, he would let the other party know who was the boss in the First Fleet.
“Sir, I think Commander Fang should be in the office now.
Because recently he has been discussing the strategies and tactics of the aircraft carrier battle group with Major General Clark from the advisory group.
He is very busy at work, but if you want to see him, I can make an appointment for you.”
"Advisory group? Is it the US military's advisory group?"
"Yes, sir."
Colonel Waldo Granma thought to himself, no wonder the instructors he met at the training ground today were so similar to the training instructors of the expeditionary force.
"Are those soldiers in training that we saw on the road today the Marines under my command?"
When Lieutenant Albert Dill heard the colonel's question, he curled his lips in his heart with disdain.
What are the Marines under your command?
They are the Marines of the First Fleet, belonging to Colonel Fang. You are just a new outsider.
If you can't get Colonel Fang's approval, you are nothing.
Of course, I can only think about these in my mind, and I still said with a smile on my face:
"Of course, sir."
"I remember that these soldiers have all gone through recruit training! Why do they have to go through such high-intensity training again?"
Colonel Waldo Granma asked the question he had always wanted to ask after seeing the intense training scene at the base.
Because he knew very well that if the troops continued to be in a state of high-intensity training, it would be impossible for him to stop training and take over the command.
He was not very willing to repeat his training experience in the United States.
Being exposed to the wind and sun every day and abusing yourself, only a sick person would want to do it again.
Now that there is no pressure of war, he doesn't understand why Fang Lang wants to organize the troops to undergo such high-intensity training.
The daily energy required for such training is very scary.
Not to mention the loss of guns and ammunition, the food expenses alone are 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 on his face. It's not your money, it's none of your business!
If not, how can Shata Company carry out its business?
Who would he sell the weapons and ammunition of the arms company he founded to? He is a brainless idiot.
Unfortunately, the person he asked was Lieutenant Albert Dill, and he didn't say whether the lieutenant knew the answer to this question.
Judging from what the lieutenant is thinking now, even if he knows, he will say he doesn't know.
Therefore, the lieutenant said as expected:
"Sir, this is not something a small lieutenant like me in the staff department can answer.
If you want to know, you can go and ask Colonel Fang.
All I know is that this training will last for six months, and the training mobilization meeting was chaired by General Crook, Chief of the Navy's General Staff.
According to the general, he will come to inspect the results in six months."
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