"Bell ......"

The phone in the office rang by chance, and the joy of Stilwell and Vettier suddenly subsided.

Wittier took the lead in walking over, picked up the phone, and said directly: "This is the headquarters of the 7th Division of the Army, General Stilwell's office, who ......are you?"

"Uh...... General Marshall...... Yes, I'm ...... General Stilwell was right next to me...... What the...... You say that the 1st Marine Division ......"

"Yes...... Be...... We prepared immediately...... Guaranteed completion of the task...... Let those swaggering guys taste the power of the Army's Seventh Division......"

Hearing Wittier's words, Stilwell frowned slightly, took out a cigar from the humidor, lit it and smoked it.

When Wittier hung up the phone, he hurriedly said to Stilwell, who was frowning and smoking a cigar: "General, damn it, the 1st Marine Division has been approved by the high-level, and Major General Sweet has led the officer corps, and I have to come to our 7th Division to observe the training of the intensive training." ”

"Sweet? During the First World War, this guy only knew how to squat in the trench to pee his pants, but he didn't expect to be promoted to rear admiral when he arrived in the navy! Stilwell looked at his brigadier general's epaulettes, a little dissatisfied, although Marshall had already played the ticket and his rank of major general would be down immediately, but when he thought of the First World War, that coward had arrived in the navy and was already a rear admiral, he was unhappy in his heart.

Marshall's military rank was also Major General, but he held the rank of Army General.

The reason why the ranks of these generals in the army have not been able to rise is that in recent years, too many high-level leaders have focused on the navy, and the army has become a queen in the eyes of some people.

"General, General Marshall has another word for me to tell you, this is not an order, but it is the honor of the Army, and he told us to use no matter what method we use, as long as we don't cause trouble, and shock those ill-intentioned Marine Corps officers!" Wittier said.

"You go to the training team and let the boys show their spirits, the Seventh Division of the Army is not just coming if you want to!" Stilwell said indignantly.

"I'll go right away!" Wittier said hurriedly.

Stilwell nodded. explained another sentence and said: "Let Liu and Major Jiang hide some secrets, don't show any hole cards, there will be a battle waiting for them in a month." I don't want the Marines to get to the bottom of it. ”

"Don't worry, general, I will definitely tell him!" Wittier gave a military salute and turned and walked out of Stilwell's office.

was quite satisfied with the residence and office space, and the fat man was satisfied, so Jiang Lai pushed him to the camp. But there was no one to see, so when he came to the training ground, he saw a group of training officers standing in the sun and enjoying the sunbathing, which made him slightly stunned.

"Yes, you know that you are actively abused?" The fat man smiled, no matter what he did, he took the initiative to do it, and he would always be passively done with high results.

These grassroots officers were able to take the initiative to stand at the training ground and wait for him, which explained the two-day run-in. This group of Yankees has already thrown their previous passive training thoughts to the country of Guawa, and this is the team he is ready to officially start training.

"Five minutes later, you bring the personal information you wrote last night to the conference room, and the fat man and Colonel Jiang will group you."

"Disbanded now!" As soon as the fat man's voice fell, the group of officers walked to the camp as if they had been granted amnesty, and Kudelle hurriedly stepped forward and pushed his wheelchair to the conference room of the training team.

Jiang Lai followed silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Five minutes later. One by one, the officers taught Jiang Lai about the personal situation they wrote last night, what kind of troops they had served in the army, and their personal preferences.

Many of these officers were cadets. But there are also many more who become officers by virtue of their military exploits, and before that they have served as machine gunners, riflemen, artillerymen, and other types of troops.

The ones who can drive jump out, the machine gunners pick them out, the artillerymen pick them out, and I don't know if it's too much of a coincidence, anyway, the number of people in each class is just enough for a four-squad match.

Three drivers. There are three M2 heavy machine guns on board, a co-pilot and co-shooter.

plus Keith as the class leader, exactly ten people.

And then the remaining three squads, one of which was eight people with 60 mortar experience, formed a squad.

The two infantry squads of twenty-four men were equipped with M1 Garand, with the exception of Thomson and Browning automatic rifles, and the precision marksman's Springfield sniper rifles.

As soon as the personnel were assigned, the fat man asked Jiang Lai to open the list of bullets and firearms, and handed it to Kudeller next to him to ask him to go to the quartermaster office to collect it.

Kudelle had barely left, when a soldier guarding the gate of the training camp came running to inform him that Wittier was waiting outside the gate.

He wondered what Wittier was doing at this time, but he didn't hesitate to let the soldiers go immediately.

When Wittier arrived, the fat man asked Jiang Lai to take charge of the following things, but he and Wittier went outside.

Wittier hurriedly took out the Brazilian cigar he was reluctant to smoke, respectfully handed it over, lit the fire for him, and then said to him: "I just received a notice from General Marshall that the commander of the 1st Marine Division, Major General Sweet, is leading several officers to come to the training team to observe and observe. ”

"Just observing?" The fat man didn't believe Wittier's statement and asked.

"General Stilwell asked me to tell you, as long as you don't cause trouble, find a way to embarrass those Marine Corps officers!" Wittier laughed.

"The fat man only trains soldiers, and doesn't care about the rest!" The fat man was holding a cigar in his mouth, not to be fooled, anyway, he was not from the Seventh Division of the Army, and promising to help Stilwell did not mean that he could help Stilwell toss the Marines.

"Uh...... Can't you just do a small favor? Wittier watched the fat man holding a cigar, and his heart was ruthless, this cigar was the best in Brazil, he was reluctant to smoke it, and he honored the fat man, but the fat man didn't buy it.

"Is this a small favor?" The fat man heard that the US Army and the Navy do not deal with each other very well, and the Marines under the Navy are coming at this time, and it is possible that they are coming to the gym.

It's no good, what is he doing lying in troubled waters, originally he trained officers for Stilwell, just for Stilwell's value, in addition to training, he didn't want to teach people a lesson and kick the Marines' ass.

Isn't this to find him an enemy? Without some oil and water, he won't do it.

"This ...... This doesn't seem like a small favor. Wittier smiled bitterly, it seems that this fat man also has times when he is not good at talking!

"General Stilwell told you to cover up in front of those Marines lest they get acquainted with our path." Wittier turned to the second, as for embarrassing the officers of the Marine Corps in this way, it was their own business for the Seventh Division.

The fat man was slightly stunned, didn't he look down on him too much...... (To be continued.) )