"General, Mr. Liu hasn't brought the team back yet, and with his training method, I'm afraid that the body of this group of grassroots officers will collapse?" Wittier said worriedly to Stilwell.

"Wittier, my chief of staff, don't make a fuss!"

Stilwell put down the magnifying glass in his hand, looked up from the map, and smiled at Wittier: "Since we have delegated authority to let him train this group of grassroots officers, we should trust him, I think, Liu should be able to grasp the training." ”

In fact, at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Wittier frequently went outside to check and ask the soldiers guarding the camp of the training team, and the junior officers of the training team did not come back, but each time they came back disappointed.

Stilwell felt that Wittier was too nervous, perhaps because Witttier didn't know about the fat man, of course, he didn't know either, but he believed in the principle that people don't need to be suspicious, and people are not suspicious.

"General, I'm not afraid that Liu will make a certain amount of time? Besides, he drove in the morning and many people came back, and he trained like this, I am afraid that in a month's time, there will be less than a platoon of grassroots officers participating in the training! Wittier smiled wryly.

Stilwell smiled and said nothing, yes, if there was less than a platoon of junior officers participating in the training camp in January, then his promise to Marshall would have been in vain.

What's more, Marshall also hoped that the grassroots officers of this intensive training force would promote the reform of the army.

"The confrontation with the army divisions and marines in a month later is related to General Marshall's plan, isn't it, we will tell Liu about the plan?" Wittier said.

"My chief of staff, I know what you're worried about, I can remind Liu that the grassroots officers participating in the training camp must maintain at least one platoon of personnel!" Stilwell nodded and said.

However, he changed his tone and continued: "I don't need to tell him about participating in the confrontation in a month's time, I want to see how he trains my soldiers, not to train for the sake of participating in the confrontation." ”

"Yes, General!" Wittier nodded. I agreed.

Although Stilwell was smiling, he was actually playing drums in his heart, and by two o'clock in the afternoon, the team had not returned. He couldn't help but be anxious.

The scorching sun was scorching the earth and making people drowsy, but Stilwell and Wittier were not tired at all.

"Chief of Staff, accompany me and wait for them." Stilwell put down the English version of "The Legend of the Anti-Japanese Heroes" that he watched for the third time, and Zou Mei stood up. To Wittier Dao.

Waittier nodded hurriedly, keeping up with Stilwell, and the two lieutenants hurried to keep up with their immediate superiors.

The two of them came to the station of the Seventh Division, sat in the shade of a tree, each with a cigar, and looked at their watches from time to time while smoking, waiting for the return of the training team.

It was almost three o'clock when the camera finally showed a group of fully armed soldiers, stumbling down the road.

And the Willis Jeep that the fat man was riding, and the truck that followed directly let Stilwell and Wittier determine. The training team is back.

The two hurriedly got up, and the fat man on the jeep in the distance seemed to have spotted Stilwell and Wittier waiting, so Jiang Lai sped up and quickly drove to the front of the Seventh Division's station.

As soon as Jiang Lai stopped the car, the adjutants of Stilwell and Wittier hurriedly stepped forward and carried the fat man and the wheelchair off.

"General, I'm really interested, you also come out to bask in the sun on this hot day!" The fat man slid the wheelchair on duty and smiled at Stilwell in the past.

"Liu. I'm not in a good mood, but I just think that you and the officers at the grassroots level have missed lunch time. Stilwell said with a smile, although he didn't mean to blame the fat man in the slightest. But there is a kind of anxiety that is implied.

"General, there is a saying that I don't know if the fat master should say or not." The fat man didn't know what he meant, and said with a smile.

"Liu, if you have anything to say, just say it directly." Stilwell became interested, looked at him and smiled.

"War. Won't cancel because we're hungry! He was still smiling, and he knew that this veteran general who had experienced the First World War must understand this truth.

"It is very good to say that military training should be based on the actual situation of war." Stilwell nodded, looking at him with admiration in his eyes, this fat man did have something extraordinary.

Stilwell also had no complaints about his training method of not caring for the body of the training officer.

Just like the fat man said, war will not happen because everyone is hungry!

This fits the theme of Sima Scher's preparations, and Stilwell sighed in his heart, no wonder Marshall would favor this fat man.

The officers who were training in groups of three or five, supporting each other to the gate of the Seventh Division's station, many of the grassroots officers could not hold on, but when Stilwell was present, they still saluted and then entered the station.

"Jiang Lai, you follow up and make arrangements, the fat man has something to say to General Stilwell." The fat man said to Jiang Lai, who was driving.

Jiang Lai nodded, started the car, and caught up with the training team that had already entered the station.

"Liu, the general and I are just about to tell you." Wittier said.

He turned his head and looked at Stilwell with an inquiring expression, and Stilwell nodded, allowing him to confirm that Stilwell and Waittier were indeed looking for him.

"Liu, you haven't had lunch yet, how about we talk while we return?" Stilwell laughed.

"Yes." He nodded, and Stilwell's lieutenant next to him hurriedly pushed his wheelchair and followed Stilwell to the station.

The three men and the two lieutenants walked together to the gate of the camp, and the sentry on duty at the gate immediately saluted, while Stilwell and Wittier returned the salute.

"Liu, you tell us first, what you want to tell us." Stilwell felt that this matter, or let the fat man say first, the training team was newly established, there should still be imperfections, and I also wanted to see if he had any requirements?

"The training team needs a doctor and two nurses who train with the team!" The fat man will not be polite, this is the personnel ration he needs the most.

He continued: "Of course, doctors and nurses don't have to participate in training, but they do have to be with the team. ”

"This request, no problem, I promise you." Stilwell nodded and said.

"Today, Lieutenant Case of G Company suffered a heat stroke, but fortunately, it was handled in time, and he should be able to train normally tomorrow!" After the fat man finished speaking, he told Lieutenant Case about the process of heat stroke, and said it mildly, of course, he gave up the process of treating heat stroke with Artemisia annua.

He has selfish intentions for these Americans, who knows if these Yankees know the effect of emergency Chinese herbal medicine, will they get to the bottom of it?

Maybe he will pester him, and take out all the wild survival skills and some botanical properties in his stomach, and he still hides a fart...... (To be continued.) )