Expedition to Europe

There are many things Qin Zhiyuan wants to do, and there are many things Qin Zhiyuan can do.

The superior does not have to do things personally. Putting the right people in the right positions, controlling the general direction, and stimulating the subjective initiative of subordinates are what a qualified leader should do.

Qin Zhiyuan has always been unimpressed by the diligent emperors in ancient China. It is not that diligence is bad, but that leaders are too diligent and manage too many things, which will cause the laziness of subordinates. Anyway, if subordinates make suggestions, the leader will still overturn them, or have other ideas, so the subordinates don’t have to use their brains. It is more worry-free for subordinates to do what the leader says.

Qin Zhiyuan will not do this. For example, when he handed over the troops to Chen Kangjian, Hu Tingfeng and others, Qin Zhiyuan would not interfere in specific affairs. The daily training or intensity of the troops is all controlled by the grassroots military chiefs. Qin Zhiyuan only looks at the results. If the results are not good, just change people.

In this way, the subjective initiative of the grassroots military chiefs will be fully stimulated, and Qin Zhiyuan does not need to urge them at all. The training work of the troops will not be relaxed for a day.

For example, in a battalion, there are three companies. The usual training programs are arranged by the company commander, and the training effect is evaluated by the battalion commander. The battalion commander is only responsible for the assessment and does not interfere with the usual training. The three companies are compared, and the one with the worst performance should be careful.

The battalion commander does not need to worry. The company commander with the worst performance will naturally learn from his mistakes and make strict requirements. He will not give up until he gets the first place in the next evaluation. If you give up, it will be easy. There are many people waiting to come out.

As long as there is competition, there will be no lack of motivation.

So, is the battalion commander fine?

No, the battalion commander has more things to do.

The butt determines the head. Every social role has social responsibilities to bear.

In the position of company commander, you may only need to worry about tomorrow's training program, the physical condition of the troops, the morale of the soldiers, etc. When you reach the position of battalion commander, you have to consider the cooperation between different arms, the arrangement of logistics supply, whether to learn French to facilitate communication with the French, and other issues.

Of course, the things that the battalion commander needs to learn, the company commander can also learn. If you learn, the company commander is the battalion commander's backup. If you don't learn, then well, don't complain if your colleagues keep getting promoted while you are standing still.

On the way to Boulogne-Billancourt, Qin Zhiyuan kept thinking about these questions.

As a member of the tank research team, Qin Zhiyuan couldn't just let it go and let it go. He had to show up at Renault every once in a while.

Just go and have a look. It has nothing to do with someone.

Qin Zhiyuan told himself.

Amiens is not far from Boulogne-Billancourt. Qin Zhiyuan, dressed in casual clothes, drove to Boulogne-Billancourt in less than an hour.

When passing by a flower shop in Paris, Qin Zhiyuan saw that the flowers were really bright, so he stopped the car on the side of the road and prepared to buy a bunch to take with him.

The owner of the flower shop was a middle-aged man in his forties, but after seeing Qin Zhiyuan, he signaled the flower shop to close and no longer receive customers.

"Why? Someone just came out here." Qin Zhiyuan was a little depressed.

When supplies were scarce, Qin Zhiyuan finally saw a flower shop and prepared to buy two bouquets and bring one back to Misha.

"That was just now. I won't sell it now." The shopkeeper looked at him with a sidelong glance, which made Qin Zhiyuan very uncomfortable.

"Listen, I'm a soldier, a soldier serving the French Army Department. I have something to do in a hurry and I don't have time to waste with you." Qin Zhiyuan knew that some French people didn't like Chinese people. They discriminated against all people of color. They even called Chinese people "barbarians" behind their backs, but he didn't expect that he would be discriminated against in this way one day.

"Yes, I know you are a soldier, so what are you doing now? Are you driving a car for a ride? Is this how you serve the French government?" The middle-aged man not only did not back down, but questioned Qin Zhiyuan.

Seeing that this was not only a racist, but also a middle school racist.

"Are you questioning my professional ethics? Also, please note that I am not loyal to France. This is just my job." Qin Zhiyuan frowned, and his mood was terrible now.

"Zi... Do you barbarians have professional ethics?" The middle-aged man sucked his teeth in disgust, with disdain on his face.

"You bastard!" Qin Zhiyuan never wastes words on such people. He punches the middle-aged man in the face.

The middle-aged man is seriously fat, and his waistline is about the same as a mailbox on the roadside. Qin Zhiyuan punched him in anger, hitting the middle-aged man directly to the ground. He groaned for a long time but didn't get up.

"Bastard!" A woman's roar suddenly came from the house, and then a middle-aged woman with a waistline that could also rival a mailbox rushed out with a double-barreled shotgun.

"Don't play with this, it will hurt you." Qin Zhiyuan advised kindly.

"Go to hell!"

The middle-aged woman had a ferocious look on her face, stuffed two bullets into the gun chamber, and then aimed in the direction of Qin Zhiyuan.

"Unreasonable!" Qin Zhiyuan cursed inwardly, dodged and hid behind the wall beside the door, and kicked the middle-aged man who wanted to get up again.

"Bitch..." The middle-aged man screamed and yelled at the middle-aged woman: "Give me the gun!"

The woman was very obedient and threw the gun to the middle-aged man.

The shotgun flew in the air and was suddenly firmly grasped by a hand.

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Qin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his IQ was a flaw.

"My God, you stupid woman!" The middle-aged man was furious, pounding the square brick floor and cursing.

"You should worry about this now." Qin Zhiyuan played a beautiful gun flower, and then put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's head.

"No, please don't do this, it will go off accidentally." The middle-aged man was shaking like a sieve, and it was rare for him to be able to speak.

"Then it's your bad luck. I've already said, don't play with this, it will hurt you." Qin Zhiyuan didn't intend to let her go easily. Although it wouldn't cost him his life, he still had to punish her.

"Asshole, let go of my husband." The middle-aged woman yelled, and pounced on him like a hen protecting her chicks.

Bang!

Qin Zhiyuan kicked the woman back with one foot, but fortunately he used a little force, otherwise this kick would have killed half of the woman.

Qin Zhiyuan didn't have a creed of not hitting women. When the situation required, Qin Zhiyuan would not show mercy when killing women.

"I'm a policeman, put down your weapon, lie on the ground, and raise your hands." Qin Zhiyuan heard the police shouting from behind. They came quite quickly.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions. This gun belongs to the store owner." Qin Zhiyuan shouted loudly, then unloaded the bullet, threw it far away, held the shotgun upside down, and slowly turned around.

At this time, the most feared movement is too large. Qin Zhiyuan himself is not nervous, but he is afraid that the police will be nervous. If he is killed by mistake, Qin Zhiyuan will be wrongly killed.

Not far behind Qin Zhiyuan, two policemen hid behind the big trees on the corners and roadsides and pointed revolvers at Qin Zhiyuan. Seeing the revolvers in the hands of the police, Qin Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. If he was hit by such a small cannon, he would not die under normal circumstances as long as it was not a vital part.

"In my coat pocket, there is my ID. I am Qin Zhiyuan, the major general of the 1st Brigade of the Foreign Legion. I have no ill intentions. These two shop owners discriminated against me and are suspected of murdering active military personnel. I am very familiar with your Mr. Baker. I want to sue them." Qin Zhiyuan gestured to the two policemen and threw the shotgun far away.

Chinese people are very skilled in making big accusations.

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