Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

In November 1944, at the Naval Hospital in Naples, Italy, the cold sea breeze blew the hospital gown on Fang Lang's body.

However, he seemed unaware and was admiring the warships parked in the military port with a look of amazement. It was not that these warships were so advanced or powerful, but the final splendor of these giant ships and cannons really shocked him enough.

"Fang, why did you run out? Mr. John Clark is looking for you all over the hospital!" The young nurse, who could clearly see the freckles on her face, looked anxious.

"Miss Lilith, you are so beautiful today." Thanks to Fang Lang's twenty-year career as a sailor, he was able to communicate with this little nurse in basic terms using his unfamiliar Italian.

"Thank you for your compliment, but this doesn't convince me to allow you to continue blowing the cold wind here. Come in, the sea breeze outside is very cold, and your body has not recovered yet! Did you forget that you suddenly fainted while standing yesterday?"

Lilith was obviously used to Fang Lang's praise.

Since the U.S. military landed in Italy, they have requisitioned this naval base and surrounding ancillary facilities, including this hospital obviously. The American soldiers are notoriously free-spirited, and they must have teased the little girl in front of them.

"Okay! If you can be gentler to me when you give me the injection, I promise that I won't run out again." Fang Lang said with a playful face as he walked into the hospital.

"You mean I'm not gentle enough? Trust me, you will soon see what it means to not be gentle." The little girl said fiercely.

"No, believe me, the reason why I ran out to blow the cold wind was because I was afraid that I would fall into your gentle land and never be able to get out, so I had to let the cold wind of the Mediterranean wake me up." Fang Langyi

She forgot about Lilith with such affection, Lilith's face turned red when she looked at her.

"Haha... Fang, should I hide aside so as not to affect your confession?" Across the corridor, a figure also wearing a hospital gown, a US military jacket, and a cane leaned against the wall.

joked.

"Hey...John, since you know you shouldn't speak out, you should hide and don't affect my confession."

"Haha... Brother, you have no chance. Lilith obviously likes me, haven't you noticed?" John looked confident, and he didn't forget to raise his eyebrows at Fang Lang as he spoke.

The teasing between the two made Lilith a little shy, but she still imitated the tone of the aunt in the hospital and said: "You two bastards, you have no chance. Get out of the ward and I'm going to give you an injection."

Fang Lang and John hugged each other gently, laughed, and walked back to the ward.

In fact, the hospital never figured out where Fang Lang was injured. He was in a coma when he was brought to the hospital. The frontline doctors thought that his brain was damaged by the shock wave of the explosion, and he fell into a coma. He did not wake up for a week. Originally,

It was thought that there was no hope of recovery. After John's strong request, Fang Lang was sent from the field hospital on the front line to the Naval Hospital in Naples.

The reason why John wanted to bring Fang Lang out was very simple. Fang Lang was injured in order to save him. If Fang Lang hadn't tried his best to drag John out of the trench with his injured leg, John would have been hit directly by the shells that followed.

It was blasted into pieces. Fang Lang was injured and knocked unconscious after being thrown nearly ten meters by this shell.

What John didn't know was that Fang Lang was no longer the sergeant of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force who dragged him out of the trench.

Fang Lang only remembered that he was originally the chief engineer of a 100,000-ton container ship of COSCO Shipping Lines. He encountered a typhoon while crossing the Drake Strait. He was wearing a safety rope and checking the fastening of the equipment in the violent storm.

He was directly hit by the waves and flew out of the gangway. He was dragged by the safety rope and hit the container before losing consciousness.

When he woke up again, he became Fang Lang, a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force during the Italian War in World War II. In the first few days, Fang Lang felt that he was in chaos, and the memories of two different people were constantly intertwined and repeated.

Even now, Fang Lang's head will still suddenly shut down, but after waking up, his whole spirit will be significantly improved, and many original memories will gradually be added, including some memories that Fang Lang had forgotten before, such as even the elementary school class.

I can clearly remember the chalk words left by my teacher on the blackboard.

"Fang, my father has found me." John couldn't explain how he felt. John had never mentioned his father to anyone.

"What do you mean you ran away from home?" Fang Lang was actually not familiar with John. John was the major liaison officer arranged by the US military to the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. Fang Lang was originally a sergeant squad leader of the first regiment of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force.

I have almost no interaction with John.

But the two were fighting in the same trench, and Fang Lang saved John's life, which made John, an American cowboy, burst into tears of gratitude. A stranger's comrade risked his life to save his life, and John felt that he had to repay him.

"Of course not, it's just that my relationship with my father is not good. We would quarrel when we meet. Originally, he wanted me to go to the Navy, but I wanted to stay away from him, so I came to the Army."

"Hey! What's the matter? Our old man and I often talk back. He always wants to control me and let me inherit my father's business and manage the family farm. Oh my God! It's not a feudal society now. I have

Isn't it my freedom? So, I secretly signed up to join the army! I don't know if he was angry at home or not."

John didn't expect that the two people would have similar experiences. "Then does your father know that you came to Italy?"

"I wrote him a letter before I left, but I haven't received a reply yet, so I don't know if he knows where I am! Thinking about it, I still feel a little unfilial." Fang Lang didn't understand the reason either.

Why did I join this Brazilian Expeditionary Force with my head cramping?

As far as Fang Lang knows, in all of South America, only Brazil seems to have joined World War II under the instigation of the United States. It seems that only 20,000 to 30,000 people in Brazil participated in the war. If it was to fight against Japan, Fang Lang would definitely do it without saying a word.

But helping the United States to go to Europe to fight the war must be a brain cramp.

John patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't be sad. I can ask our logistics department if they have received your letter."

Because the Brazilian Expeditionary Force is actually a force under the U.S. military, the U.S. military is responsible for logistics, transportation, equipment, supplies, mail, and subsidies, so John asked him to ask if he had any letters from him.

"We're on the battlefield now, so there's no point thinking about it. You said your father found you? What do you mean?" Fang Lang didn't want to continue thinking about the facts that couldn't be changed.

"Today he called the hospital and said that he had arranged for his adjutant to come to see me. He wanted to transfer me to the navy's logistics department. But I don't want to work under him at all, damn it." Obviously John wanted his father.

He was very dissatisfied when he was transferred to his subordinates for protection.

"Hey! Brother, you have a good father. He wants to protect you, do you understand?" When Fang Lang heard that John's father was going to transfer John to his logistics department, he knew that his father was definitely not an ordinary person.

"I understand, but I don't need protection. I'm an adult and he still treats me as a child." John's brain circuit really surprised Fang Lang. He didn't know how to use such a good resource.

"Hey! Brother, listen to what you mean, your father is a great big shot, right?" Fang Lang was really curious about who John's father was. Originally, he felt that John's situation in the US military should be similar to his situation in the Brazilian army.

The situation is similar.

Because John is not a white man. From his yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes, it can be seen that he is definitely a minority. The proportion and status of minorities in the US military should be equal to that of Fang Lang, a Chinese-American.

The status of the Brazilian army is about the same.