Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Although Colonel Valdo Granma participated in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, his behavior was obviously that of a typical old-school Brazilian officer.

This kind of behavior is destined to make it difficult for him to integrate into the new whole of the First Fleet.

Considering that his father-in-law was the former Minister of War, it is even more unlikely that Fang Lang would give him any allowance.

If this reaches the Brazilian Ministry of Defense, it may trigger the higher-ups to arrange for people to come down to investigate.

At this moment, Colonel Valdo Gramma was a little confused as to why the soldiers of the First Fleet had the guts to refuse orders from him, a colonel.

This situation is absolutely impossible to occur in other armies.

Because the first step in military training is to teach all soldiers to obey. Obeying orders from superiors is the code of conduct for soldiers.

But today, a junior officer actually refused to carry out his order for the sake of the so-called sense of military honor.

Combined with the fact that the person who came to receive him today was just a young second lieutenant, he had to start thinking about whether this second lieutenant was instigated by someone to deliberately embarrass him.

You even deliberately aroused his anger and made him do some irrational behavior.

This was also the reason why he resisted taking out his gun and directly shot and killed the second lieutenant who disobeyed the order.

After the incident at the airport, everyone seemed a little silent after boarding the bus.

The powerful Colonel Waldo Gramma was also thinking about whether there was any conspiracy here.

Mrs. Gramma was also a little absent-minded and didn't know what she was thinking.

There were only three children who were looking at this huge military camp with fresh faces as if they didn't know what was going on.

The motorcade drove out of the airport, passed through several gate inspections, and entered the heavily guarded military camp.

The situation in this military camp was beyond Colonel Valdo Granma's expectation, because now that the war is over, most of the Brazilian army has stopped training.

Soldiers without missions often wandered around the military camp a little loosely, or played some ball games, and some secretly hid to play some card and board games prohibited by the army.

This was not the case in the Natal military camp. At least after entering the gate, Colonel Waldo Gramma did not see any soldiers who seemed to be wandering around.

The soldiers walking on the road, regardless of whether they were carrying weapons or not, kept walking in formation, which surprised him very much.

He was even looking around to see if there were any military police nearby.

In his impression, only during military police inspections can soldiers observe military discipline in this way.

The military police of the Brazilian army actually don’t care much about what the soldiers do during their breaks, or how they do it.

The vehicle passed through the concrete barracks and entered a huge training venue.

The soldiers were being led by officers. He was familiar with American training, but he noticed that there were some training contents that he had never been exposed to before.

But one thing he can be sure of is that the intensity of training here far exceeds the training they received in the United States.

Although it is almost evening, Natal is located in the tropical region of the southern hemisphere, and the sun is still fierce at this time.

The soldiers on the training ground were training hard without realizing it. He could even see several major officers among them, also covered in mud, crawling across the mud-covered barbed wire.< /p>

The machine gun bullets fired not far away were flying past the barbed wire fence. The soldiers under the barbed wire were so frightened that they could not raise their heads. Standing next to the machine gun was a guy who looked like an American instructor, shouting and urging. The soldiers passed quickly.

This scene seemed to take him back to his days of training in the United States. Although he didn't have to go through such training, thinking about it still felt like it was a kind of torture.

Mrs. Gramma, who was sitting aside in a daze, was so frightened that her face turned pale at this moment.

The constant screams coming out of his mouth made the instructors on the sidelines of the training field look at him angrily.

Colonel Waldo Gramma also quickly held his wife in his arms and comforted her softly.

He didn't dare to show his teeth to the instructors who came over because he could smell the smell of American instructors from these people.

On the other hand, the children in the car behind were very curious about this kind of training scene that they had never seen before, and they kept pointing and discussing it from time to time.

The soldiers carrying luggage and wearing army uniforms looked at everything in front of them in stunned silence, as if they had returned to the European battlefield.

Finally, the vehicle passed through the training ground and came to a beach by the sea.

Mrs. Gramma's mood finally calmed down. Mrs. Gramma, who was born in Rio de Janeiro, is not someone who has never seen the sea.

However, when the vehicle passed through the bustling training ground and saw the beach again, Mrs. Gramma actually felt excited about surviving the disaster.

But the good mood did not last long, and Mrs. Gramma saw a scene that made her feel very disgraceful.

A group of soldiers wearing shorts were being supervised by their instructors as they lay down in the seawater and did push-ups. The moment they lay down, they were completely submerged in the seawater and could not breathe at all.

I don’t know if the instructors didn’t shout the command, so the soldiers didn’t hold up their bodies.

This is more like a breath-holding exercise.

"It's really disgusting. Such a beautiful sea view and such a beautiful beach allow a group of big-headed soldiers to train here."

Mrs. Gramma couldn't help complaining in the end.

Colonel Waldo Gramma quickly stopped her waist and comforted her:

"When the time comes, I will drive them all away, and our family can walk quietly on this beautiful beach."

Second Lieutenant Albert Dill was sitting in the passenger seat. After hearing what Colonel Waldo Gramma said, a look of contempt flashed in 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 American settlement period.

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Most of them are American-style two-story small Western-style buildings, covering an area of ​​about 150 square meters.

The combined area upstairs and downstairs is definitely enough for a family to live in.

After the motorcade turned a corner in the residential area, it stopped in front of one of the houses.

After seeing the house, Colonel Waldo Gramma nodded with satisfaction.

Mrs. Gramma was obviously very satisfied with this house, and a rare smile appeared on her face again.

"Sir, this is the residence assigned to you."

Second Lieutenant Alberto Dill handed a small cloth bag to Colonel Waldo Gramma.

Indicate the other party to open the door of your home in person.

Colonel Waldo Gramma took it casually and handed it to Mrs. Gramma standing aside.

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, and he couldn't help but be deeply shocked.

Then he said to Second Lieutenant Albert Dill nonchalantly:

"Who are my neighbors?"

"Sir, all the school-level officers in our base live here.

However, I don’t know exactly who lives in that house.”

Second Lieutenant Albert Dill politely answered the colonel's question. He didn't really know who lived in these houses.

However, after today's brief contact, he decided that it would be better not to talk to the colonel in front of him about some things.

"Then do you know where Colonel Fang Lang is?

I think I need to talk to him."

Colonel Waldo Gramma showed no respect for Fang Lang, the commander of the First Fleet, which made Ensign Alberto Dill and others very dissatisfied.

The second lieutenant knew that he was only a second lieutenant officer and could not possibly conflict with the colonel in front of him.

However, as an officer in the Second Logistics Division, he had already made up his mind to use a magnifying glass to stare at the arrogant and domineering Army Colonel in front of him.

I was secretly jealous, don't let him get any leverage.

If there is a chance, he must let the other party know who is the talker in the First Fleet.

"Sir, I think Chief Fang is in the office now.

Because, recently he has been discussing the strategy and tactics of the aircraft carrier battle group with Major General Clark of the advisory group.

The work is very busy, if you want to see him, I can make an appointment for you."

"Advisory group? Is it the advisory group of the US military?"

"Yes, sir."

Colonel Waldo Gramma thought to himself, no wonder the instructors he saw at the training ground today were so similar to the training instructors of the expeditionary force.

"Are the soldiers training we saw on the road today the Marines under my command?"

When Second Lieutenant Albert Dill heard the colonel's question, he curled his lips inwardly, full of disdain.

What do you mean by the Marines under your command?

It's the Marine Corps of the First Fleet, and it belongs to Colonel Fang's Marine Corps. 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 heart, and still say with a smile on my face:

"Of course, sir."

"I remember that these soldiers have all gone through recruit training! Why do they need to go through such high-intensity training again?"

Colonel Waldo Gramma said the question he had been wanting to ask after seeing the lively training scene in the base.

Because he knew very well that if the troops were in a state of high-intensity training, it would be impossible for him to stop the troops from training and take over the command.

He was not willing to repeat the training experience in the United States.

Only those who are sick will think about doing it again if they are exposed to wind and sun every day and abuse themselves.

Now that there is no war pressure, he doesn't understand why Fang Lang organizes the troops to conduct such high-intensity training.

The daily consumption required for such training is very scary.

Not to mention the loss of guns and ammunition, the expenditure on food and drink alone is 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 in his face. It’s not your money, it’s none of your business!

If not, how can the business of Shata Company be carried out?

Who do you want to sell the arms and ammunition of the arms company you founded? You are a brainless fool.

It's a pity that he asked Second Lieutenant Albert Dill. He didn't say whether the Second Lieutenant knew the answer to this question.

Based on what the second lieutenant is thinking now, even if he knows, he will say he doesn’t know.

Therefore, the second lieutenant said as expected:

"Sir, this kind of problem is not something that I, a young second lieutenant in the staff department, can know.

If you want to know, you can ask Colonel Fang for advice.

I only know that this training will last for six months. The original training mobilization meeting was hosted by General Crook, Chief of General Staff of the Navy.

According to His Excellency the General, he will come over in six months to accept the results."

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