On Sunday morning, a sudden pouring rain swept away the sweltering heat and brought a touch of coolness to the small town of Alexandria.

To the delight of the soldiers of the 1st Platoon of B Company, the new Commander Milley mercifully cancelled all outdoor training programs for the entire regiment. Originally, they were punished for two additional B-level physical training sessions because they stole food from the barracks at night, but now they only need to stay in the barracks to maintain the company's weapons and equipment.

In the barracks, Jeff and his companions had already forgotten about the cancellation of their vacation. As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison. Compared to training outside in the rain, they are already very satisfied with the current treatment. At this moment, they were sitting together, gossiping about their new head of the regiment as they wiped their guns.

"College students? What do you say Commander Milley did when he brought the company commanders over? Jeff asked Pagris curiously. In addition to the rain, another main reason why this afternoon's training was canceled was that the new regimental commander Milley had sent all the company commanders of the regiment to a meeting.

"How do I know that?" Pagris said impatiently as he checked the circuit of the walkie-talkie with an electric pen. In recent days, he has often been approached by Company Commander Glio to help sort out the paperwork. Every time he came back, Jeff would surround him and ask him this and that, which annoyed him.

"You haven't heard anything about the company?" Jeff had a big intention of not asking for anything, and vowed not to give up.

"Alright, Pack. You think it's you, you're Paglis, and you know all day long to inquire about gossip. Have the kung fu to practice your aiming skills well, and the next drill will miss the target with you to look good. Old Barry, who was oiling the butt folding shaft springs, persuaded.

"Got it, got it. I've only missed the target once, why do you keep mentioning this? Jeff muttered and let Pagris go. However, he didn't have the consciousness to shut up, and turned his head to chat with Mook again, "Juzhu, what do you think of this new leader?" ”

"Okay, at least it looks a lot better than Martin. I'm willing to bet that old pervert (former regiment commander Thomas Martin often sneaks back to Philadelphia to meet his little lover, which is no secret in the 503rd Regiment) can't even run 2 miles. In Mook's eyes, Milley, who is still physically strong at nearly half a hundred years old, is much more pleasing to the eye than Martin, who has a big belly.

"That's right, and don't you guys think his hairstyle is cool? I want to shave one too. Lanny said excitedly, touching his freshly shaved board.

Unlike the average high-ranking officer, Milley's hairstyle is very individual. The left and right sides are all shaved, and only a half-inch short hair is left in the middle, extending from the forehead to the back of the head, somewhat similar to the classic mohican head of later American GIs (it seems that the moxican head was first popularized from the American paratrooper unit), but it is not so exaggerated.

"You like the Mohawk hairstyle?" Jeff patted Lenny on the shoulder, "How about I'll shave one for you when I get back, it's only 15 cents." ”

", I don't want to put a head of plaster." Lenny doesn't trust Jeff's craft at all.

"Don't believe me, tell you, I learned from a real Indian. The guy was from Quebec, Canada......" Jeff continued to brag "shamelessly", but was soon habitually ignored.

"I think Captain Milley's paratrooper boots are handsome, much cooler than broken leggings. And the paratrooper wings on my chest, God, even if I didn't have that $50, I would have to be a paratrooper. Private Jack excitedly forgot the bayonet in his hand and danced with his hands.

"Watch out for the knife, Jack." Old Barry on the side hurriedly snatched the bayonet from his hand, "Are you a ripper, this is a striker!" ”

"Well done, old Barry! You've caught Jack the Ripper! Jeff, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, whistled, and the whole barracks was in a mess.

If John was there, he would have been both relieved and helpless.

I am glad that I have been working hard to promote it for so long, and it has finally worked. Becoming an airborne soldier has become a cool thing in the hearts of the officers and men of the 82nd Division.

And what made him feel helpless was that he had worked hard for so long, and it seemed that it was not as effective as the paratrooper on Colonel Milley (who had just been promoted).

Think about it, how many otaku in their previous lives would forget to sleep and eat for a cool game equipment, and even spend a lot of money and blood. Some truths, even after more than 70 years, are still the same.

But at this moment, John, who was in the office of the division headquarters, had already drifted to other places. Just now, he received a call from Bradley asking him to go to his home for Mary's birthday party in the evening. He was joined by Ridgway and the newly appointed head of the regiment, Milley.

Even with his toes, John could guess what Bradley had asked him to do, nothing more than to match his old colleague Milley so that he could integrate into the 82nd Division as soon as possible.

By now, John and Bradley are well aware of each other's role in the battle for the commander of the 503rd Regiment. Even if Bradley didn't know it at first, it must be clear now, just as John knew that Milley had Bradley's shadow behind him.

Reason told John that it was not to blame Bradley. Even if he knew it from the beginning, there was nothing wrong with doing so. Because there are some things that cannot and cannot be swayed by personal feelings.

No matter how good John's relationship with Bradley was, he was not Marshall's man, at best he was a Marshallist collaborator and fellow traveler.

At the beginning, Marshall put Bradley, Ridgway, and Swain in the 82nd Division to fully control this unit. How could Bradley let the 82nd Division fall into the hands of John, an "outsider", after he left.

And Milley is obviously Bradley's helper for Ridgway. I didn't see that in the past two days, Li Qiwei has been in the 503rd regiment every day to help Milley get familiar with the situation.

However, understanding is understanding, the long-planned plan was "inadvertently" ruined by one's friend, and whoever is left to this matter will feel uncomfortable, and may even be more aggrieved than if the plan was destroyed by the enemy. Because you can't retaliate back, unless both sides tear their faces, you can only accept the reality with a wry smile.

Is it obviously impossible for John to break with Bradley just because of a mere candidate for regimental commander. What's more, Bradley invited him to his home this time under the banner of celebrating Mary's 48th birthday, so there was no reason to refuse.

Since Bradley left for the 28th Division, Mary, who stayed alone in Alexandria, stayed with Adele almost every day, and the two of them were as good as sisters. Even little Ella and little Eric kissed Mary and their Aunt Mary.

Even for Mary's sake, which takes care of Adele and the two children, John can't help but attend her birthday party. Besides, John estimated that Adele had already taken the children to help out at Bradley's house.

Therefore, it is reasonable for John to obediently accept the olive branch handed by Bradley this time, and make a gesture of cooperating with Ridgway and Milley.