In the conduct class in the afternoon, John was still the last in the class. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but this is much better than the first few days, even the most basic tactical moves are not standard. It's still a long way from meeting the mark, but at least it looks like that.

Even the hateful-looking instructor of the conduct class, nicknamed "Vulture", rarely stopped staring at him, and instead focused his attack on the other lieutenant colonel who had made a mistake. Of course, it could also be that the "vulture" had been spraying John alone for several days, and he was tired of it.

John had heard of this triangular-eyed, hooked-nosed, oily, and shrenched bald man with a shrapnel wound on his left cheek, and that he was the worst-tempered, most venomous-mouthed, and most hated instructor at Fort Leavenworth Military Academy. None of the cadets who came to Fort Leavenworth for further study did not "hate" him.

And his nickname "vulture" comes from a series of comics created by a student many years ago based on him. It seems to be called "Professor Vulture", and it was once serialized in the Kansas City Star, the largest newspaper in Kansas.

Although John hadn't read the manga, he still admired the senior's observation. The first time he saw the "vulture" instructor, he felt a little familiar. Later, one day, when John was sprayed by the "vulture" instructor because of a mistake, he suddenly realized that this guy looked exactly like the villain Vulture in the later Marvel Comics.

It seems that before traveling in his previous life, John also saw the news that the director of the latest "Spider-Man" movie was choosing actors for the role of the villain Vulture in the play. If this instructor can travel back in time to 2016, he is definitely the best candidate.

Today, instead of John, being scolded by the "vulture" instructor is an unlucky lieutenant colonel named Lucius Clay. John couldn't help but want to snicker as he watched from the sidelines. It's not that he doesn't have empathy, it's really that the image of these two people is too interesting.

Lucius, who had just returned from his service in the Philippines, was a small black and thin man, with a bit of a thunderous mouth, thick eyebrows, and large and deep eye sockets, like King Julian (ring-tailed lemur) in the cartoon "Madagascar". The interaction between the two people in front of him automatically turned into a confrontation between the "lemur" and the "vulture" under John's brain, how could he not make him laugh.

In the end, though, John held back. It's not that he's afraid of the "vulture" instructor, but he doesn't want the "lemur", oh no, Lieutenant Colonel Lucius to have some misunderstanding.

First of all, Lucius and John are a pair of brothers and sisters in conduct class these days, firmly occupying the first and second to last positions in the class. Under the sympathy of the same disease, the two of them can be regarded as having some friendship.

John knew that the lieutenant colonel, who was seven years older than him, was the only cadet in the training class who, like him, was not from a front-line combat unit. Although in terms of resume, Lucius has never left the army since graduating from West Point in 1918, and he can be regarded as a veteran.

But he has been in charge of some technical aspects of the engineering corps for so many years, and is more like an engineering expert than a unit commander. This is also the reason why his grades in conduct classes are so bad, he sits in the office all the year round, and his physical fitness can't keep up.

Secondly, John knew very well that this skinny-looking lieutenant colonel of the engineering corps was a figure that must not be offended. This guy is not only a top master in military engineering technology, but also a good hand in handling civilian business. Later, the first national civil airport design and planning plan in the United States was made by him.

During World War II, although Lucius did not go to war, he was one of the main leaders of the U.S. Army's munitions production and supply program. After the war, he also served as the military and political leader of the German-American occupation zone, and was a key figure in the reconstruction of Germany.

For John, getting on good terms with Lucius was far more important than co-opting a few future army commanders. Many of FedEx's future plans are inseparable from Lucius's cooperation. It's just that he's always been a little confused as to why Lucius is in this short school. Historically, Lucius has never been sent to the front-line combat troops, so there is no point in attending this short course?

After class, John took the initiative to come to Lucius, who was sitting in the shade of the corner and smoking a cigarette.

"Sit, John." Lucius greeted John listlessly and tossed him a cigarette.

John took the cigarette and sat down beside Lucius, first unbuttoning his collar in a very inconspicuous way, and then pulling a lighter out of his pocket. "What's the plan for the evening, why don't you go have a drink together?"

The three-month training was completely closed, and the trainees were confined to the campus unless there were special circumstances to ask for leave and obtain approval, much like the inmates at the Fort Leavenworth military prison next door. The small bar of the college service club is the only place where students can go for a recreation after studying.

"Okay, but I'll go to the library first." Lucius had a good relationship with Eisenhower while serving in the Philippines, and he had heard about John from his old comrades. Although he disdains to take the initiative to stammer, Lucius also doesn't mind developing a normal friendship with a "promising" character like John.

"It's okay, I'm going to go to the service agency to make a call in a while anyway." John said as he lit a cigarette in his mouth. Recently, he was brought by the big smokers in the class, and he smoked a lot more often.

"I said, you really call home every day." Lucius had been in the army for many years, and he had never seen an officer as homely as John.

You know, at the Fort Leavenworth Military Academy in 1940, not to mention mobile phones, there was not even a landline telephone in the entire dormitory building. If students want to make a phone call, they can only go to the service club (of course, if you have a big face, there is also a phone in the school leader's office). Not only is the price not cheap, but it is really inconvenient to wait in line for half a day every time. So there are very few people like John who are not afraid of trouble and call home every day.

"It's not that my son has just been born, and there are a lot of things at home." John didn't care what other people thought. Counting, he hasn't seen his baby son for more than a week, and the king of heaven doesn't want to stop him from talking to his son on the phone, even if little Eric can't do anything but cry now.

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, John simply got up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and went straight to the service company. Luckily today, there weren't many people queuing up to make a call at the service center.

"Good evening, Colonel Vanderbilt. There are 2 more people in front of you. The waitress at the service agency knew what John was here for, and took the initiative to lead him to the waiting seat next to the telephone without him opening his mouth, and brought him a free glass of soda.

John was already acquainted with these hostesses, and had long been accustomed to their enthusiasm. No way, who called him so young and handsome (compared to other officers of the same rank, John is indeed young and handsome), the key is to be generous in tipping.

"Thank you, Jenny. You're on duty today. John smiled and took the water and gave him a $1 tip.

"I'll be off work in an hour, can you treat me to a drink in the evening?" After Jenny took the tip, she deliberately put her little mouth to John's ear and invited in a provocative tone.

For a moment, John was in a trance. It's not that he has a lust for the hostess, but that the scene reminds him of the "peripheral girl" named Vivien, whom he met at the "Lector Club" in London, and then of the fierce battle of Britain. It seems that the "Moonlight Sonata" is about to begin, and I don't know if Coventry will be razed to the ground in this world.