"These Chinese are the best recruits I've ever met, and I'm not saying that the Wehrmacht isn't good enough, and our lads are all good." I mean, they did a very good job, which was completely different from what I had imagined. German Sergeant Dieter threw down the towel that wiped his sweat, picked up the aluminum teapot on the table, and poured a large sip of light beer on his head.

"The young people are very comprehensible, and after three hours of language lessons a week, some of them are already able to communicate with us in simple German." Ensign Hoffman, who was writing a record of his work in a notebook, looked up at the sergeant, and then picked up a sausage from the rattan basket on the table.

"How did yesterday afternoon's confrontation drill go? Who wins in the end? "Feng. Captain Stauffenberg stuffed a stack of papers into his map bag and fastened his belt buckle.

"Oh, I forgot you went to the headquarters yesterday, it was Hans's detachment, and that guy was so proud. Of the four training detachments, only his detachment achieved its operational objectives. Closing the notebook, the lieutenant said as he chewed on a sausage.

"These Chinese soldiers are trained very hard, they are very obedient, they are able to discipline themselves, and if they are equipped with advanced weapons, they will be the best light infantry in the world." When Dieter finished speaking, he burped in satisfaction.

"I agree with you, but it still needs to be commanded by a group of qualified officers, and the biggest problem we have at the moment is the junior officers sent by China. Almost all of them need to be retrained, the tactics they have learned are too old, and their thinking patterns are very dull, I really don't know what kind of military education they received before, in my opinion, some platoon commanders are not even qualified to be squad leaders. Second Lieutenant Hoffman said with a smile.

"A lot of people in the command share your opinion, Hoffman, but I want this to be said only in private, and it's better not to say it in public." Feng. Stauffenberg stood up, slung his map bag cross-body around his waist, and refastened his belt outside.

"Are you going out again?" The second lieutenant asked.

"Yes, there are still some things to deal with in the baggage camp, and I will stay there at night and not come back." Stauffenberg checked the holster around his waist and then removed his military hat from the coat rack.

"Is Captain Horn with you?" Hoffman asked.

"Yes, he drove over to pick me up, now look at the time, it's almost up." Stauffenberg looked up at his watch, and before he could finish speaking, he remembered two short car horns outside the house.

"All right, I'm leaving, gentlemen." The Earl paused his boots, then turned and opened the door.

"I'm not late, Stauffenberg." Binz. Captain Horn held the steering wheel of the barrel car and looked happily at Von Horn, who was walking quickly. Stauffenberg.

"Very punctual, Mr. Horn." Stauffenberg sat in the passenger seat.

"Now do you go directly to the baggage camp, or go to the headquarters first." Horn flipped the gear lever and slowly stepped on the accelerator.

"When I go to the baggage camp, I need to know the real situation there, whether it is the same as what the report says." Stauffenberg rested his elbow against the car door, and with his other hand pulled out a cigarette case from his chest pocket.

"Well, I'm curious that someone would dare to play such a trick right under your nose." Captain Horn skillfully pulled a cigarette out of the Earl's cigarette case and pressed the cigarette lighter on the dashboard, this thing was not standard on the 82-barrel car, apparently the captain was driving a special version.

Feng. Stauffenberg was sent to French Indochina as a staff officer of the Operations Bureau of the High Command, and he also led a special military team under the order, claiming to have come to study and inspect the tactical developments of the French colonial army in tropical jungle operations, and in essence he was also tasked with helping Brumberg prepare for the Wehrmacht's Asian Theater Command.

The Earl, who had refused to be Blumberg's secretary, had finally become the marshal's subordinate after a lapse of five years, and he could not help but feel the miracle of fate, and there seemed to be an invisible hand arranging all this.

The scope of the German Asian theater of operations is very large, covering almost the entire Southeast Asia, but the actual establishment of the theater command is surprisingly small, and the total number of personnel at present is less than 70 people, and more than half of them are subordinate to the intelligence and communications departments.

The German officers and men who served in the headquarters did not care about this at all, they were already familiar with this mode of operation, because like other German theater commands, in the initial stage they only built a simple framework, although the establishment was small but complete, once necessary, only the right personnel need to be transferred, and it is only overnight that it swells into a behemoth.

Feng. Stauffenberg devoted great enthusiasm to this work, and participating in the formation of a regional combat command from scratch was an invaluable experience for any German officer.

He has learned how to adjust the internal structure of the high-level command system in accordance with the actual situation, as well as how to rationally deploy manpower and materials under special conditions overseas, all of which cannot be learned in military academies and high commands, and many of which can only be accessed by those who have risen to the senior command level.

The mission to Asia helped Stauffenberg a lot, and the captain was grateful for the Führer's appointment. He didn't think he would be in Asia for long, and this experience would add a brilliant addition to his file, which was a very valuable personal capital that would play a key role in his future promotion in office and rank.

In fact, he had already received hints from his colleagues in the Berlin High Command, who had told him that his superiors had high expectations of him, and that the Führer had even personally inquired about him on several occasions, which clearly indicated that he would be immediately put to good use by his superiors when he returned home from this mission.

After receiving this news, Stauffenberg's work became even more motivated, and he had to show better results to prove that his superiors were not wrong.

Binz. Although Captain Horn was his deputy, the two men had not actually met several times since they arrived in French Indochina.

Just in the von. While Stephenberg was busy with his administrative work, the captain and his armed squad had gone into the reckless jungles of northwestern French Indochina, and Stauffenberg would have almost thought that they had disappeared in the jungle had it not been for the occasional news coming back from the radio he carried.

It wasn't until a week earlier that the captain and his men suddenly returned to Saigon, and although the state of affairs seemed a bit bad, it was clear that they had fulfilled the task assigned by their superiors, because when they met Stauffenberg again, Captain Horn had an iron cross of the first class on his chest.

"I've been ordered to repatriate to China." Horn took the steering wheel in one hand and pulled out a cigarette lighter with the other, lighting a cigarette.

"yes, congratulations, when did that happen?" Stauffenberg played the lighter in his hand.

"Just before I came, Major Dorman himself delivered the order into my hands. The departure time was scheduled for next Wednesday, aboard the Normandy, and they kindly prepared a first class cabin for me. Horn plugged the cigarette lighter back in.

"If I have time that day, I'll go to the dock to see you off."

"Thank you, do you have anything or a letter for me to take back to Berlin?" Horn spun the wheel and the car turned onto the road.

"There's nothing to rush back with you yet, but thank you very much. Actually, I won't be here for long, it should be around the end of the year, and I will also be transferred back to the high command. Stauffenberg took a cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"That's great, we can get together in Berlin then."

"If I have the chance, I have no opinion." Stauffenberg said with a smile. (To be continued.) )