Chapter 324: The Reception of the Big Shot

"Puff puff" accompanied by a dull sound, and suddenly the machine gunners in all four directions were hit, and they quickly withdrew from the exercise, in fact, the 3rd platoon, which had lost the command of Captain Kenbauer, was already in disarray, and the soldiers guarding the "prisoner camp" did not know whether to shoot or shoot those "prisoners" because they did not have Kenbauer's order. [Full text reading]

Suddenly, a lot of straw men appeared on the flat ground around the prisoner camp, they seemed to be a piece peeled off from the grass, and then quickly and quickly headed towards the prisoner camp, and at this time, the "prisoners" in the prisoner camp also began to move, and when someone went to prepare to suppress, a few soldiers suddenly appeared among the prisoners, holding submachine guns at the soldiers who came in, and they let the dozen or so people who rushed in withdraw from the exercise on the spot. The soldiers on the periphery could no longer stop the assault of the Black Panther Company that came by the assault, and the "captives" also picked up the weapons of the soldiers who had withdrawn from the exercise, and then blocked the soldiers who tried to rush over and kill the "captives".

Under internal and external attacks, the 3rd platoon quickly withdrew from the exercise. So far, 15o "captives" in the prisoner camp have been successfully rescued. The exercise was a complete success. However, this exercise made a deep impression on many of the big people who watched the ceremony.

"It's a very good exercise, it's an eye-opener," Admiral Urquhart said, nodding his head and then glancing back at Major General Weisman, "Mr. Weisman, I hope this won't disappoint you." With that, he stood up, then straightened his uniform, and walked away, ready to have a pleasant conversation with Parks after the exercise. Truth be told, today's drill wasn't even as shocking as Parks had left at the Arnhem Bridge. That's a real battle in a battle of blood and fire. And today is just a repeat of those battles, only this time against the unlucky 5O2 3rd Battalion.

There was warm applause from the viewing platform. Major General Weissman was a little stunned, but he still raised his hand and applauded a few times. To tell the truth, this exercise gave him a completely new way of fighting. But how useful is this approach in real combat? Now he couldn't be sure, but he now felt that General MacArthur might be a little bit right about coming here on his own. If the role of this company is to be confirmed, then real combat is indispensable.

"As always, it's emotional," Major Winster clapped and smiled at Nexon, "it seems that I'm still worried in vain." You know, the guys in the camp have already started to bet. They played big this time, and the other camps gambled. Now I think they must have all made a small fortune. God really favors them. ”

"Of course, God has favored me," Nickerson chuckled, then held up a small wine bottle and took a sip, "Do you know how much I've pressed?" 1ooo USD. I believe that this time, some of the people in the battalion will lose the kùzi and go home bare-bottomed. ”

Yes, the current American GIs have made a big bet on this exercise, of course, this is their idle practice, everyone wants to win a lot of money after the European war, and then go home, but such a good thing is always only enjoyed by a few people, either they make a mistake in judgment, or they don't have a lot of money. Of course, all this is not a problem for Nexon, who is originally the son of a rich family.

Parks' Panther assault streak was neat, and only two people were ruled out in the exercise. This means that it is a one-sided exercise. The 3rd Battalion suffered two-thirds of the battle losses, and the mission of the Black Panther Assault Company was successfully accomplished, and they became the best foil. And in this exercise, insiders have already begun to ponder.

stealth, stealth, sneak attack; A series of splendid coordination, such as diverting the tiger from the mountain, camouflage, falsely passing on orders, sniping, and slashing, all shone brightly in this exercise, and this is no longer a conventional combat method. But such a way of fighting has now proven that the role played in a particular task is irreplaceable and difficult to accomplish by conventional forces.

"It's very exciting, I want to meet our heroes" In the VIP seat of the viewing platform, a man in his 5O who looked very elegant with glasses stood up, and then a few guards around him quickly helped him pick up the coat left on the chair, "I have two hours tomorrow morning, you can arrange it" He left here without looking back.

"Yes, Mr. President, we'll take care of this," an admiral who followed the man nodded, and walked out briskly. Mr. President? Yes, this is the new president of the United States, Harry Truman, who is now in Botsdam, Germany, for a three-state brain conference. Before that, he suddenly became interested in observing a company-battalion unit exercise. This in itself is out of common sense. But he was born now.

Not many people knew about the arrival of Mr. President, but many people still knew about some big names, because the VIP table was only for President Truman, and the other generals had to watch outside the VIP table.

"God, I never thought it would be so easy to crush them," Brad grinned at Goneri, carrying his rifle, "Look, we slaughtered them." This is our company of Panthers. To be honest, by now, I'm really starting to admire our heads. I believe that his past achievements are true and cannot be doubted."

"You'll see the real battle later, man," Goneri glanced at him with squinted eyes. Then they walked towards the barracks, where they would assemble and be received by General Taylor of the 1O1 Airborne Division.

The excited expressions on the faces of the Black Panther Commando Company were in stark contrast to the frustrated expressions on the faces of the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion of the 5O2 Regiment. But it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that this commando team that General Taylor ordered to form has begun to show his might. And all this was witnessed by the generals themselves.

"Very well done, boys," General Taylor's face quivered a little with excitement, "that's why I formed this commando." Because the 1o1 Airborne Division is the elite of the US military, and this is what I want you to prove, and you are the elite of the elite. For that I also have to thank your company commander, Major Parks. This is his idea, and I am just helping him to complete the first step of his idea. In the future, I hope that you can pass on this idea, so that more elites in the US military will join you, you are not a company, you will be a gathering place for elites. ”

General Taylor said, his eyes scanning the standing soldiers in front of him. These GIs had just come down from the exercise ground, and they were even wearing camouflaged straw coats, diving suits, and diving goggles, but this did not affect their high fighting spirit and unique murderous spirit. This is more terrifying murderous than a veteran who has just come down from the battlefield.

"Young men, because of your excellence, each and every one of you should be ready to go to a new battlefield at any time, and you will also achieve great honor in the battlefield of faith." General Taylor continued, but his words were still the same old tune, and few people listened attentively, including Major Parks, who was not here in his mind, even though he was now standing with a pen. He was thinking about what the company's first goal would be, what kind of mission it would be.

"God, wouldn't he be briefer?" One soldier finally couldn't help but whisper, "I know he's General Taylor, and I know everything he says." Truth be told, he spoke to the soldiers many times, but each time the words were the same. ”

"Shut up," Malaqi, who was standing next to him, turned his head slightly and glared at him. That was enough for him to keep his mouth shut. These non-commissioned officers of the first platoon of E Company, with their excitement in training and their performance in the exercise, made those rather unconvinced subordinates obediently obey orders, so the soldier immediately shut up.

When General Taylor had finally finished speaking, he motioned for Parks to say a few words as well. But when Parks came to the front of the group, he said only one word: "Disband", and suddenly all the people relaxed, and they began to disperse in twos and threes in the camp.

"Kaber, I bet 5 for the first time and won so many times," one of the soldiers walked with Kaber and showed off to him.

"I bet five hundred dollars, and all of them were bought by our company to win, so I won too." Kaber only had this one sentence, which made the guy choose to be silent, yes, $5o was too small compared to Kaber's gamble. It turned out that these GIs had chosen to gamble during the exercise, and this was an opportunity that could not be missed, even if they participated in it themselves.

"Wait, Major Parkes" General Taylor stopped him as he was about to leave.

"What's the matter? General," Parks looked at Taylor.

"Somebody wants to see you, tomorrow morning at 7:30 a.m., at the Berchtesgaden Hotel, ten miles away, there's the regimental headquarters, you know." General Taylor looked at Parks, a smile welling up in his eyes, and said, "It's a big guy, you have to dress decently." ”

"Yes, General," Parks nodded, then saluted General Taylor.

Big shot? Parks couldn't help but think about it, but he really couldn't think of who would be the big guy. But no matter what, he has once again entered the eyes of those big shots. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

By 7:2o the next morning, Parks had already driven to the Berchtesgaden Hotel. But still a mile or two away from the hotel, he felt that the atmosphere was a little different. There were sentry posts along the way, and there were two checkpoints on the way to the hotel, which he could not enter unless General Taylor personally greeted him.

At the entrance of the hotel, it is even more heavily guarded, far from being as simple as a regimental headquarters. And on a balcony on the third floor of the hotel against the ice lake, he met the people who wanted to see him. A man in his 5o with glasses and an elegant demeanor. He was drinking coffee, injured and holding a newspaper, even though he was wearing unorthodox civilian clothes, he looked extraordinary.

"Major Parks, welcome" The man couldn't help but stand up when he saw Parks being brought in by General Taylor, smiling at Parks and holding out his hand.

"This is Mr. Truman, the President of the United States," General Taylor introduced, Parks had reached out to shake his hand, this was not the first time he had dealt with a President of the United States, at least he was able to maintain a neither humble nor arrogant attitude now, and after shaking hands, he saluted Truman. In fact, he had already vaguely guessed the identity of this big man in his heart, and now it was just a confirmation.

"This is Major General Weisman, from the Pacific Theater Command, and he came to observe this exercise on the orders of General MacArthur," said General Taylor, who suddenly whispered in Parks' ear, "Are you ready to go to the Pacific?" ”

Parks didn't make a sound, and he politely shook hands with Major General Weisman. He knew that this handshake would pull him from Europe to the Pacific, but he was ready in his heart