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

This kind of behavior is doomed, and it will be difficult for him to integrate into the new whole of the First Fleet.

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

If this reaches the Brazilian Ministry of Defense, it may trigger the upper echelons to arrange for someone to come down to investigate.

And at this moment, Colonel Valdo Granma had some doubts in his heart, why the soldiers of the First Fleet had the audacity to refuse the orders of him, the colonel's officer.

This is an absolutely impossible scenario in other armies.

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

And today there are junior officers who refuse to carry out his orders for the sake of the so-called sense of honor of being a soldier.

Combined with the fact that the person who came to receive him today was only a small ensign, which made him have to start thinking about whether this ensign was instructed by someone to deliberately embarrass him.

even deliberately provoked his anger and made him do something irrational.

This is also the reason why he couldn't help but didn't pull out his gun and directly killed the second lieutenant who disobeyed the order.

After the small episode that happened at the airport, everyone after boarding the bus seemed a little silent.

The powerful Colonel Valdo Granma is also wondering if there is some conspiracy in his heart at this moment.

And Mrs. Granma was a little absent-minded, not knowing what she was thinking.

Only three children were looking at the huge barracks with fresh faces, as if they didn't know what was going on.

The convoy drove out of the airport, inspected at several gates, and entered the heavily guarded barracks.

The situation in this barracks was not what Colonel Valdo Granma expected, because now that the war was over, most of the Brazilian army had stopped training.

Soldiers who have no tasks are often wandering around the barracks casually, or playing some ball games, and some people secretly hide to play some chess and card games that are prohibited by the army.

This was not the case in Natal's barracks, where at least after entering the gate, Colonel Waldo Granma did not see the soldiers who appeared to be loitering.

He was amazed that the soldiers walking on the road, whether armed or not, kept walking in formation.

He was even looking around to see if there were gendarmes nearby.

He had the impression that soldiers could observe military discipline only when they were inspected by the gendarmerie.

And the gendarmes of the Brazilian army don't really care much about what the soldiers do when they are resting, or what they do.

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

The soldiers were being led by the officer, and he was familiar with the American training, but he noticed that there was something he had not been exposed to before.

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

Although it was close to evening, Natal was located in the tropics of the Southern Hemisphere, and the sun was still scorching.

The soldiers on the training ground were training desperately as if they were unconscious, and he could even see that several of them were also covered in mud and crawling over the barbed wire fence covered with mud.

The machine launched not far away was whizzing past the barbed wire, and the fighters under the barbed wire were so frightened that they couldn't raise their heads, and there was a guy who looked like an American instructor standing next to the machine gun, who was roaring loudly urging the fighters to pass quickly.

This scene seemed to take him back to the days of training in the United States, and although he didn't have to go through such training, he thought it was a kind of torture.

And Mrs. Granma, who was sitting in a daze, was a little frightened at the moment.

The constant screams from his mouth provoked angry eyes from the instructors on the side of the training ground.

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Colonel Rama also hurriedly took his wife in his arms and comforted him softly.

He didn't dare to bare his teeth at the instructors who came to him, because he smelled the smell of American instructors from these people.

However, the children in the back car were full of curiosity about this kind of training scene that they had never seen before, and they stretched out their fingers from time to time to point and discuss.

The soldiers wearing army uniforms with luggage looked at everything in front of them with some dumbfounded, as if they had returned to the European battlefield.

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

Mrs. Granma's mood finally eased, and Mrs. Granma, who was born in Rio de Janeiro, was not someone who had not seen the sea.

But when the car passed through the hot training ground and saw the beach again, Mrs. Granma had a feeling of excitement for the rest of her life.

But the good mood did not last long, and Madame Granma saw a scene that made her feel very unpleasant.

A group of soldiers in small shorts were being supervised by instructors to sit on push-ups in the seawater, and the moment they lay down, they were completely submerged in the sea water and couldn't breathe at all.

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

It's more like a breath-holding exercise.

"It's such a terrible scenery, such a beautiful sea view, such a beautiful beach, for a group of big-headed soldiers to train here."

Mrs. Granma finally couldn't hold back her complaints.

Colonel Valdo Granma hurriedly stopped her waist and comforted:

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

Ensign Albert Deere sat in the passenger seat, and when he heard Colonel Valdo Granma's words, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Even the driver of the car frowned after hearing the conversation between the two.

Eventually, the vehicle drove into a residential area by the sea, which had been built during the American station.

Most of them are American-style two-storey small western-style buildings, covering an area of about 150 square meters.

The upstairs and downstairs add up to enough space for a family.

After making a turn in the residential area, the convoy stopped in front of one of the houses.

When Colonel Waldo Granma saw the house, he nodded in satisfaction.

Madame Granmar was evidently pleased with the house as well, and a rare smile escaped from her face again.

"Sir, this is the house for you."

Second Lieutenant Albertu Dill handed a small cloth bag to Colonel Waldo Granma.

Motioned for the other party to open the door of their home in person.

Colonel Valdo Granma took it casually and handed it to Mrs. Granma beside her.

With excitement on her face, the lady took the small cloth bag and walked to the door.

Mr. Colonel looked around and saw several giant warships parked on the beach not far away, and couldn't help but be deeply shocked.

Then he said indifferently to Second Lieutenant Albert Diere:

"Who are my neighbors?"

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

But I don't know who lives in that house."

Second Lieutenant Albert Deere politely answered the Colonel's question, not really unaware of who lived in these houses.

However, after a brief contact today, he decided that there were some things that it was better not to talk to the colonel in front of him.

"Then do you know where Colonel Fang Lang is?

I think I need to talk to him."

Colonel Valdo Granma showed disrespect for Fang Lang, the commander of the First Fleet, which made Ensign Albert Deere and others very dissatisfied.

The second lieutenant knew that he was only a second lieutenant officer, and it was impossible for him to clash with the colonel in front of him.

However, as an officer of the Second Section of the Logistics Department, he had already made up his mind to use a magnifying glass to keep an eye on the arrogant and domineering army colonel in front of him.

Secretly ruthless in his heart, don't let him catch any tricks.

If he has the chance, he must let the other party know who is the one in the First Fleet.

"Sir, I think Chief Fang should be in the office right 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.

It's very busy, and if you want to see him, I can make an appointment for you."

"Advisory group? Is it an advisory group to the U.S. military?"

"Yes, sir."

Colonel Valdo Granma 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 in the past.

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

When Second Lieutenant Albert Deere heard this question from Mr. Colonel, he pursed his lips in his heart, full of disdain.

What do you call your Marines?

It's the Marine Corps of the First Fleet, it's the Marine Corps that belongs to Colonel Fang, and you're just a newcomer to the Marines.

If you can't get Colonel Fang's approval, you're nothing.

Of course, these can only be thought about in my heart, and I still said with a smile on my face:

"Of course, sir."

"I remember that these soldiers have all gone through recruit training! Why do you have to train at such a high intensity again?"

Colonel Valdo Granma said the question he had been wanting to ask since he saw the training scene in full swing at the base.

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

He was reluctant to ask him to repeat his training experience in the United States.

Every day, when you are exposed to the wind and the sun and abuse yourself, people who are sick will think about doing it again.

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

The daily consumption of such training is very scary.

Not to mention the wear and tear of guns and ammunition, the cost of food and drink alone is at least three layers higher than usual.

Is the Navy so rich?

If Fang Lang knew what this guy was thinking, he would definitely spit out a mouthful of old phlegm on his face. It's not your money, it's your business!

If not, how can Shata's business be carried out.

The weapons and ammunition of the arms company that he set up himself, who he sold it to, has no brains and is stupid.

It is a pity that he asked Ensign Albert Diere, not to mention whether Mr. Ensign knew the answer to this question.

With what Mr. Ensign is thinking now, he will say that he does not know if he knows.

So, the second lieutenant said unsurprisingly:

"Sir, this kind of problem is not something that a small second lieutenant of my staff can know.

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

All I know is that this training will last for six months, and the original training mobilization meeting was presided over by General Crook, Chief of the General Staff of the Admiralty.

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