"He is an outstanding soldier, inventor, scumbag, and robber... Well, he is wanted by many countries in Europe. If possible, you should try to send him to the division headquarters."
It turned out that the guy had such an origin, and Xie Jinyuan was relieved.
Intuitively, as long as you tell him that you know his identity, it shouldn't be difficult to control him.
However, no matter what he thought, Lieutenant Colonel Marcus on the opposite side added,
"It's best not to let General Falkenhayn know about him, otherwise he will definitely be invited to join the advisory group...those old...well, old-school officer corps, they like outstanding soldiers too much."
Listening to a series of definitions, Xie Jinyuan really couldn't remember how one person could have so many "titles".
Finally, holding on to his last chance, he asked,
"Then is he Chinese or..."
There was a burst of unexplained laughter on the other end of the phone, and then Lieutenant Colonel Marcus said,
"German, it's interesting to talk about this matter. It is said that when he became a German citizen, he said that he wanted to do something in China, so he needed a foreign nationality, haha... I believe that the committee member and chairman will not like it.
Listen to this."
"Thank you. I'll treat you to a drink if I have the opportunity in the future."
After hanging up the phone, he sat back in his seat blankly, his trembling hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were so wide that the corners of his mouth almost split open.
It felt like someone didn't hit him in the face, but stabbed him in the heart with a knife.
Raising his fist, he wanted to smash the table and curse...
But he would not do that. He was not Captain Tao, an ordinary officer who could get angry and make trouble, but had to give in in the end.
When it comes to nationality, Chinese people who have a little sense of dignity and shame all sound angry.
However, this is true.
Even a small sergeant in the advisory group can defeat a company commander of his own, but he has to talk to Lieutenant Colonel Marcus on the phone at the expense of caution.
This kind of thing will continue to be the case in the future, regardless of the reason, the nonsense term "a country of etiquette" based on principles is simply a scourge for eternity.
Slowly, he loosened his clenched fists and moved his fingers again.
So what does he want to do, what can he do, and why does he do it?"
For a name?
Why would a German want China's name?
For money?
That guy robbed so much money, did he play with women?
No, if he is willing to spend money on women, then no woman will call him "scumbag".
So why did he risk his life on the battlefield?
Patriotism?
Just at this time, the commander of the first battalion, Yang Ruifu, shouted a report outside the office.
"Come in."
Put aside the doubts in your mind, now is not the time to think about these things and confuse people's minds.
Looking up, he saw that Yang Ruifu still had a worried look on his face, and a look of victory on his face.
"Don't worry, it's just a misunderstanding. There won't be any big problems. I have already contacted the lieutenant colonel of the advisory group."
Having said this, he thought about it and told Yang Ruifu,
"Well...he is an excellent soldier, although over there...forget it, it's none of our business. Bring him to see me when he comes back."
Just at this moment, a voice came from outside the door, Zhang Sixing's voice sounded,
"No, my dear Sir, I would like to ask, do you have the opportunity to meet a former German second lieutenant?"
As he spoke, Zhang Sixing entered his office privately without waiting for the announcement from the guard at the door or Xie Jinyuan's order.
In fact, he thought it was ridiculous to have an office for himself on the battlefield.
Seeing that Zhang Sixing had just arrived without Hansen Raoul, Xie Jinyuan and Yang Ruifu winked.
The latter glanced at Zhang Sixing, as if to warn him not to cause trouble, and then left.
"Please take a seat."
Wearing his cloth suit, Zhang Sixing lit a cigarette and looked at his watch again before saying,
"We can't sit for too long. I think we have some things to discuss. I'm very busy and have to go out."
Looking at Xie Jinyuan who was sitting upright, he shook his head even more at the Chairman's subordinates.
It seems that he is denying this approach. For some reason, Xie Jinyuan feels that he should explain,
"A good officer needs to be loved by the soldiers, but also needs to keep a certain distance. This..."
Zhang Sixing shook his head at this,
"What is needed on the battlefield is discipline and morale, not this kind of 'honor and inferiority' that separates officers and soldiers."
Such an academic argument is meaningless. Zhang Sixing went on to say,
"The miscellaneous barracks and other broken soldiers you collected belong to me. The first and second floors belong to me, and the third and above floors belong to you."
I was thinking about the "honor and inferiority" issue that this guy just mentioned in my mind, and then I heard such a weird request.
The first floor is obviously more dangerous, and it also needs to face direct attacks from the Japanese. Commanders with a little bit of arrogance will put troops with poor combat effectiveness on the upper floor.
Seeing how casual the other party was, it was a bit funny that he was sitting upright. Xie Jinyuan relaxed and asked,
"Don't you want to ask me what I think about lower level defenses?"
Shaking his head, Zhang Sixing's expression flashed between his eyebrows,
"No one in this world knows more about building cleaning and defense than me."
Hearing him bragging about not paying taxes, Xie Jinyuan really wanted to quarrel with him and even give him a slap in the face if possible. But he was an officer in a country of etiquette, so he tolerated it and waited for him to show off, trying to find a loophole to defeat him.
He has an army.
"The job on the first floor is to prevent the enemy from having a chance to go upstairs, and secondly to destroy the enemy troops that come in. You will know about these two things when you have time to go see the miscellaneous barracks and set up defenses."
He raised his wrist and looked at his watch again. It was already 4:35. Zhang Sixing felt that he really didn't have enough time.
He stood up, threw the cigarette butts on the ground and squandered them, then Zhang Sixing asked again:
"If you are not satisfied with the deployment, we will deploy it according to your order. What do you think? Also, don't worry about the things I did in Western Europe. I happened to be short of money at that time."
Xie Jinyuan's eyes widened and he didn't understand how Zhang Sixing knew about his phone call with Lieutenant Colonel Marcus.
As for the defense on the first floor, seeing how confident he was, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but be curious about this guy's so-called "defense deployment". He said seriously,
"If you can really lead that group of soldiers to guard the lower level, then we would be very grateful."
Zhang Sixing was quite satisfied with Xie Jinyuan's answer. Only a soldier who does not stick to the rules is worthy of victory on the battlefield.
He gave an awkward military salute and left.
After about half an hour of touching, Yang Ruifu came to the office.
"Report"
"Come in"
While answering, Xie Jinyuan suddenly felt that once the "report" came in, everything would be over.
Looking up at Yang Ruifu who came in, his brows were full of dissatisfaction and even a little angry.
"Commander, please go and take a look. Those bastards in the mixed barracks are just like children playing house."
Upon hearing Xie Jinyuan's interest, he picked up his military cap and put it on his head.
"Let's go take a look. I would like to know what kind of building defense technique that guy who came back from Germany can do. To be honest, the first battalion commander, this is the first time I have even heard the name building defense technique.
arrive."
As he was talking, he took Yang Ruifu out of the office. When he got there, he realized that it was really like what Yang Ruifu said, it was quite like children playing house.