At this moment, Eisenhower was indeed inferior to the future President of the United States. He could indeed think of and understand what Colonel Max said, but he did not want these political matters to disturb his military decision-making too much.
"Political matters should be left to those in charge of politics. The military serves politics, and we soldiers should do what we should do."
"Mr. President made it very clear in his telegram that everything on our need list will be replenished in the next week, and we just need to figure out how to win the battle that shocked the world in May.
"
"We will continue to arrange the combat plan according to the original plan. This afternoon's meeting remains unchanged and there is no need to cancel it. Inform all participants to be present and participate on time."
"Oh, remember to call Colonel Stagg. I want to hear the weather forecast and analysis for May and ask him to bring everything for the meeting. He was late for the last meeting. I don't want to hear his reasons and excuses.
The British always waste time making their black tea, so tell him to be punctual this time."
The John Bulls' morbid love for black tea was simply outrageous. Knowing this, Colonel Max just nodded and smiled at Eisenhower.
"As you wish, General, I will inform you truthfully..."
Jingle Bell--
Before Colonel Max could finish his words, the phone on Eisenhower's desk rang impatiently, impatiently and harshly, steaming like a hot water kettle that had just been boiled, and you could almost feel the eager temperature.
"It should be an emergency, General, I have a hunch."
Colonel Max checked casually, only half-jokingly, and his request was met. Eisenhower, who was in a relatively good mood, smiled silently and answered the phone.
...
"What did you say? He is waiting downstairs to see me? Right now???"
"...Okay, I understand. Well, let him come up. Yes, bring him to my office. You don't have to go anywhere else. Come directly to my office. There is no need for anyone along the way.
Stay. OK, no problem, that’s it.”
Snapped--
The brief call lasted less than half a minute. Eisenhower hung up the phone, but his expression was obviously not good, which aroused the curiosity of Colonel Max who was standing at the table.
"Maybe I shouldn't ask, but... who's here? General."
The "special visitor" who could make Eisenhower sit behind his desk so angry without saying a word, Colonel Max, who was good at thinking, already had several guesses in his mind, but Eisenhower's next unhappy answer was beyond.
Anticipate.
"Who else could do such a mindless and reckless thing? Our armored general, Mr. Patton."
"Barton???"
Colonel Max was surprised when he heard such an answer. He thought of some possible names in his mind, but he never expected that this uninvited guest would be him.
"Shouldn't he be in Kent at this time? Has there been a change of plans?"
Colonel Max, who looked puzzled, asked almost subconsciously, and Eisenhower, who still had an angry expression on his face, shook his eyebrows.
"If the plan had changed, would I look like this now?"
"..."
Come on, no need to say it, brother understands.
The stubborn temper assigned to Patton is back, just like before.
Knowing that he should not stay any longer, Colonel Max quickly said goodbye and left to complete the tasks that Eisenhower had just assigned him to do.
That is, less than half a minute after Colonel Max walked away, the door of the office was opened with the rumble of footsteps like a train, and Eisenhower strode into sight.
"I can't understand why I should continue to be an impostor in that shitty place? I heard from those John Bulls that the plan has been delayed and the Allies can't get enough ships to send our boys.
To the German territory, is this true?"
Sitting behind his desk, he raised his head and looked quietly at Patton, who had two noses and eyes in front of him, breathing white air like a raging bull. Eisenhower, who had a calm tone, was obviously not affected by Patton, who was "raging like a rabid bull."
, but raised the pen in his hand and pointed behind Barton, and said.
"The china shop doesn't close when a rabid bull breaks into it. I'm sure you do, don't you? George."
"...."
Regardless of whether Patton had a high emotional intelligence or not, he could still tell that Eisenhower was hinting at him in his words.
His face was a little red from suppressing it but he didn't know how to refute it for a while. Patton, who was not very angry, could only do it honestly. Just like Eisenhower said, he turned around and closed the door, then turned around and turned back, and then returned to the house again.
Eisenhower stood in front of his desk.
This time, Eisenhower, who had a helpless expression on his face, spoke first without waiting for Patton to speak.
"We have confirmed this many times, George. Before the change order is issued, you have to stay in Kent and play the role you need to play. Why can't you call me or contact me by telegram? We will do it in advance
You have made so many preparations to confuse the enemy. If a German spy sees you running here, have you ever thought about how much of your efforts will be in vain?"
Although Operation Overlord has not actually started yet, preliminary preparations have already begun.
For example, let Patton wear the false identity of "Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces" and wander around the streets of Kent, creating smoke bombs to confuse the Germans and make them strategically misjudge the true direction of Operation Overlord.
This was part of the preliminary preparations for Operation Overlord, but Eisenhower did not expect that Patton, a guy who couldn't stand loneliness, would go directly to his office to make a fuss and "ask for an explanation."
This guy's bull-like violent personality is very useful on the battlefield, making enemies fear him, but the problems that come with it are also a headache.
"I've had enough of that damn place! I just drive around in my car all day long and you think it's my job? Hey! Look! We're here to get ready to go teach the Germans a lesson, I'm not here to fight
Those fat British women wandering around in the streets talking about love. Those British guys also said that the plan has been postponed? It’s unbelievable! My wandering around is a meaningless waste of time!”
"I can't stand all those stupid contacts and middlemen. I need to see you in person. What the hell is going on? Is what the British guy is telling the truth?"
Who knows where Patton heard these nonsense rumors? Eisenhower, who no longer cares about these trivial details, can only quickly explain what he said to the crazy bull in front of him to prevent him from making any mistakes again.
"Don't think too much, George. I just received a telegram from the President. After reading it, I'm sure you will go back to Kent, continue to drive your car leisurely, and go to the streets to see those fat British women.