In the quiet corridor, you could even hear the sound of a pin dropping. Everyone, whether the Ming army or the German army, stretched their heads and looked around to see which guy was so courageous.
The female lieutenant colonel frowned and walked over slowly until she stopped in front of a German armored sergeant and stared at him.
The German sergeant stood straight at attention, with a nervous look on his face. He looked to the left, then to the right, and finally had no choice but to look squarely at the female lieutenant colonel of the Ming Army in front of him.
"Sergeant, what's your name?"
The female lieutenant colonel stared at him and asked. The translator next to him immediately translated into German.
The German sergeant's throat rolled twice and he said dryly:
"Heinz von Offenberg."
"Who whistled just now?"
"I."
"Why whistle?"
Heinz's eyes turned left and right nervously, coughed twice, and then said:
"Because you are beautiful, ma'am."
There was a burst of suppressed laughter in the corridor, and there were sounds of "Puff...", "Chi...", "Hang bang bang...". When the translator said it again in Chinese, the same voice came from the Ming army again.
Squirted out of his throat.
The female lieutenant colonel couldn't help but smile, but immediately kept her face straight and said coldly:
"Thank you. But, unfortunately, it would have been better if you had blown the whistle a minute earlier."
The German young man became more and more nervous, his face turned pale, he did not dare to look at her, and said in a drier voice:
"Madam...I..."
"how?"
"I... my hearing is not very good," Heinz pointed to his ear and gestured nervously and incoherently, "It's like this... whenever a sound reaches my ears, it always... always...
It takes a delay of about a minute, about a minute, before... it can be perceived by my brain... So, madam... I didn't mean to..."
The laughter in the corridor grew louder and louder, almost to the point of open laughter.
The female lieutenant colonel made a gesture with a straight face, and immediately two Ming military policemen came up and stood on both sides of Heinz.
Heinz said nothing, with his head hanging down. He was caught in the middle by the military police and taken to solitary confinement.
The translator came up to her and whispered to her:
"Just now I heard him making a bet with the guy next to him... If he whistled once and was not imprisoned, the other guy would lose 10 mingyang to him... Look, the guy with brown hair next to him is also a sergeant.
"
The female lieutenant colonel clasped her hands behind her back and walked slowly in front of the sergeant next to her, raising her head and staring at him.
The guy who came up with the idea for the bet was still grinning widely. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had become a target. The smile on his face froze and became stuck there.
His face gradually turned white, but his eyes were only staring at the female Ming army officer in front of him who was two heads shorter than him.
The other German young men in the corridor already understood what was going on, and they all suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out, and stretched their heads in a "clop" manner, waiting to watch the show.
The female lieutenant colonel looked him over and over, making him nervous to death. Finally, she nodded and said with a slight smile:
"Okay, your judgment is much more accurate than Heinz's."
Immediately afterwards, the female lieutenant colonel turned around and said loudly to the German officers and soldiers in the corridor:
"Because Sergeant Offenberg's hearing is delayed by one minute, he had to spend the first night in Nanjing in a solitary room. But everyone, you all have no hearing problems, so you can enjoy this time in Nanjing.
The first night! Now you can follow our brothers to the cafeteria for dinner. You will taste authentic Chinese food although it is not luxurious! Then you can take the shuttle bus to Nanjing city and stop at Zhongshan Gate at 11 o'clock in the evening.
Assemble and take the shuttle bus back!"
"Okay, it's six o'clock now," she looked at her watch, then clapped her palms twice, "hurry up and eat!"
After being "coaxed" in the corridor, all the young Germans felt itchy and couldn't hold it any longer, so they ran out shouting and screaming. No one thought about the unlucky guy named Heinz anymore.
…
In accordance with Xiang Xiaoqiang's "spirit", Li Gensheng had already told the Chief of Logistics Staff that the treatment of officers and soldiers of Germany and Germany would be exactly the same. Originally, it was planned that these more than a thousand German officers would eat in a special canteen, and the food would be preferential.
Now, in order to reflect this spirit of equality, 1,300 German officers were divided into four officers' mess halls to eat and mix with Ming army officers.
For this reason, several officers' mess halls urgently pulled out several tons of pork from the cold storage and stewed the braised pork several times to ensure that "the German army can eat one pound of meat, and the Ming army can also eat one pound."
In the cafeteria, German and Chinese were mixed together, and it was noisy and bustling. From time to time, there was laughter from somewhere, or the sound of plates being thrown on the floor "clinking", or the sound of booing.
Beside the pillars of the cafeteria, a large group of military policemen stood in a row, wearing armbands and hanging military sticks and handcuffs on their waists. They stared eagerly at the noisy officers and soldiers of the two countries, ready to pounce forward at any time to pin down and arrest people.
Halfway through the meal time, six fights had already broken out in the four canteens. They were all between the Ming army and the German army. Fortunately, they were pounced on by the military police next to them every time and were pinned down in time, so that they did not develop into a group.
beat.
The military police were absolutely unambiguous about those who fought like this. They would knock them down on the spot, then take out the handcuffs, handcuff them behind their backs and pull them away. Then, regardless of the Ming or German troops, they would all be put into confinement.
As for the reason for the fight, there is no need to ask, and it is impossible to understand. There is no other reason. A large number of young people from the two countries suddenly mixed together. There is also a language barrier, different cultures, and poor communication. In addition, they are all
At a young and vigorous age, they dislike each other, so it would be strange not to fight.
German officers are tall and strong, so the Germans always want to fight alone. Once a pair starts fighting, the surrounding German officers will gather around and cheer loudly. But the Ming army officers always suffer a lot, and usually fight for several times.
All of a sudden, he was beaten until he was lying on the table. Then the Ming soldiers next to him would swarm up and catch the German soldier. At this time, the military police would also rush up. A little later, there would be a group fight.
Because they were always handled in a timely manner, such small conflicts were limited to the level of "individual fighting to vent" and did not escalate into group hostility.
…
But most people were not disturbed by the fight somewhere and were still concentrating on getting food. Especially today, the food suddenly got better. Young people from the Ming army and the German army mingled together and lined up to pass by the window, their eyes
They all stared directly at the large pots behind the glass.
A large piece of rice and two tablespoons of stir-fried vegetables. If you are an officer of the Ming Army, the master chef will ask, "Eat fish or meat?" If you say fish, then put a whole roasted fish on the rice. But for
The German officer and the master chef didn't even ask. They just took out a large piece of braised pork weighing half a kilogram from the pot and threw it into the dinner plate. The dinner plate weighed heavily.
Although they were all big pot dishes, the food looked rough to the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers, but it was already extremely delicious to the German officers. These magical stir-fries, as well as "pork stewed with various oriental spices and soy sauce"
"You can't even find it in Berlin's fine restaurants.
"Those fools," a German lieutenant glanced at the crowd of people fighting and hooting in the distance, tilted his head to avoid the flying chopsticks, chewed braised pork in his mouth, and said vaguely, "you have such good food to eat.
fight……"
"Yeah... Yeah..."
Several German lieutenants around him were also munching on braised pork and nodded in agreement.
…
At a table in the corner, several senior German officers gathered together, chatting and eating. Most of these people were school officers, and there was also a general among them.
This general is none other than Major General Guderian.
Guderian was in a very bad mood. He had just been hired by Hitler in Germany and had just become the director of armored forces, when he was inexplicably sent to the other side of the world.
Armored troops are his passion, and Germany has just begun to rebuild its army. Although it has a weak, but already formed armored force, it is time for him to let go and prepare for a big fight. However, all this is because of the head of state.
In order to get those three old warships, I put myself in "exile"!
Not only himself, but also his 300 outstanding subordinates and 1,000 outstanding pilots were "exiled" with him. In his view, these talents are the hope for the future construction of the German army and the future of mechanized warfare.
The backbone of the country has now been drained away by the short-sighted head of state.
Guderian admired the guy who made these requests to the head of state, the young man from the Ming Empire. In his opinion, what the young man wanted were all good things, and they were all on point.
During the exercise the year before last, when his tank phalanx rumbled past the head of state, the head of state excitedly patted him on the shoulder and said: This is what I want!
But now it seems that all this is obviously not as attractive as the three large warships.
The only thing that made Guderian a little relieved was that the head of state finally told him that their departure could also provide Germany with a set of blueprints for advanced tanks. It seemed that the head of state had not left the construction of armored forces behind.
Guderian is 48 years old. According to the treaty, he will lead the German officer corps to "volunteer" serve on the other side of the world for at least seven years. These seven years are the time when the German Wehrmacht has developed rapidly and grown again. And during these seven years
In the middle of the year, he has to stay away from the German military. In other words, his golden years as a general will be tied to this Asian land, and his future in the German Wehrmacht will be completely ruined.
…
With a gloomy expression, Guderian listened to several of his subordinates at the table talking and laughing cautiously, while numbly using a spoon to put the stir-fried vegetables on the plate into his mouth. From time to time he glanced at the shoving and shoving going on in the distance.
This damn place is terrible!
However, slowly, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. The cafeteria gradually became quiet. The loud noise just now disappeared and was replaced by "buzzing" whispers.
Several subordinates at the same table also stopped talking, raised their heads, chewed slowly, and looked behind themselves. All the officers around them looked towards them.
Guderian turned around and saw a young Ming army officer standing there, holding a plate of food and looking at him with a smile.
It's just that although this Ming army officer is young, he has a high military rank - he is a lieutenant general.
Guderian knew who the young man was staring at him with a smile.