"These Chinese are the best recruits I have ever met. I'm not saying that the National Wehrmacht is not excellent enough, our young men are all good. I mean, they performed very well, completely different from what I had imagined at the beginning." German sergeant Dieter threw down the sweat towel, picked up the aluminum tea tank on the table, raised his head and poured a large mouthful of light beer.

"These young people have a strong understanding ability. After three hours of language courses a week, some of them have been able to communicate with us in simple German." Lieutenant Hoffman wrote a work record in a note. He looked up at the sergeant, and then picked up a grilled sausage from the rattan basket on the table.

"How was the confrontation exercise yesterday afternoon? Who won in the end?" Captain Von Stauffenberg stuffed a stack of documents into the map bag and then tightened the belt buckle.

"Oh, I forgot that you went to the headquarters yesterday. It was Hans's team. That guy was so proud. His team among the four training teams that achieved the combat goal." Closed the notebook, the lieutenant said while chewing the sausage.

"These Chinese soldiers train very hard, they are very obedient, and can also restrain themselves with discipline. If equipped with advanced weapons, they will be the best light infantry in the world." After Dieter finished speaking, he burped with satisfaction.

"I agree with you, but this still needs to be commanded by a group of qualified officers. The biggest problem we are facing at present is the grassroots officers sent by China. Almost all of them need to be retrained. The tactics they learned are too outdated and their thinking patterns are very rigid. I really don't know what kind of military education they received before. In my opinion, some company platoon leaders are not even qualified to be squad leaders." Ensign Hoffman said with a smile.

"Many people in the headquarters have the same views as you, Hoffman, but I hope this is only talked about in private, and it is best not to make such remarks in public." Von Stauffenberg stood up, tied the map bag across his waist, and re-tie his belt outside.

"Are you going out again?" asked the lieutenant.

"Yes, the baggage battalion has some things to deal with, and I will stay there at night and never come back." Stauffenberg checked the gun holster around his waist, and then took off his military cap from the hood rack.

"Captain Horn will go together, too?" Hoffman asked.

"Yes, he drove over to pick me up. Now, it's time to see that it's almost coming." Stauffenberg raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Before he finished speaking, two short car horns came to mind outside the house.

"Okay, I'm leaving, gentlemen." The count paused, then turned around and opened the door.

"Are you not late, Stauffenberg." Captain Binz Horn held the steering wheel of the bucket and looked happily at Von Stauffenberg who was walking towards him.

"Very punctual, Mr. Horn." Stauffenberg sat in the passenger seat.

"Is it better to go directly to the baggage battalion, or to the command center first." Horn pulled the gear lever and slowly stepped on the accelerator.

"I need to know the truth about the situation there when I go to the baggage camp, and if it is the same as the report said." Stauffenberg leaned his elbow against the car door, and took out the cigarette box from his chest pocket with his other hand.

"Okay, I'm also very curious. Someone dares to play this trick under your nose." Captain Horn skillfully pulled out a cigarette from the count's cigarette box and pressed the cigarette lighter on the dashboard. This thing was not the standard configuration on the 82-barrel car. Obviously, the one driven by the captain was a special version.

Von Stauffenberg was sent to French Indochina as a staff officer in the operational situation of the command. In the order, he also led a special military team, claiming to be coming to study and inspect the tactical development of the French colonial army in tropical jungle operations. In fact, he was also responsible for helping Brenberg prepare for the Asian Theater Command of the National Defense Forces.

The Earl, who once refused to serve as Secretary Brenberg, finally became the subordinate of the marshal after five years, which made him sigh at the magic of fate. There seemed to be an invisible hand that arranged all of this.

The German Asian theater was covered by a very large range, covering almost the entire Southeast Asia. However, the actual staffing of the theater command was surprisingly small. At present, there were less than 70 people in total, and most of them were affiliated with the intelligence and communications departments.

The German officers and soldiers serving in the headquarters didn't care about this at all. They had long been familiar with this operating model, because like other German theater commands, they only built a simple framework in the early stage, and although the organization was small, they had all the internal organs. Once needed, they only needed to dispatch appropriate personnel and expand into a giant, which was just a matter of time.

Von Stauffenberg devoted great enthusiasm to this work, and participating in the reinstatement of a regional combat command is a very valuable experience for any German officer.

He has learned from it how to adjust the internal structure of the advanced command system according to the actual situation, and how to make reasonable allocation of manpower and materials under special overseas conditions. These are all knowledge that cannot be learned in military academies and command departments. Many of them are qualified to contact only when they rise to the advanced command level.

This Asian mission has helped Stauffenberg's growth deeply, which made the captain full of gratitude for the appointment of the head of state. He did not think he would stay in Asia for a long time. This experience will add a brilliant mark to his file. This is a very valuable personal capital and will play a very critical role in his future promotion of his position and military rank.

In fact, he had also received hints from his colleagues in the Berlin Command, who told him that the superior officer had high expectations for him, and the head of state even asked about his situation several times. Obviously, these all indicate that when he completes this task and returns to China, he will be immediately reused by his superiors.

After receiving this news, Stauffenberg's work enthusiasm became even higher. He had to show better results to prove that his superiors had no mistakes in his vision.

Although Captain Binz Horn was his deputy, the two men had not touched their heads a few times after arriving in French Indochina.

Just as Von Schodefenberg was busy handling administrative work, the captain led his armed squad into the northwest of French Indochina and went from the vast jungle. If it weren't for sending some news back from time to time through the radio stations he carried, Stauffenberg almost thought that these people had disappeared in the jungle.

It was not until a week ago that the captain and his subordinates suddenly returned to Saigon. Although their condition seemed a bit bad at that time, it was obvious that they had completed the task assigned by their superiors, because when they met Stauffenberg again, Captain Horn had a first-level iron cross on his chest.

"I have received a transfer order to return to China." Horn held the steering wheel with one hand and pulled out the cigarette lighter with the other hand and lit the cigarette.

"Is that so? Congratulations, when did it happen?" Stauffenberg slapped the lighter in his hand.

"Just before I came, Major Doman personally handed the order to me. The departure time was set for next Wednesday, and they took the Normandy, and they thoughtfully prepared a first-class cabin for me." Horn inserted the cigarette lighter back into his original position.

"If I have time that day, I will go to the dock to see you off."

"Thank you, do you have anything or letter to me to bring back to Berlin?" Horn turned the steering wheel and turned the car onto the highway.

"There is nothing to take back for now, but I still want to thank you. Actually, I won't stay here for too long. I should be transferred back to the commander-in-chief around the end of the year." Stauffenberg took a cigarette in his mouth and vomited a cloud of smoke.

"That's great, we can get together in Berlin at that time."

"If there is a chance, I have no objection." Stauffenberg said with a smile.
Chapter completed!