Walter von Braushich, director of the Army Training Bureau, looked at him monographedly with a report in his hand. Whenever he saw a place he agreed with, his face would smile, and his brows would move when he saw something he was puzzled. It looked very interesting. com

The office door was gently buckled. Before Feng Blauch could react, the door had been pushed open and a man wearing the military uniform of the Army Lieutenant General was walked in. Loeb was a man with a strong face and currently serves as the commander of the 7th Military Region Munich and commander of the 7th Division.

"Walter, what made you so anxious to find me?" It sounded like Loeb and Von Brauchic were quite familiar with each other.

Feng Blaushich was reluctant to put down the documents in his hand, and his face was excited: "I found a talent!"

Loeb glanced at the desk's document, which read the words "firework theory, fire network formation theory, and the concept of combat in the infantry "company" unit. He asked: "Oh? Is that the person who wrote this report?"

"Of course!" Feng Bulaoxiqi stood up excitedly: "A very novel theory! This person is really a genius. Look... It includes shooting theory and shooting method. Genius! The author's original intention is to describe the shooting method of firearms, but I saw the shelling theory from it, and mentioned the words "shooting elements" and "air backlog" many times. God! This person is a genius with weapons!"

Loeb was interested by von Braushichi's performance. He wanted to reach out to grab the documents on the table, but was taken first by von Braushichi to protect him in his arms.

Von Braushich was a little dissatisfied: "Don't be so rude, you will mess up the file pages like this!"

The more curious you won’t get it, and with Von Brauchic’s various actions, Loeb was completely aroused by curiosity. He waved his hand: “Old Peng! How can I express my opinion if you call me like this? What kind of baby makes you so nervous. Even Lao Peng is reluctant to ask your beautiful lady to give me a cup of coffee!”

Von Braushich said seriously: "This is the property of the Army! Do you understand? So don't be so rude! And... there is no liquid on the table, and the coffee you mentioned is not allowed to appear!"

Then Loeb discovered that all the liquid-related things in the office had been moved away, and the windows were locked tightly. Even Feng Blaushich was most concerned about, and the small fish tank that originally raised goldfish on the table did not fly. You can imagine how tight Van Braushich's nerves were!

"Improved; superior firepower theory, raid concentration theory, new; gun operation theory, ballistic theory, do you know who wrote these? God! It's the Munich prodigy... Uh! No! It should be called Munich genius Stark now, it was written by that little guy! Emperor! It's hard to imagine what kind of genius he is."

Loeb was stunned when he heard this. He opened his mouth wide and said reflexively: "Are you talking about the little guy who always goes to the military headquarters to read documents? The 'stone' that always runs to the infantry camp to watch the soldiers' training?"

"Stone?" Von Braushich sat down again, "Oh! Do you mean that Little Stark likes to keep his posture still and watch the soldiers practice? Yes! He often does this! I heard Little Stark has the title of Junker Noble Light in Munich?"

Loeb's surprised expression disappeared, and he felt very happy, "Old Peng, you should have said earlier that this report was written by the little guy."

"Why?" Von Braushich still firmly protected the documents in his arms.

Loeb's shoulder-bounced star: "He is mine."

"No!!!" Von Braushich stood up exaggeratedly. His movement almost overturned the table, almost pointing at Loeb's nose: "Little Stark belongs to the country!!!"

Loeb easily described: "Because I am the commander of the Munich Military Region, and you are just the director of the Training Bureau, and you are in Berlin. Hehe... Have you forgotten where the training camp of the Young Miao Military Academy is?"

Von Braushich did not give up, "The little guy seems to be very knowledgeable about the basic training of soldiers? Oh! He also likes to eat Chinese food. I remember there is a very famous Chinese restaurant on William Street. What banquet is there? Ahha... I forgot for a while, and I will take the little guy over to have a look next time."

Leb lit a cigarette very casually, "Of course, of course! My Seventh Division is the little guy's favorite place to go. He even ran with the soldiers and did shooting training. Do you know? What dish is that Manhan chess? Yes! Steamed pumpkin is so delicious." Finally, he licked his lips very proudly, "Next time, I must let my little Stark introduce some more delicious Chinese dishes."

Feng Blaushich obviously lost this battle, but he also showed his tenacious side. "Eugen, the assistant coach of the Miao Military Academy, is my direct subordinate. He has a good relationship with the little guy. He also established an unbreakable friendship with the little guy for the 'leakage' incident."

Loeb's breathing paused clearly, "Dear General Von Sikt came to me a few days ago. He hoped that I could transfer a company to the cadets of the Miao Military Academy for a confrontation exercise. I attached great importance to this confrontation exercise and decided to go there in person, well... maybe I would stay in the Miao Military Academy for a period of time."

"Cheating!!!" Feng Braushichi jumped up, "You are dereliction of duty! A company, my god! Does a company need you, a lieutenant general to supervise?"

Von Blauchic pulled open the drawer of the table with his left hand and quietly reached into the handgun inside. He planned to destroy the general who had left his post, the enemy of the training bureau, the borer of the country, and the public enemy of the world for the military.

Loeb seemed to have discovered Von Blaushich's intention. He pulled out his pistol and pressed it on the table. The muzzle pointed at Von Blaushich, and sprayed out a beautiful smoke ring. "The bullets inside the pistol came from the Stark Military Factory, and it was a modified intermediate bullet style. This bullet has strong penetration power. I heard that the person hit the bullet will not stay in the body."

Von Braushich swallowed, nodded seriously to show his understanding, and even put his hands honestly in the place where Loeb could see.

Loeb smiled happily. He had no intention of putting his pistol away. "Old Peng, come to Munich for fun when you have time. At that time, I will introduce my little Stark to you. He is a strong and powerful guy." After that, he stood up and left the office.
Chapter completed!