When John heard Fang Lang ask about his father's identity, he did not hide it and said directly: "Yes, my full name is John J. Clark, and my father's name is Joseph J. Clark. Have you heard of it?" ?”
"Brother, I'm just a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. Apart from Roosevelt, the biggest person I know in the United States is you. Of course Roosevelt doesn't know me." Fang Lang made a joke with a helpless expression on his face.
He didn't know what kind of big shot his father was, but he thought he knew him, but it could be heard from his words that he was still very proud of his father.
John laughed loudly and said: "Brother, I should be proud of what you say, right? I can actually become a big shot with Roosevelt, haha..." John laughed heartlessly again.
"Hey, hey... wake up, you haven't said who your father is yet!" Fang Lang was helpless about John's careless character.
"Uh... Okay! Can't you just make me happy for a while? Maintaining a happy mood can help my injuries recover faster, do you know?" Looking at Fang Lang's face starting to darken, John He smiled and said: "Okay! Okay! Satisfy your curiosity, but you must remember not to tell others, you know? My father is the commander of the fifth aircraft carrier fleet. How? Is he considered a big shot? Hehe... "
John's words shocked Fang Lang. No wonder he felt that he should know, he was indeed a big shot. Looking at John's skin color, Fang Lang couldn't help but wonder: "Are you sure he is your biological child? Wait, don't be angry, I mean you are a yellow race like me, your father should be a yellow race too! "
Hearing Fang Lang's question, John almost raised his fist and punched it, but after thinking about it, he understood Fang Lang's question. The United States is indeed a country with severe racial discrimination, and it is indeed difficult for minorities like them to get ahead.
"Okay! Brother, I forgive you. You are right. My father is also a yellow race. To be precise, we are all Indians. My father is a mixture of Cherokee and Sioux, and my mother is Jewish. So. You know that if my father takes care of me, it may have some bad effects, so I don’t really want to work under my father.”
After hearing what John said, Fang Lang understood what John was thinking. He was afraid that because of his own reasons, his father would be labeled as nepotistic and his father's prestige would be damaged.
"Wait! John, I understand what you mean. Do you think that if you work in the army through nepotism, it will damage your father's reputation?"
"Yes!" John said matter-of-factly, indicating that he really refused to serve in the navy because of his father's consideration.
Fang Lang slapped his forehead and said, "Brother, are you terrible? You are twenty-seven years old and already a major in the U.S. Army. You earned it entirely on the battlefield by yourself. Do you think your abilities are terrible? "
Fang Lang felt that he should give this stubborn American a good education.
"Don't you understand what nepotism is? Brother, you are completely incompetent. Relying on your father's relationship to survive in the army is called nepotism. But you can become an army major by relying on your own efforts without the support of your family at all. , in our Chinese parlance, this is called a tiger father without dog sons, do you understand? You should go to your father's subordinates to help your father, understand? This is called a father-son soldier."
After hearing Fang Lang's words, John was slightly absent-minded and fell into deep thought.
Fang Lang didn't bother him, and began to worry about his situation. He didn't want to continue to go to the battlefield to fight for the Americans and the Germans. Although the salary was very good, he didn't want him to work for the Americans.
Soon, John hugged Fang Lang and kept patting Fang Lang on the back: "Brother, I understand, you are right, I should help my father and stand with him."
Fang Lang was also very happy for John when he heard that he could figure it out. Thinking about it, if he had such a relationship, he would have already gone to be the prince, and he would go to the army to fight for his life by himself. This is definitely a mistake.
"Brother, how about you come over and help me? If you continue to stay in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, you will have no choice but to go up and become cannon fodder. I don't want my savior to go and die."
Looking at John with a sincere face, Fang Lang knew that this was his sincerity. At the same time, I was also very happy. With this kind of relationship, Fang Lang was not as stubborn as John. It was just that Fang Lang couldn't talk about this kind of thing by himself. But now John doesn't have to worry about it when he speaks.
"Is this appropriate? I am from the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, and your father transferred you to the Fifth Aircraft Carrier Fleet. If I are transferred to your Fifth Fleet, then I will not belong to the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, right?" Fang Lang didn't think so. Know whether such a transfer is feasible.
"It seems that the Brazilian Navy is under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Fleet, and my father's troops are fighting against Japan in the Asia-Pacific theater. You are not the US military, and it does not seem feasible to transfer you to the Asia-Pacific theater. But the logistics director of the Fourth Fleet is Brigadier General Neo Jackson is an old comrade of my father's. He used to be a frequent visitor to our home. I am very familiar with him. It should be no problem to ask him to help take care of my savior. Ask him to arrange for you to be transferred to the Brazilian Navy Logistics. How is it?"
Listening to the relationship mentioned by John, Fang Lang wanted to laugh out loud. Needless to say, the United States is now Brazil's father, and all logistics are taken care of by the US military. Now that he has found the Navy's parents who provide food and clothing as his backers, if he still fools around If he didn't stand out, Fang Lang felt that he could find a piece of tofu and kill him.
"Of course, brother. As long as I stay away from our officers who don't know how to command battles, it doesn't matter where I go."
If you can really be transferred to the logistics department, it won't be too easy in the future. It is already the end of 1944, and World War II will officially end on September 2 next year. I must find a way to get enough benefits and accumulate enough capital in the last time.
"Then it's settled. I'll finish talking to my father's adjutant first. Then I'll talk to Brigadier General Jackson! You can rest in peace, don't worry, I will never let you return to the front line to die."
In this way, a week later, Fang Lang was lying in the hospital bed and received a transfer order from the expeditionary force headquarters. In view of Fang Lang's heroic performance on the battlefield, he was awarded the rank of second lieutenant. Unable to continue serving in the combat force due to his injuries, he was transferred to the Naval Logistics Department.
Although Fang Lang knew that the Brazilian Navy in this era was basically a joke, it was a good joke! You don’t have to go to the battlefield to joke! The joke only requires transporting some supplies and dropping a few mines. Is there any easier job than this? What's more, it was the Navy's Logistics Department. Fang Lang almost laughed.
After receiving the order, Fang Lang's head no longer hurt and he was no longer dizzy. It was as if the order was a magical medicine that directly resurrected him on the spot.
In fact, Fang Lang did have a few sudden faintings this week, but they were becoming less and less frequent. Fang Lang also completely absorbed the original memory during these fainting moments.
He is a fourth-generation immigrant from Brazil. His grandfather was a small team officer in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At the last moment of the Kingdom's demise, he took more than 300 of his subordinates and fellow villagers on board a ship bound for the United States. When passing through Japan, I heard the propaganda of the Brazilian government in Japan. As long as naturalized immigrants can divide the land, this is safer than going to the United States to start their own business. After everyone discussed it, they unanimously decided to go to Brazil.
In this way, a group of Taiping Rebellion survivors who had never heard of Brazil finally settled in Sao Paulo, Brazil, after nearly two months of travel.
Because Taiye was an officer of the Kingdom of Heaven, he had some prestige among this group of immigrants, and some of the wealth brought from the Qing Dynasty also allowed them to quickly own their own farm in Brazil. The farm covers more than one hundred hectares. of large landowning families.
Overseas Chinese huddle together to keep warm. After three generations of hard work, the Chinese in Sao Paulo have now grown to a village of less than 2,000 people, but this is insignificant compared with the more than 100,000 Japanese immigrants.
With the outbreak of World War II, some conflicts inevitably occurred between the Chinese and Japanese in Brazil. Since the Brazilian government had always been pro-German, the living environment of the Chinese was very poor. Fortunately, as Americans began to get involved in Brazilian politics, later It even brought Brazil into the Allied camp, and the living environment of the Chinese began to improve, and the Japanese immigrants began to restrain their minions.
It was under this circumstance that Fang Lang joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. There were only three Chinese in the entire expeditionary force, and there were none Japanese. Because the Japanese in Brazil were all overseas and their hearts were in Japan, so , no one joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force at all.
After Fang Lang joined the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, he practiced some boxing and kicking skills with his grandfather since he was a child, and he was indeed brave in combat. He captured several Italians on the battlefield and killed several Germans. Therefore, in the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, he was also classified as a sergeant.
If John hadn't been saved, it would have been difficult for him to get promoted when he retired. It’s not that the Brazilian military is racially discriminatory, but that both the government and the military in Brazil are quite corrupt. If no benefits are given to the superior officers, they will basically have no hope of promotion. Of course, others will have good reasons, such as soldiers becoming officers and going to military academies, etc. You absolutely cannot refute this.
