On August 4, the official military exercise friendly match was about to begin. As one of the coaches of the seed team, Saint Jose finally appeared at the military camp training ground.
The ranks of the Ninth Group have not changed much. It seems that neither Aragorn nor the soldiers have put down their training plans because of Saint Jose's frequent departure.
"I don't know if this will be our team's show time."
Saint Jose said something in English to Aragorn, and also to the teams of the Ninth Brigade.
"Boss, are you crazy? Did you forget to take antipyretics when you got caught in the rain? Don't you think that our city guards can surpass the elite defense force after simple training? No, no?" Aragorn rolled his eyes. Said, standing upright, wearing a light-colored Argentine military uniform, with a bulging body, it was the bald one who made the show.
"Private Aragorn, you've been talking more and more and you need to be beaten more and more recently. Do you want me to give you some extra training alone?" Saint Jose said with a grin, showing his big white teeth.
"Boss, I was wrong. Those guys from the National Defense Force are definitely not as good as our City Guards. Under Boss's training plan, we will definitely win this game beautifully..."
Aragorn's voice became smaller and smaller. It turned out that the National Defense Force troops were entering the scene.
"Don't let other people's ambitions destroy your own prestige, just compete well," Saint Jose encouraged these comrades.
The uniforms of the Cordoba City Guards are light green, designed by locals, and they wear ordinary plastic military helmets on their heads. They don't look like an elite force, except for the 9th Brigade and the 3rd Brigade of San Jose, which are relatively neat. Youdu, the other teams are still as before, more or less lazy.
The military uniforms of the Wehrmacht are dark green. They wear military leather shoes, long boots, and American-style steel helmets. The design of the military uniforms is inspired by the Three German Reichs. In fact, they are copied. They are elegant and handsome. level military combat troops.
It looked really good. The number of soldiers in this group of National Defense Forces was similar to that of the City Guards, but their morale was high. The leaders also looked very arrogant, with their nostrils turned upward.
In terms of the treatment of soldiers, the National Defense Force is indeed much higher, but Saint Jose looks a little uncomfortable. If you think about it carefully, it feels too arrogant.
No wonder thirty years later it was able to challenge the former British Empire even though it was not a kingdom since India became independent and was not qualified to be called an empire.
It can only be said that it is a second-rate world power in decline, following the United States, but it is also one of the world's top five gangsters. It was not something Argentina could afford to offend at that time. After all, a country that did not even have an atomic bomb was just a third-rate thing.
The Ninth Brigade, which was still organized by St. Hesse, looked more down-to-earth and simple. It was neither arrogant, nor vulgar, nor scattered. It had a spirit of striving for advancement, although it was quite weak.
The Battle of the Falklands in the next thirty years failed to become a great power battle for Argentina. It was just a complete defeat, a loss of power and humiliation for the country. Not only was the Falklands not recovered, but the military government also completely collapsed. After the war, the Argentine military also declined from its peak.
Argentina is not only lagging behind in the military, but also in the quality of military command, military industry, naval vessels, and soldiers. It is also lagging behind in the economy, industry, and government.
That battle also completely woke up Argentina. Thatcher, known as the Iron Lady, faced a backward, corrupt and incompetent military government. The British people were united. To be honest, it was a bit of a bully. With twice the population, a camel was bigger than a horse. The navy, tens of thousands of sea miles of combat supplies, completely defeated Argentina.
Of course, later Argentina did not try its best, or even go further. It just moved towards liberalization and democratization reforms, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.
"Aragorn is present, all present, standing at attention."
"Take a break." Saint Jose also took a breath, stood at attention, and looked at these young soldiers, full of energy.
"After two months of hard training, our ninth team has achieved certain results this time. This time we compete with our colleagues from the National Defense Forces. We must compete with our style, compete with our level, compete with our style, compete with results, and compete with others." "Out of ambition" St. Jose said some clichés from later sports games, which indeed seemed a bit bluffing.
"At the same time, friendship comes first and competition comes second, do you understand?!" The emotions of the Ninth Brigade were also aroused.
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
St. Jose's pre-match training made the Ninth Battalion the focus of the field, and his loud shouting also made the National Defense Force discover that the City Guards were not all idlers, and that they still had some talents.
The commander sitting on the rostrum looked very satisfied. Sitting next to him was Garcia Martin, who was probably in his forties and ambitious.
Born into a landed aristocratic family, he graduated from the Argentinian Military Academy and studied in Germany. It is said that he was once a fanatical pro-Prussian officer German faction. Saint Jose took a peek and saw that he actually looked like an elegant officer. As expected, a person cannot be judged by his appearance.
Little Commander Tomps sat next to him, looking a little wretched.
Others sitting in the audience were members of some of the city's most powerful families and government.
This military exercise confrontation may be the one that determines the interests of the city of Cordoba and even the province of Cordoba in the coming years.
At present, both the powerful and the lower-class people in Cordoba are happy that the two military leaders adopt this kind of gentle power transfer and share the cake. After all, it is not uncommon for unrest to affect urban development and lead to stagnation and regression of the city.
Have you ever looked at the neighboring provinces of San Luis, Chaco, La Rioja, and San Juan? They are going very far in this regard.
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As a coach, Saint Jose did not need to participate in the competition. After arranging the team of soldiers to participate in the drill, he could sit leisurely in the audience and watch the show.
The people sitting around St. Hesse were all rich and noble people. Klein had already gone back to school, otherwise he would have liked this lively scene.
The person sitting next to him struck up a conversation with Saint Jose.
"Hello, you are Captain San Jose. I am Sanchez Suen, an official of the city's Justice Bureau. Nice to meet you." The guy next to him seemed to know San Jose and introduced himself.
This guy looks to be in his thirties. He is wearing a leather jacket and a watch of unknown brand. The workmanship looks fine. He is slightly bald. His clothes are quite elegant. It seems that he is an Argentine civil servant. Still good.
Suen comes from the Justice Bureau of Cordoba, a judicial institution with little status. This is repeatedly related to the current government agencies. Anyone can control this department and give orders. However, if it is a formal and stable country, the Justice Bureau will be the real power. organ.
Suen usually makes judgments, such as mediating economic disputes, and occasionally dispatches bailiffs. He is slightly related to the cannery below San Jose, but to be honest, there are not many commercial lawsuits nowadays, and the entire Cordoba It is estimated that there are not as many companies as there are in one town in Dongguan City, China, and there is not much industry conflict.
There are very few lawsuits. He can't control things like St. Jose's secret smuggling. He has formal customs clearance certificates and just spends money to buy them.
"Oh, hello, hello, Mr. Suen, nice to meet you too." The two of them chatted without a word, and Saint Jose muttered that this guy had nothing to do with him.
"Mr. Saint Jose, I heard that you opened a cannery. Could you please help me?" Yes, it is known to open a small cannery, but now Prali Cannery is quite big, so casual After investigation, I found out that it was Saint Jose.
"Ah?" Saint Jose was stunned for a moment. Could it be that he wanted to cooperate with the investigation.
The two people chatted for a long time before this guy finally revealed his purpose. It can be seen that bullshit is a basic ability of officials and is common all over the world.
"I want to help my relative find a job..." Hahn said rather embarrassedly.
"No problem, we still need workers and so on. Our factory is quite short of people," Saint Jose said readily. The new round of expansion does require some people.
"No, you misunderstood. I have a relative who just gave birth to her second child this year. She has financial difficulties and has not yet found a serious job. However, the foundation is quite solid." A solid foundation means no work experience.
"If you don't come back to us now, you are too old and you haven't been admitted to the civil service. I want to ask you. I heard that the factory you run does pay well. Maybe I can help." Women who have returned to work have no problem. big.
"If you need any help in the future, you can come to me." The guy pushed up his glasses and his voice became softer.
"Okay, you can let her come directly to work in our factory next Monday. There is a three-day trial period. We happen to be short of a financial accountant." The factory is indeed short of an accountant, and it doesn't need to be too professional or experienced. It's basically reliable.
St. Jesus doesn't care much about this. He has many friends and many paths, and it's not a big deal to go through the back door. Moreover, he graduated from a business college, which is still a talent. You must know that the most important academic qualification in a cannery is just a high school graduation.
"Okay, okay, thank you. This has almost become a problem for me. There are really few jobs in our country, and it's not easy to pass the civil service examination." Su En muttered again.
"Well, let him come to our factory for an interview on Monday when he is free. You know the address, right?" Saint Jose suppressed a smile.
"No problem, I'll tell her then." The two of them continued to watch the game, and then continued chatting, talking about country and nation, without saying anything else.
The two also discussed foreign companies such as the Brazilian mining company Vale, and how Brazil is preparing to establish a national oil company. Our Argentina is too backward, which is a pity. Think about it, Argentina used to be able to compete with Brazil. The regional power that competes with others is currently experiencing domestic turmoil, while Brazil on the opposite side is thriving and has established many powerful company groups.
Among them, Vale, established a few years ago, is the leader. In the future, the world's largest mining company will soon establish Petrobras, which will also become the most profitable and only oil company in Brazil.
Argentina, on the other hand, is somewhat stagnant. Workers are on strike, the treasury is beginning to dry up, and centralization is not enough. Patagonia also has rich oil and natural gas resources that cannot be developed. The two of them are somewhat sad.
The confrontation on the field began to become fierce. The ninth team of St. Jose was indeed professionally trained. It had already ranked second in total points, and the most elite squad of St. Jose had not yet taken action.
Saint Hesse knew it well, and it seemed that the training was very effective.
As one of his deputies, Aragorn also commanded very well.
The people in the National Defense Force were a little confused, but the City Guards became more and more courageous as they fought. Whether it was live ammunition shooting, playing football, horizontal bars or parallel bars, sprinting push-ups, they were not inferior to them, or even slightly exceeded them.
St. Hesse was also completely relieved, looking at Little Thomas on the stage and nodding repeatedly, while Martin next to him was also calm and calm on the surface.
"Old bastard, you have to be careful with guys like this in the future." Saint Jesus thought, and then looked at the city guards on the field, expressing satisfaction.
Even if they are weak, they must fight hard. Even if they are weak, they must work hard to fight against the strong. These are the soldiers of the City Guards.
