Later, Zhang Chi learned that Ying Guan likes to drink this kind of wine because it is difficult to eat fresh vegetables in the desert. The "Bloody Mary" is a cocktail made of vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices and celery roots, which can supplement the vitamins needed by the human body.

Of course, this is only for British officials.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Zhang Chi seemed to be distracted, Page asked.

"I'm thinking..." Zhang Chi leaned back and said, "Why did you start the interview?"

“Isn’t that right now?”

"Now?" Zhang Chi smiled and said, "But you didn't ask anything!"

"Okay!" said Page. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Zhang Chi couldn't help but be stunned: "What's the problem?"

"Of course this is the problem!"

“Will you write it on your report?”

"Of course!" Page said: "I will say in the report... General Zhang Chi, who has been fighting on the battlefield for several years and has always lived in danger, still has no girlfriend. I think that once this report is published, there will be many ladies sending you love letters!"

Zhang Chi couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. He obviously didn't expect Page to be so direct.

"So...Is there an answer to my question?" Page asked.

"Yes!"

"Hmm!" Page looked at Zhang Chi with anticipation, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"I have a girlfriend!" said Zhang Chi.

"Oh!" The enthusiasm in Page's eyes soon dimmed.

"So your report cannot be published!" Zhang Chi said.

"You are trying to keep me from publishing?" Page asked.

"Of course not!"

"Okay!" Page replied disappointedly: "She is such a lucky person, tell me about her!"

"She is a reporter!" said Zhang Chi.

"Oh!" A trace of surprise flashed across Page's face: "What a coincidence!"

"Yes!" Zhang Chi looked at Page and replied: "She still has beautiful blonde hair!"

Page seemed to understand something, stared at her big eyes and said bitterly: "She doesn't happen to be a British person, right?"

Zhang Chi pretended to be surprised: "How did you know?"

"Go to yours..." Page couldn't help laughing: "I still know she's very happy now!"

As he said that, Page raised his glass.

This time, Zhang Chi tasted a hint of cold sweetness, and it was obvious that the ice in the cocktail had melted... Zhang Chi couldn't help but sigh: This British man really can enjoy it. There are still ice on the battlefield and on the desert battlefield!

Page is very talkative. Sometimes she talks about her father who was injured in World War I and later ran a newspaper, and sometimes she talks about her younger brother who is serving in the army. She occasionally scolds her: "This damn war, if it weren't for it, we can go back to England to see them now! I think they will definitely like you very much, and they will be happy to discuss with you how to defeat the enemy on the battlefield..."

What Page said was true, because Zhang Chi could see a childlike smile on her face, and she even began to depict that scene.

But Zhang Chi felt a little guilty.

While talking to Page, Zhang Chi asked herself from time to time... Did she really fall in love with her? Or was it because the battlefield was too hard and tiring, and she needed to find some excitement and relax? Or were there both?!

Zhang Chi doesn't know the answer.

Then Zhang Chi raised his glass and drank it all... No matter what he is! I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I have to spend my life on my belt. Isn’t it stupid to think so much?

However, at this moment, a communication soldier hurriedly ran to Zhang Chi and reported: "Deputy Military Officer, there is an important telegram!"

"Oh!" Zhang Chi couldn't help but look at Page with apologies.

"It's okay!" Page nodded with understanding: "I know, although I need you, this war also needs you!"

As he said that, Page handed Zhang Chi the military cap he placed on the table and tidied Zhang Chi's collar, just like sending farewell to her husband who was going to work, and said, "I'll wait for you!"

At that moment, Zhang Chi suddenly felt a little moved, or it could be said to be an impulse, an impulse to get rid of everything and live with Peppa... Only then did Zhang Chi realize the true meaning of the sentence "Heroic Tomb of the Gentle Land".

After returning to the command center in disappointment, General Liang immediately sent a telegram to Zhang Chi and said, "The order of the Eighth Army Command is to rush back to Said Port immediately!"

"Run back to Said Port?" Zhang Chi couldn't help frowning after hearing this: "What's the point? We just asked us to station in Mahelama, and now we're going back?"

In fact, what Zhang Chi didn't understand was that he could basically say that he had a quarrel with Montgomery, so it was normal for Montgomery to let him stay in Mahe Lama. What should I do when I rushed back to Saidai Port? Isn't it even more annoying to see him under my nose?

"Deputy Military Officer!" asked Staff Liang: "Look... Could it be that the Germans attacked again, and the British could not stand it, so they asked us to rush back?"

"It shouldn't be!" Zhang Chi shook his head: "The Germans were seriously injured in Maherama for a battle, and they did not recover so quickly. Moreover, Alexandria was still in the hands of the British, so they did not hit Port Said so quickly!"

"Then this is..." Commander Liang was a little confused when he looked at the telegram.

What Zhang Chi and Staff Liang didn't know was that these were actually because of a telegram from Nimitz.

After Nimitz called Montgomery back, he still felt worried. With Montgomery's current state, it was basically impossible to cooperate well with the China Team*, so he sent a telegram to Churchill.

"His Excellency Prime Minister!" Nimitz said: "I know you have always admired Rommel and praised Rommel as a 'military genius' in public. Someone answered, 'If Rommel served in the British army, I'm afraid it's still a sergeant now'. I think this is happening!"

At this time, Churchill was dealing with the German army's blockade of the British Isles at home, and was very busy. Seeing Nimitz's telegram, he couldn't help but feel confused.

"General, what do you mean?" Churchill called back and asked, "Are you saying I can't use people?"

"No, Prime Minister!" Nimitz replied: "I mean North Africa. I sent a 'Rommeel' to North Africa for combat. His combat style is very similar to Rommel. Recently, he defeated a German armored division with an armored regiment. I believe you have received relevant information. But... he is being treated unfairly. If possible, General Montgomery would rather demote him to a sergeant!"
Chapter completed!