My Italian: Chapter 432 naval instructor

The noon sun shines in the room, and Lefer is writing with his head buried in his head. There is no other sound in the room except the rustling sound of writing. Outside the window, the mighty and domineering warships in the port of Taranto stand tall, and the sound of sirens from time to time makes the silent room have some other sounds.

"Leifel, are you there?"

Suddenly a voice came from outside the door, pulling Lefer back to his mind immediately.

This voice was too familiar to Lefer, and he answered immediately. "Gomes, I'm here."

After speaking, he opened the door, and sure enough, it was Gomez standing outside the door.

"Long time no see, old friend."

Gomes stepped into the room, patted his old friend Lefer on the shoulder, and expressed his joy.

"Gomes, why come to me when you have time."

Hearing Lefer's question, Gomez shook his head and said. "It can't be helped, it's not like you, you can only stay on land without a battleship. It was originally planned that I would lead the first patrol squadron composed of three Garibaldi-class ships, but you also know that the wealthy Yankee company I bought the two ships that just started to be installed. I want to continue to lead the first patrol squadron, so I can only continue to wait for the completion of the three patrol ships that the shipyard continues to build. I hope the admiral will not take all the battleships this time. It’s sold, at least let us get acquainted with it first.”

Apart from making fun of what happened to him, Gomez suddenly changed the topic. "But thinking of your first squadron of battleships, I suddenly feel much more comfortable inside."

Well, Lefer’s First Battleship Squadron was actually three Turin-class warships. At that time, the idea of ​​​​the navy’s high-level officials was to serve as the new First Battleship Squadron commander after the Genoa-class service, but its fate and Gomes is the same. The Americans bought three Genoa-class ships that were about to enter service at a high price, and the first battleship squadron disappeared immediately, so the two are also considered to be in the same boat.

Hearing what Gomez said, Lefer teased. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Facing Lefer's inquiry, Gomez looked at him and said casually. "Can I come and see you? I haven't seen you for so long, and I miss you a little."

"Come on, I still don't know you, just tell me if you have anything."

It was obvious that Lefer didn't believe that this old friend was just looking at himself, and that they were all good monkeys, so don't fool anyone.

"Actually, apart from coming to see you, I also want to ask you to get some first-hand information about the San Diego naval battle. I know that you are the commander of the battleship formation, so I want some information about the US Navy."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Gomez told his true intentions.

Lefer asked with some doubts. "Why do you want information about the U.S. Navy? We have compiled detailed naval battle details into a book before, and the Ministry should have sent it to you."

What Lefer was talking about was the routine rule of the Ministry of the Navy that the commanders of Italian warships who had participated in naval battles were required to write a battle summary. The Admiralty will compile these battle summaries into a book and distribute them to other captains and formation commanders who have not experienced it.

As for the Santiago naval battle, the officers who participated in the battle finished the battle summary within half a month, and when they came back, the basic officers all had a handbook, and Gomes must have a copy.

"Actually, no...heh, formation coordination command and combat experience."

Just when Gomez wanted to say something, he was immediately attracted by the topic Lefer put on the table.

"It's just my nonsense."

Lefer, who didn't have time to clean up, immediately defended himself. But in the face of this justification, Gomez showed an expression of obvious disbelief.

"Someone said before that at least half of the Spanish fleet's victory was due to you. I also felt that the Spanish fleet's combat style was somewhat similar to yours. Now that I see your topic, I believe it. In that naval battle, you at least It's half a commander. Tell me, Commander Leifer."

Gomez's words made Leifer a little bit dumbfounded, it was all rumors and what. If this is not clarified, it is not his credit for defeating the US Navy. This is not good, it will make people mistakenly think that he is a person who likes to claim credit, and it will be troublesome. No one likes this kind of person.

"Gomes, the fleet is under the command of Lieutenant General Sedra, and I just made a few suggestions, but they happened to be adopted by Lieutenant General Sedra."

Lefer's explanation made Gomes even more curious. "Then tell me, what suggestions are they? Don't worry, you still don't know what I am, so I won't talk nonsense. Just say it."

Seeing his friend who was eager for knowledge, Lefer told him after thinking about it. "Say it first, let me tell you, but don't spread it."

"Okay, I can guarantee it."

"First of all, I suggested staying in Cape Verde, then attacking the east coast of the United States, and returning to San Diego."

Gomes was stunned by Lefer's words, because as long as he had a detailed understanding of the process of the Spanish-American War, it was a stroke of genius for staying in Cape Verde, and his disappearance just rightly made the Americans suspicious and made mistakes on their own. The attack on the east coast that followed was even more brilliant, leading the US Navy by the nose.

Unexpectedly, these were actually suggestions from his friends, which really made Gomes feel a lot of emotion, and he didn't know what to say. Cedra, who is known as the famous Spanish general, unexpectedly has more than half of the credit for his friends.

After satisfying his friend's curiosity, Lefer asked about him. "You asked me for more detailed information, do you want to write a report?"

"Yes, I want to write a report on American maritime power, so I want to ask you for information, but I didn't expect you to be writing it too." Speaking of this~www.mtlnovel.com~ Gomes had a flash of inspiration, and immediately spoke road. "Are you also going to be an instructor at the Naval Academy in Leghorn?"

It was nothing more than Gomes wanted to ask this question, because there is an unwritten rule in the Navy that if a colonel wants to be promoted, he must go to teach for two years before he can be promoted.

This regulation is actually to allow those experienced naval captains to learn more theoretical knowledge and understand the latest naval developments and technologies of various countries. After all, there is still a big difference between a school-level officer and a general, and you need to study hard.

Facing his friend's inquiry, Lefer replied. "Yes, I was told to go to Livorno as a teacher."

"Now, I'm sure I won't be alone in Leghorn."

Seeing that his friends need to go to Livorno to teach as much as himself, Gomes is very happy.

"Since that's the case, I suggest that to celebrate we go to become teachers together, how about a drink?"

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