"Calvin, if there is a machine gun position in front of you, do you think you can survive?" Mu Yang asked at Calvin with his head raised and his chest raised.

Calvin's face silenced, then lowered his rifle and said, "No, I think I will die bravely."

Mu Yang asked Calvin to sit down and continued.

"Actually, my method is not complicated. It's just a change of a forward posture. If we need to move forward quickly, we bend down and run forward. It's best to be 90 degrees. It's a very simple mathematical principle. Doing so can minimize the area of ​​shots."

"When we approach the position, we can crawl forward, so that even the enemy's machine gun will be difficult to hit us."

"My war philosophy is that only if you survive, you can defeat the enemy. Death bravely is just a fool's behavior. Are you willing to die?" Mu Yang asked the four of them.

After a moment of silence, Claire still answered, "No, sir, no one wants to die."

"Very good. Since we all have the desire to survive, let us train us. We must try our best to survive in future battles, and then defeat the enemy. Do you understand?" Mu Yang stood up and said loudly.

"Yes, sir." The four of them stood up and replied loudly at the same time.

Mu Yang took out the purchased gas mask and said to the four people, "This is the latest gas mask I have gotten. The biggest advantage is that it will not affect my breathing. The soldiers will not take off their masks because of poor breathing. However, this thing has not been mass-produced, so I have only gotten enough for us to use it ourselves, so don't spread it, do you know?" Mu Yang ordered.

The four of them agreed in unison, and that they had a new understanding of Mu Yang's methods, especially the means of getting supplies. The four of them now had a new understanding of their company commander. His company commander was really a person with great eyes.

After the serious topic passed, Mu Yang also changed his smile and said to the four people: "My training plan starts tomorrow. But today, we can give the young men a rest. Didn't we get a lot of wine? There is no war now, so we can open a party to make the brothers have fun."

"Really, can those wines be drunk openly?" Newton asked excitedly.

"It's all there, anyway, I'll be gone after drinking it today. You decide for yourself, you don't have to consider my portion." Mu Yang said.

"Ok, that's great. I must be drunk today. I haven't had a good time after drinking it for a long time."

"What should I do on duty? Today, you three rows are responsible for duty?" Bolton poured cold water on Newton.

"Hahahaha." Newton lowered his head in pain, and the others burst into laughter.

"Newton, I allow you to drink today. But the soldiers' duty must be arranged." Mu Yang saved Newton, and Newton patted his chest to ensure that he would never delay duty.

Claire and the other two left Mu Yang's office with a smile on their faces. They went to prepare for the party tonight. Although there were no women, as long as they had wine, they would be fine.

Mu Yang got to the desk and took out the letter paper from the drawer. He was about to write a letter again.

This time, Mu Yang is preparing to convey the two methods of anti-cannon holes and crawling forward to the top leaders of the army, which can improve the survival rate of soldiers.

However, at the end of the letter, Mu Yang still mixed it with private goods and mentioned the labor issue in the last letter, but he didn't write much. He just tried it briefly.

Mu Yang wrote a letter to the military's senior management to catch their gun holes and crawl forward, just to attract their attention. After all, he was just a small major officer and had no sense of existence in the army. He hoped to use this method to let the senior management know themselves, pay attention to themselves, and then pay attention to the suggestions he made.

Mu Yang's letter this time was not only written to the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces General Ferdinand Foch, General Douglas Hegel, commander-in-chief of the British Army, but also to the commander-in-chief of the US Expeditionary Force General John Pershing, hoping to attract their attention.

"Ford, come here?" Mu Yang called out his communications soldier in the office again.

"Company Commander, what's the matter?" Ford came in quickly.

"Help me deliver these three letters." Mu Yang handed the three envelopes in his hand to Ford.

"You wrote another letter to the marshals." Ford asked curiously as he looked at the letter in his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, send it over quickly."

Ford ran away with the letter, and it was the second lieutenant of the regiment who received the letter last time. "This time, General Pershing, the Americans, was added. Are you sure your company commander knew these big names?" The lieutenant asked in disbelief.

"Of course, and the relationship should be very good, otherwise I wouldn't have written so hard." Ford showed confidence, but he himself was not sure whether his company commander knew these marshals, but he did not lose the formation and had to take it.

"Brothers, look at what I saw. Someone in the British army proposed to give those workers the treatment of soldiers."

At the French Army headquarters, a staff officer responsible for handling official letters held up the letter sent by Mu Yang to Marshal Ferdinand Foch and said loudly.

For official letters, these staff members usually handle them first, and the important ones will appear on the generals' desks, except for private letters. After all, there are too many soldiers who want to write letters to the general, so the general has no time to read the soldiers' complaints.

"Are that British man stupid? How could he think of improving the treatment of those monkeys? Is the British army's current logistics sufficient to squander at will?" someone said with a smile.

"What's that fool's name?"

"Joseph Williams, a major company commander."

"Is it the ridiculous gentlemanly demeanor, or is it that he has a woman with yellow skin?"

"I think the latter is likely to be."

"Hahaha" The staff officer laughed in the office, and Mu Yang's letter was directly thrown into the ranks of abandoned letters.

On the third day, another letter was brought out, but this time it was taken seriously, and the letter was placed directly on the desk of Marshal Ferdinand Foch.

Very beautiful body type in English. Although Ferdinand Foch speaks very well in English, he doesn't like English.

"Anti-cannon hole..."

"Crawl forward..."

When Ferdinand Foch saw Mu Yang's analysis, he said that if these two methods are used properly, they will reduce the casualty rate of soldiers by at least more than half. This statement made Ferdinand Foch pay attention to it.

Now, whether it is Britain or France, the biggest problem is that a large number of young and middle-aged people in China have died. The country has reached the point where there is no soldier to attack. Every soldier is the bargaining chip in the hands of the generals and is the guarantee of victory. If half of the soldiers can be killed less, it would be a huge thing.

"Notify the General Staff that all combat staff will gather in the Operations Research Office."

After reading Mu Yang's letter, Ferdinand Foch issued an order directly.

Such a thing also happened in the British command center. General Douglas Heg, the commander-in-chief of the British army, was also holding a combat meeting.

This time, the name of Joseph Williams was truly well-known, especially those big men in the army. The letter Mu Yang wrote before to increase the treatment of Chinese workers was also dug out of the pile of waste paper, but after reading the big men, they all threw them back.

This is how human nature is. What is useful will naturally be taken seriously. What is useless will definitely be thrown into the wastebasket. Mu Yang's suggestions are ignored again.
Chapter completed!