I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France - Chapter 595

c587 Hand over Charles

At Jean Bleu’s headquarters, artillery was rumbling on the front line, and staff officers were running back and forth in the office passing messages in and out.

This is an unpeaceful Christmas Eve.

It’s not because of how fierce the war with the Germans is, but because the “battle” between the Charles and the Parliament has not yet been settled, and neither side dares to take it lightly.

Fortunately for Ciel, the reason why he didn’t rest until midnight was because he had just taken back command and had a lot of things to deal with.

Gan Molin was different. He had nothing to do but didn’t dare to leave. He could only stare at the almost blank desktop in a daze.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he could only drink cup after cup of brewed coffee quietly.

Gamelin didn’t understand why he lost to Charles. He had taken advantage of Charles’s vacation to arrive at the army a few days in advance and launched a series of deployments. He would seize the necessary points and all important positions were controlled by his cronies. .

He originally thought that Ciel would not be able to stand up even if he had Tongtian’s ability, but he did not expect that in just two days, the command would be transferred to Ciel smoothly and naturally.

What Gamelin couldn’t accept even more was that the person who transferred the command to Charles was the subordinate he brought from Paris. He was a confidant he thought he could trust and the right-hand man he planned to use to control the 6th Army!

These traitors, shameless bastards, Gan Molin cursed in his heart.

Then Gan Molin turned to look at Wei Gang, who was standing next to him. He was one of the few staff officers who insisted on standing on his side.

Yes, he is Foch’s man, and he will never and should not stand with Charles at any time.

“Where are the British?” Gan Molin asked feebly.

“General.” Wei Gang replied with difficulty: “The British…”

Seeing Wei Gang’s hesitant look, Gan Molin felt a little strange. Could it be that there was something wrong with the British troops too? That was his only hope.

Although Charles said that the British were used to take the blame, Gamelin believed that the British who had the supplies in hand had a certain say.

“What’s going on?” Gan Molin asked.

Wei Gang stood up and plucked up the courage to answer: “General, the railway from Brussels to Gembloux was blown up by German guerrillas, and the road collapsed due to the rainy season, so…”

“So the British can’t make it?” Gan Molin asked.

“No, General.” Wei Gang replied: “They have arrived, but only one regiment has arrived. It may take several days for the others to arrive…”

Gan Molin was speechless for a moment.

What role can a regiment play? Two to three thousand men are not enough for the 6th Army to fill its teeth.

It would take several days for the main force to arrive, and by then the 6th Army would already be in Charles’s hands.

Then Gan Molin felt that this was not normal.

The Germans happened to blow up the railway track at this moment, and they precisely blew up the British railway track leading to Genboulou!

Could it be Ciel again?

Gamelin glanced at Charles, who was busy signing documents and discussing with staff a few meters away.

Damn this guy, he is so young but he has such amazing strength!

…

Gamelin had guessed wrong. It had nothing to do with Charles.

It was not an accident, and it was not German guerrillas, but Belgian guerrillas.

At this time, Albert I’s troops were taking trains one after another to assemble at Gembloux.

Two divisions of regular troops plus militiamen, totaling 60,000 people, controlled all traffic leading to Gembloux outside the town, including mountain roads.

As soon as there was any change in the British and French troops in other directions, Albert I got the news immediately.

As a result, the British railway to Gembloux was cut off, and the road was also cut off. Only one regiment of British troops arrived on foot because they were stationed nearby.

However, as soon as the British troops of this regiment arrived, they were surrounded by Belgian troops and were barely disarmed.

…

At the 6th Army Headquarters, the church bells told everyone that the time had entered four o’clock in the morning.

Ciel has been busy signing various orders.

It was troublesome when the command was first taken back. Almost all orders at the regiment level and above in the entire group army required Charles’s confirmation. All matters that could usually be decided at the brigade or division level were sent to Charles, the army commander.

So I was soft-spoken when signing documents and awkward when granting authorization.

But these are all worth it, and they are better than the power returning to the “middle” officers and finally concentrated in Gan Molin.

At this time, a staff officer stood in front of Charles and reported: “General, Albert I led the Belgian army to blockade Genblou. He sent someone to shout to us and asked us to hand you over.”

“Hand me over?” Charles stopped what he was doing and looked up at the staff officer with a confused look on his face: “What do you mean?”

“I, I don’t know either.” The staff officer also looked confused.

The next second, Charles understood that Albert I must have thought that he was under house arrest and under control, so he brought his troops to rescue him.

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Ciel couldn’t help but laugh. This guy seemed to have some conscience.

“Put the phone to Albert I and tell him I want to speak to him.”

“Yes, General.” The staff officer responded and immediately went to make arrangements.

The phone rang in less than ten minutes. The staff officer answered the call and confirmed his identity before handing the phone to Charles: “General, His Majesty Albert I.”

Charles threw away the pen, took the phone and said “hello”.

“General, are you okay?” Albert I’s nervous voice came from the microphone.

“It’s okay.” Charles replied: “How many people did you bring?”

“A total of 60,000.” Albert I replied: “Don’t worry, the British have been blocked by me and can’t move. They won’t arrive in a few days.”

Charles was speechless for a moment.

Who will take the blame if the British can’t come?

If the parliament can’t find a way out, things will drag on, Your Majesty!

Luckily, Albert I added: “But Lieutenant General Avis is coming with his elite cavalry division, and I can’t find an excuse to stop them for a while.”

The advantage of cavalry is its strong off-road ability. If the road is blocked, cars may not be able to pass, but cavalry may easily take a detour.

“Don’t stop them.” Charles hurriedly said: “Let them come.”

“Are you sure?” Albert I asked, his voice a little strange.

He was actually a pun, and his real intention was to ask Charles if he was free.

“Don’t worry.” Charles replied: “The 6th Army is under my control.”

Albert I felt that Charles’ tone was very relaxed, and he didn’t look like he was coerced, so he was relieved.

As expected of Charles, he was able to regain command alone without any external force.

After hanging up the phone, Charles stood up and walked to Gamelin, saying, “General, this may be good news for you: Lieutenant General Avis’s cavalry division will arrive in about an hour.”

Gamelin was delighted, he finally came.

“So.” Gamelin said with a hint of pride: “Are you ready to welcome him?”

Charles looked at Gamelin in disbelief. Could this guy still hold out hope for the British?