Chapter 164 Celebrating the Triumph

The drizzle continued to fall tirelessly. The town of Darwaise was not as quiet as usual. People were busy on the streets of the town with umbrellas and raincoats.

Today was Charles' holiday, and they wanted to prepare for the welcome more than half an hour in advance.

This was the mayor's idea. He believed that Paris had organized welcoming ceremonies for Charles again and again. As Charles' hometown, Darwaise should hold a bigger one for him... Bigger seemed unrealistic, but at least it could be more grand and enthusiastic.

However, before they were ready, Charles' car suddenly arrived.

This made the scene chaotic. The neighbors cheered in a hurry. The car had already passed before the person in charge of sprinkling petals had time to climb to the roof. Several tables were tripped by the chasing crowd.

But the crowd still chased up in groups and tried to give flowers to Charles. The guards hurriedly blocked them on both sides.

"What are they doing?" Charles in the car waved in response and asked in confusion.

"They are celebrating your triumph, Lieutenant!" Laurent said, "But you are half an hour earlier than usual today, which disrupted their plans!"

Charles felt helpless.

He deliberately set out half an hour earlier, and sneaked out from the back door of the headquarters, otherwise he would be surrounded by the crowd and reporters, and the car he was riding in would be filled with flowers.

The car stopped at the door of the house. There were more guards here, and a whole patrol team was used to maintain order, but it still couldn't stop people's enthusiasm. They shouted and cheered at Charles almost crazily.

Deyoka and Camille stood at the door with helplessness in their eyes. It can be seen that they don't need to do this.

When Charles got off the car, he saw Teddy and other classmates, both men and women. They should have come together, waving flowers in their hands and shining with fiery light in their eyes.

This was specially arranged by the mayor. He gathered Charles' classmates at the door of the house. He thought this would attract Charles' attention.

The mayor succeeded, and Charles had to respond to the enthusiasm of his classmates. He stepped forward to shake hands with the classmates one by one, thanked them, and took the flowers. After a while, he couldn't hold them all, so he had to give some to Laurent first.

Flowers were still handed to Charles one after another, and there were blessings from classmates:

"Congratulations, Charles, you are great!"

"You taught those invaders a lesson!"

"You are our role model, Charles!"

...

Some classmates even waved the conscription order at Charles: "Charles, I will report the day after tomorrow, I want to be a hero like you!"

Charles smiled back, but he felt pity in his heart.

His name is Michael. He is one year older than Charles and is of the age to be drafted. He is one of the best students in the class, but now he has to go to the battlefield with a rifle. The most terrifying thing is that he still fantasizes about becoming a hero like Charles...

One day, when they fell on the cold battlefield with their wounds covered, their comrades stepped over him and attacked the enemy's position. In the end, he was accompanied only by pain, despair and rain from the sky. It was getting colder and colder, and his consciousness gradually blurred... At that time, they would definitely hate Charles who had given them hope.

Suddenly, a strong hand held Charles, and an adult face with a beard appeared behind the flowers. He said to Charles anxiously: "I need to talk to you, Charles, my name is Kobdo..."

Charles was startled and wanted to pull his hand away, but he was held tightly by him.

"I have no ill intentions, I have an idea!" He spoke faster and pleaded in his eyes: "It only takes a few minutes, please..."

Laurent recognized that it was a reporter from the "Morning News" and immediately ordered the guards to carry him away.

Charles sighed in his heart, do reporters need to put in such effort now?

However, Charles didn't take it too seriously. He waved to the rest of his classmates and hurriedly ended the socializing. He turned around and walked into the house amid the envious eyes and shouts of his classmates.

...

At the dining table, Djoka glanced at the neighbors who were reluctant to leave outside the window, shook his head and said, "I feel like we have become stars too!"

"Yes!" Camille brought the apple crisp to the table and complained, "Reporters ask questions all day long. They even want to know what color and what fruit Charles likes to eat!"

But Charles saw a proud smile on her face.

Djoka raised his eyebrows and whispered when Camille returned to the kitchen, "In fact, your mother likes to tell people about your childhood. She can talk for hours and scare away all the reporters!"

Charle stopped what he was doing and looked at Djoka with horror.

Djoka knew what Charles was worried about, and he comforted him, "Don't worry, she didn't say that you wet the bed when you were twelve!"

Charles was a little embarrassed. For some reason, this matter spread to school and became a joke among classmates. Wouldn't classmates tell reporters? As a public figure, there is no privacy at all. Charles experienced this distress.

Djoka changed the subject at the right time: "So, there is an insider in our factory?"

Djoka learned about the La Fox battle from the newspaper. If Charles had painstakingly deceived everyone and then deceived the Germans through "everyone", it means that there are no secrets anywhere, including the factory.

"Yes!" Charles nodded gently, he picked up a piece of apple crisp and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and couldn't wait to swallow it, and then grabbed the cup and drank a mouthful of milk.

Since getting up in the morning, he hasn't even had time to drink water. He is thirsty and hungry. He suddenly thinks that Camille's cooking skills are not bad.

Dejoka frowned: "We have recruited too many workers from Francis' factory. It is normal that there are a few workers who have been bribed by him. The problem is..."

Dejoka shook his head in embarrassment: "Unless there is solid evidence, I can't do anything to them."

Charles nodded to show that he understood.

If Dejoka fired them casually or interrogated the workers like prisoners, it would undoubtedly affect the morale and cause dissatisfaction among the workers. Then a strike would occur, and even the workers would be driven to Francis' factory.

"So, how can we find these people?" Dejoka asked.

"We don't need to find them." Charles stuffed food in his mouth and answered vaguely: "We just need to isolate the train station and ask them to send more carriages over!"

Dejoka said "Oh" and understood.

As long as everyone, including the porters, don't know what the train is transporting, it doesn't matter if you find the insider.

The method is what Charles said, "Send more carriages over."

As soon as the goods are produced, they are moved into the carriages and sealed. When the train arrives, the carriages are dragged out of the warehouse and temporarily hung on the train... In this way, except for a few people who directly manage the carriages, no one else knows what is hung on the train.