Chapter 318 Intelligence

The French people were not aware of the danger on the front line at all. Everyone was cheering for Charles' successful capture of the "A" corner defense line.

They took it for granted that as long as Charles held the defense line for a few days, the Ottomans in "A" corner would collapse and surrender, and then France would win a decisive victory.

Mata Hari thought so too.

At this time, she was enjoying a candlelight dinner with the French Navy Minister in his villa in the 16th district.

This was originally their world for two people, but Hari mentioned Charles intentionally or unintentionally.

"What an amazing hero!" Hari smiled, with envy and admiration in her eyes: "People are talking about him, and I even met him once. Do you know? I was so scared at the time that I didn't dare to go up and talk to him. I regret it very much! It's hard to imagine that he is only 18 years old and will definitely make a career in the future!"

These words inexplicably hurt the Navy Minister.

The Navy Minister is already in his sixties and his life is coming to an end, but the beloved woman in front of him actually worships another man, but this man is still young and promising and has a bright future waiting for him!

The Minister of the Navy was unhappy and silently cut a piece of steak and put it into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Harry was not tactful and continued to talk:

"For example, in this battle, people say that Charles will definitely win."

"He has surrounded the enemy. Now it's just a matter of time, right?"

"Incredible, the British sent so many troops and so many warships but couldn't do it, but he did it easily!"

"If there is a chance, I really want to meet him. Can you introduce him to me?"

The Minister of the Navy was jealous and couldn't help but stop the action in his hand and replied coldly: "No, Harry, the victory or defeat is still unknown, they just don't know."

"Oh, really?" Harry was stunned and looked at the Minister of the Navy with a surprised look.

Then she suddenly laughed and looked at the Minister of the Navy meaningfully: "I understand, dear, what are you thinking about? He is still a child to me!"

The Minister of the Navy was a little confused and didn't understand what Harry was talking about.

Until Harry turned his eyes to the steak, while cutting, he said: "Sorry, dear, I shouldn't mention Charles, lest you..."

He chuckled.

The Minister of the Navy understood what Harry meant. She thought that he said that the outcome of this battle was "uncertain" because he was jealous of Charles.

"No, it's true." The Minister of the Navy was a little embarrassed because he was indeed jealous.

"Okay, I believe it!" Harry replied, but there was a flash of mockery in his eyes, and there was no belief on his face.

"There are some things they don't know." The Minister of the Navy couldn't help but explain: "The Germans have figured out a way. They plan to transport a batch of grenades and mortars to seize Charles's defense line, which is fatal to Charles's defense line!"

Harry was horrified: "Is this true? God, are we going to fail?"

"That may not be the case." The Minister of the Navy replied calmly: "So, Charles hopes to launch an attack before the enemy's grenades and mortars are delivered to force the enemy to surrender. The outcome will depend on tomorrow morning!"

It doesn't matter even if the news is leaked to Harry, the Minister of the Navy thought so, anyway, she will stay with me tonight.

"So that's it!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief and raised the wine glass: "For victory!"

"For victory!" The Minister of the Navy replied.

Harry looked at the Minister of the Navy with satisfaction as he drank the red wine. She had just put a sleeping pill there, and he would definitely have a good sleep tonight.

...

At dawn, the sky was gloomy, with only a little fish belly white in the east.

The surroundings fell into a strange silence, even the whistling sea breeze calmed down, and the air full of corpse stench was like an inverted clock pressing down on the battlefield of corner "A" of the Gallipoli Peninsula.

Neither the enemy nor our army slept, they seemed to be in sync, and the soldiers on both sides were preparing for battle in their respective trenches.

The French and Australian troops, they hung grenades on their bodies and installed bayonets on their rifles one by one, preparing for the upcoming attack.

The Ottoman army, they put their rifles on the trenches, the machine gunners were busy transporting boxes of ammunition to the machine gun positions, and some were busy adding sandbags to the trenches, preparing for defense.

The Ottoman army obtained intelligence in advance that the French and Australian troops would launch an attack.

This intelligence went around in a big circle. First, General Winter discussed the war with the French Navy Minister, and he reported the pessimism on the front line with some frustration.

Later, the spy obtained intelligence from the Navy Minister and passed it to Germany.

Germany then passed the intelligence to Sanders, who was commanding operations in the Ottoman Empire.

Sanders had no doubts about the intelligence.

Because it made sense. Today was Charles' last chance. Grenades and mortars would be delivered tonight, and tomorrow morning would be the time for the Ottoman Empire to launch a general offensive.

Sanders stood on the muddy hill in military boots, holding a telescope and looking at the enemy's defense line through the gray sky.

If Charles wanted to launch a sneak attack, he would have to do it this morning, otherwise he would be wiped out!

It turned out that Charles' attack was real, because the sound of artillery sounded soon.

Those were mortars, and they shot into the trenches of the Ottoman army one after another, with amazing accuracy, on both sides.

Damn it, Sanders frowned: "They must have calculated the parameters during the day, so they can shoot so accurately now!"

Mortar suppression, throwing grenades into the trenches after rushing into the 50-meter line, maybe they can really break through the Ottoman army's defense line.

"Send reinforcements immediately!" Sanders pointed to the middle of the defense line where the artillery fire started, and ordered the staff: "We must not let them break through the defense line!"

"Yes!" Quinn responded and passed the order down.

At the same time, bursts of whistles came from the direction of the defense line, and dense machine gun sounds followed.

The Australian and French troops launched attacks on both fronts at the same time. They shouted and jumped out of the trenches with bayonets, and charged towards the Ottoman defense line in dense formations.

Sanders became nervous.

Charles' troops usually don't fight in such dense formations. Is he going to go all out?

"Artillery!" Sanders ordered: "Order the artillery to provide fire cover!"

"Yes!" The staff hurriedly passed the order down.

The artillery's accumulated shells were originally prepared for the general attack, but now they can't take care of so much.

"Boom boom"

"Boom boom boom!"

...

A barrage of artillery fire hit the position, but it was not accurate. This was because the distance between the enemy and our defense lines was too close, and the artillery could only bomb deep into the enemy.

What Sanders didn't expect was that everything he did was exactly what Charles wanted him to do.