Chapter 463: One Seven Percent

Lucia was uneasy. She didn't know whether Charles would welcome her.

He might refuse directly. After all, it was wartime and he had a lot of things to do, and it was related to the life and death of Belgium.

Or maybe he chose to meet but acted coldly because he was thinking about the "Lady in White" and intelligence.

Lucia glanced around and saw that their eyes were full of joy or hope. She couldn't help but regret bringing them here.

She should refuse firmly or come alone, so as not to embarrass herself in front of her family or disappoint them!

…

Charles was thinking about similar questions when he walked out of the headquarters and went downstairs.

How to face Lucia?

Ask directly if there is any intelligence and let her go?

This is too blunt and doesn't look like a couple at all.

What should a couple be like?

Charles slowed down his pace. It was of course a surprise to meet his girlfriend after a long absence. That should be...

Charles slowly quickened his pace and soon ran.

When he rushed to the door, he saw Lucia from a distance and called out excitedly, ran up to hug her and turned around, and kissed her hot lips without hesitation.

This is how the movie was shot.

But what surprised Charles was that Lucia seemed to resist.

She gently pushed Charles and whispered in Charles' ear: "Someone is here."

Charles was stunned, and then he found that several people beside him were staring at him blankly. They seemed to have come with Lucia.

Lucia straightened her dress and whispered to Charles: "This is my father, mother, and brother!"

This caught Charles off guard. He looked at Lucia in panic. Meeting the parents? The task I gave you does not include this!

Mr. Girard rubbed his hands nervously, and he took the initiative to shake hands with Charles: "It's an honor to meet you, General, my name is Girard."

"It's an honor, Mr. Girard." Charles replied.

Mrs. Girard came forward with a smile, and she looked at Charles as if she had found a treasure: "Hello, General, I am Lucia's mother!"

"Hello, Mrs. Girard."

The always lively Stein was stunned on the spot, and was suddenly awakened by Lucia's push. He hurried forward and held Charles' hands with both hands: "General, I I..."

His hands were trembling and his teeth were chattering. He couldn't squeeze out a word after saying "I" for a long time.

"His name is Stein." Lucia rolled her eyes: "He just said he wanted to join the army to fight the Germans, but now he's like a coward!"

Charles smiled at Stein: "That's because I'm not German. I believe he will be a warrior when facing the enemy."

"Yes, General." Stein nodded gratefully: "I promise!"

Lucia glared at Charles and whispered: "He's only seventeen years old."

"Oh." Charles immediately realized the problem, and he turned his eyes to Stein: "Then you should exercise well and be ready to wait for the call of the country!"

Stein's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still stood up and answered: "Yes, General!"

Mr. Girard and Mrs. Girard felt incredible. When did Stein become so easy to talk to?

Lucia understood what was going on.

That was not "easy to talk to" at all, but Stein took Charles' words as an order.

Entering the airport, Stein was once again shocked by the fighter planes parked at the airport. He had never seen the "Camel" fighter so close. Belgium did not have any of the most advanced fighter planes of the Allies. He could only envy them.

...

Charles led everyone into the reception room on the first floor.

According to regulations, civilians are not allowed to enter the headquarters. Many things may leak secrets just by glancing at them, such as combat maps.

There are two sofas and a coffee table in the reception room. The orderly Adrian brought some cakes and fruits to everyone and made a few cups of hot coffee.

Mrs. Girard kept her eyes on Charles, smiling, which made Charles feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sorry, General." Mr. Girard said, "We didn't want to disturb you, but Lucia happened to come to Ghent to see us, so..."

Charles looked at Lucia sitting next to him unexpectedly: "Are you from Ghent?"

Lucia took a sip of coffee: "At that time, Belgium was still in the hands of the Germans, and it didn't matter where I was from."

Then he glanced at Charles and said half-jokingly: "No one will know that you only took one day to fight Antwerp, General, otherwise I would ask you to take care of my family."

Everyone laughed.

Mr. Girard nodded secretly, it seems that Lucia and Charles get along well.

Charles once again sighed in his heart about Lucia's acting skills and her clever social skills. She can always bring the awkward atmosphere to a relaxed and happy one.

"I need your help with something." Lucia made a request.

"What?" Charles asked.

The first thing he thought of was the car, the house, the bank deposit, and the sky-high bride price. It seems that this is what he wants to discuss when he meets the parents.

But... foreigners don't seem to need these.

Lucia raised her head to Stein who was sitting opposite her: "He has a revolver."

"Lucia!" Stein stood up to protest against Lucia's betrayal.

But Charles glanced at him, and Stein suddenly became half a head shorter and sat back down.

Charles stood up and waved to Stein: "We are about the same age, Stein, and we are both interested in the army. We should have common topics."

"Yes, General." Stein followed him respectfully.

Charles took him to the window, looked at the fighter jets taking off outside the window and said, "Do you know who we need most?"

Stern shook his head blankly: "I don't know, General."

Ciel raised his head towards the fighter jet flying into the sky with the sound of motor:

"Pilot, Stine."

"We currently have only more than 700 pilots who can perform combat missions. This is before the Germans have developed fighter planes and have almost no combat losses."

"Can you imagine? We have millions of troops and only over 700 pilots."

"Once the Germans have a new fighter aircraft capable of fighting us, there will be a shortage of pilots."

“Would you rather be one in a million or one in 700?”

Stein's eyes lit up and his chest rose and fell sharply: "You, you mean, I can become a pilot?"

"Why not?" Charles replied: "As long as you are a member of the Allied Powers and can fly a plane, we need them all."

Stine stood up and replied: "I understand, General, I hope to be one in seven hundred!"

"Very good." Charles nodded and turned to Steen: "If you want to become one in 700, what you need to learn now is not the revolver, but the flight principles and related knowledge of the aircraft. Understand me. What do you mean?"

"Understood." Stern stepped forward again: "I will hand over the pistol as soon as I get back."

Mrs. Girard looked at Charles and Stern in front of the window, and patted Lucia's hand with a look of relief: "He is excellent, not just for fighting!"

"Yes." Lucia replied, lowering her head to drink coffee to hide the loneliness in her eyes.