Chapter 531 We Don’t Need to Follow Their Ideas

At Antwerp Airport, Tijani read the newspaper and screamed strangely again and again:

"No, that's not true!"

"How could they do this?"

"Fuck you bastards!"

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Finally, he threw the newspaper away and looked at Charles angrily: "I was deceived by them. There was no victory at all. Everything was a lie. What the Germans said was true!"

Then his eyes turned doubtful: "Have you always known this? How did you know? You have never left Antwerp since the battle started."

"I don't need to see it with my own eyes on the Somme to know the result." Charles took a cup of water and drank some water. His old habit recurred. Drinking a few more cups of coffee would lead to a light sleep, as if he was asleep and yet again. Awake.

When he put down the cup, Charles continued to explain: "I just need to know Haig's tactical thinking. A man who despises machine guns and tanks. What kind of victory do you hope he can achieve on the battlefield?"

"Okay!" Tijani agreed: "His victory and tactical ideas are only suitable for dealing with colonial guerrillas and African natives."

Tijani knew about Haig. He knew that Haig had served in Assana and participated in the Boer War in South Africa.

Charles is right. Using the experience and tactics accumulated on such an intense battlefield to deal with the Germans is just to get them. A harsh lesson is inevitable.

Tijani sighed, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "I wonder how they will end up!"

Although Tijani is a rich second generation and cynical, there is compassion hidden somewhere in his heart. He hates those who do not take human life seriously on the battlefield, hates them for paving their way to promotion with their lives, hates them Use your blood to wear medals one after another for yourself.

"They will find a way." Charles raised his eyebrows: "You don't have to worry about them."

Tijani let out a disdainful sneer. He would not worry about these bastards, nor did he believe that they could escape this disaster.

But Ciel knows this is true, nothing happened to them in history.

The reason is simple, as long as the battle is promoted as a "victory", sacrifice is acceptable, because the battle itself is so difficult, and others fighting it will be the same, and may even be worse.

As a result, not only will they not be punished, but they will also receive promotions and honors.

Ciel didn't want to see this result.

After walking onto the battlefield, Ciel understood one thing: if you don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill you.

Nivelle, Haig, and Kitchener were all on the Shire's blacklist because they hoped to use their power to kill the Shire.

Therefore, as long as they hold power, the Ciel cannot be safe!

"Major General." At this time, the signal soldier stepped forward and handed over a telegram: "Sent from Paris. The Parliament hopes that you can take the time to go back. They said that there is something that needs to be discussed with you."

Charles smiled softly, took the telegram and saluted Tijani: "Look, they have a solution."

Tijani was stunned for a moment, and then understood that they wanted Charles to go to the Somme to take command.

As long as the Shire are victorious, their scandals will be overshadowed by the halo of victory.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" Tijani looked at Ciel, his face full of objections, but he hesitated soon.

Only the Ciel can stop these unnecessary sacrifices, which will be exploited by these shameless bastards, but thousands of lives can be saved.

Charles did not answer. He calmly ordered the signal soldier: "Call back. I need three days to complete the work at hand."

He glanced at the calendar on the table and added: "I will arrive on time on the morning of the 6th."

"Yes, Major General."

Tijani's eyes were still fixed on Ciel, and he wanted to know what Ciel would choose.

Charles replied helplessly:

"We don't need to do what they want, General."

"For example, now you should secretly send your troops to Mons and prepare them for battle!"

Tijani said "Oh" and suddenly realized: "Good idea, Major General."

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Three days later, the Chamber of the Bourbon Palace was as lively as ever.

The House of Representatives was never quiet during this period. They were discussing Nivele's concealment of the war situation:

"Nivele should be responsible for this incident. It is unimaginable that as the commander-in-chief, he has been falsely reporting his military exploits."

"No, this has something to do with the morale of the army and the confidence of the people. There are many things that are not suitable for the public to know during wartime!"

"It's not the same thing, they're doing it for themselves, I mean the British."

"I don't think so. Sometimes war has to pay a price. After all, our army is in a much better situation than the British army. This shows that the commander-in-chief is working."

"Perhaps it is not the commander-in-chief who is at work, but the fact that our army has a small base of troops, so it seems that there are fewer casualties. There are more than 80,000 people in five divisions, and more than 20,000 casualties. Can this be called 'much better'?" "

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There can be reasons to whitewash anything, not to mention that military theory has no standards and cannot be quantified. No one can be sure whether this approach is right or wrong.

Therefore, the congressmen who support Niweiler can still argue with others, even though the evidence of Niweiler's "false reporting of military exploits" is conclusive.

At this time, Charles opened the door and walked in. The conference room became quiet instantly, and everyone paid attention to Charles.

Charles was already familiar with the situation. He strode to the front of the stage, politely took off his general's cap, held his arm in front of his abdomen, and bowed slightly: "Sorry, gentlemen! I'm late. I was surrounded by reporters as soon as I got off the plane. They made me want to surrender!"

The parliamentarians laughed.

Charles, who was invincible on the battlefield, actually wanted to surrender to his own reporters? They must be spies hired by the Germans!

Galieni, the Minister of the Army, was sitting in the seat behind the podium on behalf of the government audience.

He was very satisfied with Charles' calm performance. This guy had grown up unknowingly, and he was a little strange. There was still a ruthlessness in his bones that he had not had before.

Perhaps it was the battlefield, the business field, and the political arena that honed his edge.

"Major General." A member of parliament stood up and brought up the topic directly:

"Today, you were asked to come from Antwerp to attend the meeting because of a very important matter."

"You should have heard about the situation in the Somme, right?"

"Although there were some irregular and unsatisfactory situations, we all agreed that now is not the time to pursue responsibility."

"Now it is important to solve the problem, that is, how to change the dilemma of the Battle of the Somme..."

Charles interrupted the parliamentarian: "I know what you want to say, but I'm sorry, I may not be able to do it."

The meeting hall was in chaos, and even Gallieni was surprised.

Some people guessed that Charles would refuse. After all, this was to clean up the mess for the "opponent", and no one would be willing.

But they didn't expect Charles to refuse so straightforwardly and firmly.

"No, you can't do this." Immediately, a member of parliament began to kidnap morally: "That concerns the lives of many soldiers, you are ignoring their deaths!"

"I didn't order them to charge, gentlemen." Charles replied coldly: "You should use this to question the generals who gave the order."

The parliamentarian was speechless.

After all, if you don't want to sacrifice, you can just order the soldiers to stay where they are.

"Besides," Charles replied, "I can't do that because my battle has already begun."

He held his head high, and said in a low but strong voice, "My army is attacking Namur, and I must command the battle in that direction with all my strength!"

Everyone was shocked, and some people were so scared that their canes fell under their chairs.