Chapter 318 Intelligence
The French people were not aware of the danger on the front line at all, and everyone was cheering for Charles' successful capture of the "A" corner defense line.
They took it for granted that if Charles held the line for a few days, the Ottomans in corner "A" would collapse and surrender, and then France would achieve a decisive victory.
Mata Hari thought so too.
At this time, she was enjoying a candlelight dinner with the French Minister of the Navy in his villa in the 16th arrondissement.
This was originally their own world, but Harry mentioned Charles intentionally or unintentionally.
"What an amazing hero!" Harry smiled, her eyes sparkling with admiration and admiration. "People are talking about him, and I even met him once. You know what? I was so scared at the time that I didn't dare to approach him to talk to him. I regretted it so much! It's hard to imagine, he's only 18 years old, he will definitely make a career in the future!"
This inexplicably stung the Navy Minister.
The Minister of the Navy is already in his sixties and his life is almost over, but the beloved woman in front of him actually worships another man, and this man is still young and promising, with 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 in a teasing manner:
"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?"
"It's incredible. The British sent so many troops and warships but couldn't do it, but he did it so easily!"
"If I have the chance, I really want to meet him. Can you introduce him to me?"
The Minister of the Navy was so jealous that he couldn't help but stop what he was doing and replied coldly: "No, Harry, the outcome is still unknown, they just don't know."
"Oh, really?" Harry was stunned and looked at the Secretary of the Navy with surprise.
Then she suddenly laughed and looked at the Minister of the Navy meaningfully: "I see, dear, what are you thinking about? To me, he is still a child!"
The Navy Minister was a little confused and didn't understand what Harry was talking about.
Until Harry turned his attention to the steak and said as he cut it, "I'm sorry, dear, I shouldn't have mentioned Charles, in case you..."
As he said this he started to giggle.
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 is true." The Secretary of the Navy was a little embarrassed, for he was indeed jealous.
"Okay, I believe it!" Harry answered, but there was a sneer in her eyes and no sign of belief on her 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 the Charles' defense line. This is fatal to the Charles' 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 if the news gets out to Harry, the Secretary of the Navy thought, since she's staying with me tonight.
"I see!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief and raised the wine glass: "For victory!"
"For victory!" replied the Minister of the Navy.
Harry looked at the Minister of the Navy with satisfaction as he drank the red wine. She had just put a sleeping pill there, so he would definitely have a good sleep tonight.
…
At dawn, the sky was gloomy, with only a hint of paleness showing in the east.
The surroundings fell into an eerie silence; even the howling sea breeze calmed down. The air filled with the stench of corpses was like an inverted bell pressing down on the battlefield at corner "A" of the Gallipoli Peninsula.
Neither the enemy nor our army slept. They seemed to be in sync with each other, and the soldiers on both sides were preparing for battle in their respective trenches.
The French and Australian troops were hanging grenades on their bodies and installing bayonets on their rifles in preparation for the upcoming attack.
The Ottoman army placed their rifles on the trenches. Machine gunners were busy transporting boxes of ammunition to the machine gun positions, and some were busy adding sandbags to the trenches in preparation for defense.
The Ottoman army received intelligence in advance that the French and Australian troops would launch an attack.
This information went in a long circle. First, General Winter was discussing the war with the French Navy Minister. He reported the pessimism of the front line with some frustration.
The spy then obtained information from the Minister of the Navy and passed it on 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 makes sense, today is Charles' last chance, the grenades and mortars will be delivered tonight, and tomorrow morning will be the time for the Ottoman Empire to launch a general offensive.
Sanders stood on a muddy hill in combat boots, looking through the gray sky at the enemy lines with a telescope.
If Charles wants to launch a surprise attack, he has to do it this morning. Otherwise, he will be destroyed!
It turned out that Charles' attack was real, because soon the sound of artillery fire began.
They were mortars, and they fired shot after shot into the Ottoman trenches with incredible 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, rushing to the 50-meter line and throwing grenades into the trenches might actually allow them to break through the Ottoman army's defenses.
"Send reinforcements immediately!" Sanders pointed to the center of the defense line where the artillery fire had started, and ordered the staff: "We must not let them break through the defense line!"
"Yes!" Quinn responded and passed on the order.
At the same time, bursts of whistles were heard from the direction of the defense line, followed by dense machine gun fire.
The Australian and French armies launched attacks on two fronts at the same time. They jumped out of the trenches shouting, held their bayonets, and charged towards the Ottoman defense line in dense formations.
Sanders tensed.
Charles's troops usually do not fight in such a dense formation. Is he planning to go for broke?
"Artillery!" Sanders ordered: "Order the artillery to provide fire coverage!"
"Yes!" The staff officer hurriedly passed on the order.
The artillery's accumulated shells were originally intended for the general offensive, but now they can no longer take care of that.
"Boom boom"
“Boom boom boom!”
…
A barrage of artillery fire hit the position, but it was not accurate. This was because the enemy's and our own defense lines were too close, and the artillery could only bomb deep into the enemy's territory.
What Sanders didn't expect was that everything he did was exactly what Charles wanted him to do.
(End of this chapter)
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