Chapter 325 It’s time to change your uniform
The 105th Infantry Regiment walked around the street as if taking a stroll, and it took more than an hour to return to the police training base amid the cheers and screams of the people of Paris.
After arriving at the base, the soldiers ran like crazy, taking off their clothes and rushing to the bathhouse. Military uniforms were thrown everywhere along the way. Most of them were naked on the way, but they still held rifles in their hands and had belts hanging on their shoulders, looking quite like savages.
As for military uniforms, they would no longer think of washing them and reusing them, they would buy new ones anyway.
Only then did Tijani relax. He took off his military cap and straightened his tangled hair. The beard on his face grew like a broom.
He turned around and asked Charles beside him: "Are you going to report back to the city defense headquarters?"
"Yes," replied Charles, and then asked: "And you, General, are you going home?"
Tijani's home is in the 15th arrondissement of Paris.
"No." Tijani shook his head. He turned his gaze to the soldiers who were reveling after the disbandment and said, "I am the regiment commander. I must stay with them at all times unless the superiors give me a vacation!"
Charles felt a little ashamed, as he had just planned to go home after visiting the city defense headquarters.
Tijani is right. If the commander rushes home as soon as he returns, can the soldiers follow suit?
This made Charles feel a little unprofessional, after all, he had never attended military school.
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In the city defense headquarters office, Gallieni was fidgeting. Sometimes he stood up to look at the street outside the window, and sometimes he sat back in his seat.
Gallieni himself found this strange.
Why the rush?
The man has returned to Paris, and it is enough to know that he is safe!
But everyone understands the truth, but can never suppress the anxiety in their hearts.
It was not until he saw Laurent's car carrying Charles stopped at the door of the headquarters that Gallieni breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his military uniform and sat back in his chair, looking indifferent.
However, when Charles appeared at the entrance of the corridor and accepted the cheers and celebrations of a group of staff officers, Gallieni stood up unconsciously.
After a pause, Gallieni wanted to sit down again, but Charles was already standing in front of him and saluted: "General!"
Gallieni said "hmm" with a bit of embarrassment on his face, looked at Charles, and suddenly found that he had grown up.
It wasn't because Charles' skin was tanned, nor was it because of the blood stains on his uniform, nor was it because of the little beard on his chin, but rather a feeling that he had always been like a child before, but now... he was a soldier.
Gallieni tried to remain calm, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably: "How does the battlefield feel, Colonel?"
"Not bad." Charles looked down at his dirty red pants and said, "But I think we should change our uniforms!"
Gallieni misunderstood Charles's meaning. He nodded and said, "Of course, let Adrian go and get two new uniforms..."
"No, General," said Charles, "I meant our uniforms."
"What do you mean?" Gallieni asked.
Charles explained, "Red trousers are very conspicuous on the battlefield, General. They are an excellent target for the enemy. Soldiers do everything they can to get them dirty on the battlefield. Some even prefer to change into corduroy trousers from masons."
Although Charles knew all this before, he did not feel the pain because he did not need to go to the battlefield. But now that his life is threatened, there is no time to lose.
Gallieni replied helplessly: "We all know this, but it is not for us to decide."
"Then let them change their decision," said Ciel, referring to the parliament.
Gallieni lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned his inquiring eyes to Charles: "Perhaps you can make them change, but this may require questioning by the parliament."
Charles nodded: "No problem."
Compared with life, what is a parliamentary inquiry?
This is actually what Charles thinks. His power in the parliament may still be unable to compete with his opponents, but he has the support of the French people. The most important thing is that he has been to the battlefield himself, so he has a say in this regard.
What happens if Parliament disagrees?
They might arouse public indignation among the French military and civilians, followed by waves of demonstrations, which was not what the parliament wanted to see.
However, Charles still took a shower in the city defense commander's dormitory and changed into a brand new military uniform. He didn't want to go back to see his family like this.
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In the small town of Darwaz, people on the streets were talking about:
"Have you heard? Charles is back."
"Yes, he was seen in Paris this morning!"
"It's amazing. He fought a decisive battle and personally fought the enemy in the trenches. Those who said Charles was afraid to go to the battlefield can shut up now!"
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Camille hurried back with an empty basket of vegetables, a newspaper in her hand, her face pale. As soon as she got home, she picked up the phone and called Djoka, but Djoka was already outside the door.
"Camille!" Dejoka jumped out of the car and almost ran in. His voice came before he arrived: "Good news, Camille, Charles is back safely!"
Camille slammed the microphone onto its stand, turned around and asked coldly, "What do you mean by 'returning safely', Djokovic? Hasn't Charles always been safe? Hasn't he always been on the warship making plans and not having to go to the battlefield?"
Deyoka realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and quickly covered it up by saying, "I mean, he returned safely from the Dardanelles..."
"But what I heard was different." Camille interrupted Deyoka: "They said Charles landed on the Gallipoli Peninsula, not in any strait, nor on a warship. He faced the enemy in the trenches and defeated the enemy with a gun!"
"That's what others say..." Djoka answered with difficulty.
But before he could finish his words, Camille had already taken out a newspaper and waved it in front of him: "This is different from the newspaper you showed me, although the date is the same. Can you explain it?"
Djokovic was stunned, then spread his hands as an admission.
"The important thing is that he's back safe, right?" Djokovic said.
Camille asked, "What about the future? I don't understand why they must send Charles to the battlefield. Hasn't he done enough for France?"
Djokovic was speechless.
This is also what he wants to ask, why Charles has to go to the battlefield, while the parliamentarians and their children who have contributed nothing, and the children of capitalists do not need to.
Just when the atmosphere was awkward, a cry of surprise came from outside the door: "God, it's Charles, Charles is back!"
A neighbor also shouted into the house: "Mrs. Bernard, Charles is back, it's really him!"
(End of this chapter)
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