Chapter 380 This may be useful to you
The 1st Special Artillery Division won a great victory in Cambrai by taking advantage of the night battle. The French army recovered lost ground all the way until it reached the original defense line.
The reason for stopping was that the short tracks of the "Saint-Samond M21" did not allow it to cross trenches, and it could not cross the 2-meter-wide trenches to pursue the fleeing German army.
But Christian was satisfied. He captured a large number of new German tanks, a total of 129, of which 83 were intact and ready to move.
The German army was caught off guard. In the dark, they didn't know where to drive the tanks, so they could only abandon the tanks and flee. They didn't even have time to blow up the tanks before leaving.
Gaston, the commander of the 2nd Artillery Regiment, was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He immediately asked Christine: "General, you won't assign the tank to someone else, will you? It's our trophy. I'm willing to exchange the 'Saint Salmon' for it!"
"I'm not sure, Gaston." Christine looked at the iron lumps. They did look much better than the "Saint-Chamond M21", although they were defeated.
"You know." Christine said helplessly, "We don't have the right to decide."
Gasdong's fiery gaze gradually dimmed.
He thought of a problem: the First Special Artillery Division defeated the Germans with the "Saint-Samond M21", and those generals sitting in the office would take it for granted that the "Saint-Samond M21" was better than the German tanks.
Therefore, the captured tanks were more likely to be distributed to another group of novices rather than the elite 1st Special Artillery Division.
More importantly, only if the "Saint-Samond M21" is not eliminated and continues to win, can Schneider obtain more orders with confidence.
Gaston sighed in his heart. As a tank soldier, it was so difficult to own a normal tank!
He felt that he was not fighting an enemy, but rather struggling against stupid generals and greedy capitalists.
Christian didn't say anything else. He patted Gasdon on the shoulder and reminded him, "You should think more about Charles, Gasdon. I hope you can understand Charles' sacrifice!"
With that, Christian left, rushing to the defense line to consolidate the defense.
Gaston stared blankly at Christine's back. He didn't understand what Christine meant by this. Charles' sacrifice? Wasn't he just giving a suggestion?
After a moment's pause, Gaston suddenly thought: Joffre was Charles's opponent, and Charles's First Special Artillery Division was helping Joffre.
In other words, Charles helped his opponent defeat himself.
Only in this way can the lives of the officers and soldiers of the 1st Special Artillery Division be saved!
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When the news of victory reached the French General Headquarters, the room was instantly filled with jubilation, and some people excitedly hugged each other to congratulate each other.
Joffre, who was called "French Tranquilizer" by the media, still sat quietly in his seat, but he felt a little sour in his nose.
He needs a victory so badly that even a small victory worth mentioning is a luxury, let alone a "remarkable" victory.
All along, Joffre felt that he was living under Charles' shadow. Every invention and every victory of Charles was like a mountain pressing on Joffre's back, making it hard for him to breathe.
Sometimes Joffre couldn't help thinking: why not just resign as commander-in-chief and run away? Charles' presence made him feel that this position was too hot.
But he doesn't have the courage to give up everything he has now, because giving up would be tantamount to admitting defeat.
There was no way he could lose to a child, Xiafei thought.
Now, victory has finally arrived, he has finally turned the tables, he has proved his ability, and also proved that he, the commander-in-chief, is not just a figurehead!
"General!" The staff officer reported to Xia Fei with a phone a few meters away: "General Christian is on the line. Do you need to say anything to him?"
"Yes." Xiafei stood up confidently, took the microphone with his head held high, and said in a firm and powerful voice: "Well done, Christine. Like I said, as long as you dare to attack, you can win! You won!"
Christine on the other end of the phone had a wry smile on her face.
This idiot, he still doesn’t know that the key to this victory was the “night battle”, and he is still complacently thinking that it is his credit!
But Christian didn't show it. He seemed to have made a decision and replied calmly: "Yes, General, you are right."
Then Christine added: "I will continue to launch attacks, but before that, I think we should consolidate the occupied defense line."
"That's right." Xiafei readily agreed with Christine's suggestion: "I will send reinforcements immediately."
Finally, Joffre added: "Express my regards to all the soldiers. They are all heroes!"
If it were in the past, Christian might have been grateful for this sentence, but now, there were only four words in his mind: "pale and powerless".
If Joffre really took the soldiers on the front line seriously and really thought they were heroes, he should consider the lives of the soldiers like Charles did, instead of pushing them into the enemy's guns like garbage!
After ending the call, Kristen glanced around, picked up the phone again and lowered her voice: "Connecting to the Police Training Base, 105th Infantry Regiment Headquarters."
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At that time, the headquarters of the 105th Infantry Regiment also received news of the victory at Cambrai.
Tijani nodded at Charles while holding the telegram. "It's incredible. You only gave two words, but the troops that were originally in a desperate situation turned around and became the winners. What's the story behind this?"
Ciel said sarcastically, "Are you trying to admit that you are not as good as Christine?"
As soon as Christine received the words "night battle", she knew what to do, but Tijani still hasn't figured out the reason.
"How is that possible?" Tijani let out an awkward laugh. In fact, he really didn't expect it.
It’s not that Tijani is incompetent, but that he doesn’t understand the “Saint Samon M21” and doesn’t bother to understand this piece of garbage.
It's normal that you can't imagine what advantages it has in night combat because you don't understand it.
What Tijani did not expect was that under certain circumstances, "garbage" could play a role beyond imagination.
At this time, the phone rang. It was Christine.
"Its front armor is 14mm, its speed is about 12 kilometers per hour, and its maximum speed is 16 kilometers per hour."
Charles said "hmm".
Then Christine reported:
"6.7 meters long, 2.34 meters wide, 2.965 meters high, chassis height 0.6 meters above the ground, one turret and two machine gun turrets, one in front and one in the back."
Ciel simply replied "Yeah".
Finally Christine said: "I thought it might be of use to you, General. I am staying here in Joffre."
Ciel smiled softly and responded, "Yes, I understand."
Charles did realize that Christine's last words should be reversed: "I'm staying here in Joffre, and I thought that this might be useful to you!"
(End of this chapter)
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