Chapter 464 Gallieni's old injury relapses
In the end, Charles only got a piece of information that was of no use.
At that time, the considerate Mr. Girard took others to say goodbye to Charles and waited outside the airport. He deliberately created an opportunity for Charles and Lucia to be alone together.
"I'm sorry," Lucia said. "The news of our relationship spread to Belgium, so..."
"I know." Charles nodded. He had already guessed it.
Then Charles asked, "My performance didn't disappoint them, did it?"
Lucia raised her coffee cup and smiled: "What do you think?"
Charles didn't need to perform at all. The halo above his head was enough to conquer any parent, not to mention that his performance was very decent.
But Charles didn't seem to care about this. He immediately changed the subject to business: "Nothing happened in Paris?"
Lucia recalled for a moment and replied: "People are very angry about Grevi's treason, especially knowing that he is targeting you, so they plan to send him to the guillotine. The date is set for next week."
"Yeah." Charles didn't react. He had already received the relevant information.
Greve brought this upon himself. This diehard with ideals could only be sent to the guillotine to avoid becoming a problem for Charles.
Lucia continued, "Armand was acquitted, and some people speculated that the Second Bureau caught Grevi based on the clues he provided."
Ciel nodded expressionlessly.
The truth was not so. Charles sent Lieutenant Colonel Fernand through Gallieni, who reached an agreement with Armand: help Charles build momentum on the right wing, otherwise he would be executed as a spy along with Grévy.
Any intelligent person would accept this offer.
Lucia put down her coffee, stole a glance at Charles, and asked hesitantly, "You, don't have anything else to say?"
Charles stared at Lucia in a daze, thought for a while, and suddenly said "Oh" and understood, then he moved closer to Lucia, and they could feel each other's breath.
Lucia's heartbeat quickened instantly, and she was both surprised and delighted, thinking to herself that this guy had finally gotten the idea.
Unexpectedly, Ciel lowered his voice and said:
"The intelligence you provided about Belgium was very accurate, and the guerrillas you contacted also played a big role in this campaign."
"It is your contribution that the battle was able to achieve such a great victory."
"Next, the focus of intelligence should be shifted to enemy-occupied areas, especially the Louvain and Namur fortress lines."
Lucia felt as if she had been put into an ice cellar, and her eyes were filled with disappointment, but she still answered silently: "Yes, General."
…
Lucia forced herself to smile all the way, and dealt with her family's curiosity and inquiries with the utmost patience. It was not until she returned to Ghent, walked into the room and closed the door that she could not help but shed tears of grievance.
She sat on the bed for a while and began to regret accepting this task. She thought being Charles' girlfriend would be easy, but who would have thought it would be such a torture!
If possible, she would rather apply for transfer from this position.
But Lucia knew that this was unrealistic. There were only two possibilities for "being transferred from this position": Charles dumped her, or she dumped Charles.
But none of them seem normal, and all of them may lead to the exposure of Lucia's identity or even endanger the "Lady in White".
Lucia found herself in a difficult position and had to play the role whether she was willing or not.
"Lucia?" At this time, my mother's voice came from downstairs: "Relatives and friends are here to see you!"
Lucia quickly stood up and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, which might give her away. Besides, she didn't have the mind or extra energy to deal with them.
Thinking about it, Lucia pretended to be weak and replied: "I'm tired, Mom, I want to rest for a while."
"Okay!" Mom responded helplessly.
Lucia changed into her pajamas and hid in bed, continuing to resent Charles. She wished she could hit this dull guy hard on the head.
At this time, my mother knocked softly on the door: "Lucia? The mayor wants to see you. He said he would like to invite us to dinner tonight."
Lucia hesitated, turned toward the door and answered, "Mom, I only took two days off. I'm going back to Paris tomorrow!"
"Okay." Mom hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll refuse for you."
After a while, there was another knock on the door.
Lucia almost collapsed. She suddenly opened the quilt and stuck her head out, saying with dissatisfaction: "Mom, I just want to sleep and don't want to see anyone!"
Damn Charles, it's all because of him.
Those who wanted to meet me did so because I was Ciel’s girlfriend. They had no idea how hard it was to play that role!
"Lucia!" Mom's slightly frightened voice came from the other side of the door: "It's His Majesty the King. He's downstairs. He hopes to have dinner with us!"
Lucia sat up suddenly, a look of disbelief on her face.
Your Majesty?
Albert I?
Right downstairs?!
Well, then Lucia thought that although His Majesty the King had the supreme status in Belgium, Charles was much more important than Albert I in the international arena.
It's all because of that bastard. Why can't I escape from his shadow wherever I go?
…
Antwerp Airport, it's afternoon.
Charles and Tijani agreed that the frequency of fighter jets taking off could be reduced.
"We shot down a total of 39 German reconnaissance planes," Tijani said. "Not a single one was a fighter."
Then he quipped proudly: "The Germans are frightened by our 'camels'. They can't compare with them in terms of speed or maneuverability."
This is thanks to the design of the Camel fighter.
This was the idea of the people Charles recruited from British automobile companies. They concentrated all the heavy load parts such as the engine, pilot, fuel tank, weapons and ammunition near the center of gravity of the fighter.
This can create an additional torque when the aircraft turns in the air, making its turning radius smaller.
Coupled with the high thrust of the engine and the faster speed, when the German "Fokker E1" fighter had just completed two weeks of circling, the "Camel" fighter had already completed three weeks.
This huge advantage enabled the Camel to always easily catch the Fokker E1. Even if the Camel had run out of bullets, the enemy could do nothing to it.
"We can't let our guard down." Charles marked the spot where the enemy reconnaissance plane was shot down on the map. "The Germans are probably just testing the control range of our fighter planes. From this point of view, they seem to have some plan."
Tijani was startled, then nodded slightly, and his expression became cautious.
Sacrificing reconnaissance aircraft to test the range of fighter aircraft is obviously to prepare for the subsequent transportation of supplies or artillery advance, or to formulate combat plans outside the control area of the "Camel" fighters.
"Brigadier General." Then the signalman exclaimed: "General Gallieni is in hospital."
"What?" Charles raised his head suddenly, his eyes slightly panicked: "What's going on?"
"It is said that he had an argument with the Commander-in-Chief (Joffre)." The signalman replied: "The general was so angry that his old injury relapsed and he fainted in the car."
Charles' face turned cold.
He knew why Gallieni tried to persuade Joffre to delay Romania's accession to the Allies.
(End of this chapter)
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