Chapter 162: Borrowing a Knife to Kill
The news of the victory reached the Paris defense headquarters, but there was no cheering and the headquarters' reaction seemed indifferent.
It was Lieutenant Colonel Fernan who answered the phone. He looked up at Gallieni, who was standing in front of a map and looking at the current situation. "General, the Germans have surrendered, and we have successfully recaptured La Faux!"
Lieutenant Colonel Fernando spoke in a calm voice, and the others just nodded quietly after hearing it, as if they had known about this result and were not surprised at all.
Gallieni just said "hmm" and kept his eyes fixed on the map.
This was indeed the case; the city defense headquarters was different from the ignorant Joffre headquarters.
The city defense headquarters kept abreast of every development on the front line from beginning to end, whether it was on the ground or in the air.
They watched Charles move forward steadily and methodically. Every step was unexpected, yet every step was reasonable.
This doesn't feel like a battle, but rather like peeling off layer after layer of packaging, each layer is so amazing that there is no suspense before the answer is revealed, and everyone knows that victory is only a matter of time.
Gallieni gently placed a French tricolor flag on Lafox's place and asked Charles, who was yawning beside him, "Did you not sleep well last night?"
"Yes!" Charles complained, "I don't know when a group of wild cats came to my house, and they always make strange noises at night."
Everyone couldn't help laughing. Just now they thought that Charles was too nervous to sleep because of preparing for the big battle today, but it turned out to be because of the wild cat!
Could it be that those wild cats put more pressure on Charles than Lafox?
But maybe it is true that winning a battle might just be a game for Charles.
Gallieni said nothing. He returned to his desk, took a box from the drawer and waved it at Charles: "Reward for this victory, Lieutenant!"
Ciel excitedly took it, but was disappointed when he opened it: "The Royal Crown Medal? This was originally mine!"
"Yes!" Gallieni nodded. "But it was given to you by me! Are you not satisfied? I can return it to Albert I for you and say you refused it!"
Charles rolled his eyes. The old man was indeed a miser. He was very good at using someone else's money to pay for something.
At this time, cheers were heard outside the headquarters, and someone was shouting Charles' name over and over again.
It turned out that the people of Paris heard the news of the victory. They knew Charles was here, so they spontaneously gathered downstairs to celebrate for Charles.
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Armand's Bradley Manor, where Grevy and Francis gathered when they heard that Charles's troops had launched an attack.
But they didn't expect that before the "conspiracy" was over, Charles had already won.
"What a clever guy!" Armand kept smiling, not hiding the admiration in his eyes: "He actually fooled all of us."
Armand glanced at Grevi, meaning that this also included Grevi.
Greve was the man who had been feeding the German intelligence agents with information, but of course, Greve did it so well that no one would have thought of him.
Grevi said nothing and just drank his wine as if it had nothing to do with him.
"What should we do?" Francis was a little flustered: "If this continues, our tanks will be finished!"
"Is there anything we can do?" Grevi asked.
Everyone was silent. It was too late to do anything now. Charles had already revealed the answer. The CA-1 tank seemed to have reached the end of its life.
Armand smiled lightly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "Perhaps we shouldn't have sent him to the army in the first place. This seems to have made him successful!"
Grevi also felt a little regretful.
But who could have thought that Charles had such military talent and would shine so brightly after joining the army!
At that time, everyone thought that it was Francis who saved Paris!
Grevy looked at Francis, who was sitting opposite him and was in a state of panic, and let out a mocking sigh.
Francis seemed to have remembered something. He raised his head with a flash of panic in his eyes. "Also, do you know who else appeared in the Charles tractor factory to help him command the troops?"
Francis glanced at everyone present and said, "It's Estiny, our tank designer!"
Grevi's face was filled with surprise. He sat up straight and leaned forward, asking expressionlessly, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course!" Francis replied, "Estiny rarely shows up, we only know Browne, and later I learned that Estiny was also among them. He seems to be highly valued by Charles!"
In fact, it was not that Estiny rarely showed up, but that Francis's spy stationed at the Charles Tractor Factory did not know Estiny and did not take him seriously until one day he accidentally mentioned the artillery colonel, and they found out it was him when they compared the two sides.
"Interesting!" Armand smiled softly: "It seems that Colonel Estiny has betrayed us! Then..."
Armand didn't continue, but everyone knew what he wanted to say. Has Grevi's plan to compete with Charles in tanks completely failed now?
Grevy acknowledged this with a slight nod of his head.
He realized early on that he probably couldn't compete with Ciel in this area, that was Ciel's strong point, he was a genius!
This is frustrating, but it is the truth. They invested money, put in effort, and placed high hopes on the tank, but in the end they were defeated by a genius's idea, easily. And they lost completely!
But Grevi did not intend to surrender. He thought for a while and said thoughtfully: "It seems that we have considered one thing wrong!"
"What?" Armand asked, a smile on his face. Just a little? Isn't it a complete loss?
Grevy replied, "When we faced Schneider, we thought it was the most powerful, and we thought we should form an alliance with Ciel!"
Armand said "Oh" and nodded: "In fact, Charles is the most powerful, but we don't know it!"
"Yes!" Grevi said, "Schneider didn't know either, which is why the current situation has occurred!"
"So what?" Armand asked, "Do we seek to join forces with Schneider?"
This is almost impossible. Schneider is a leftist and a big capitalist. If we join forces with him, the right wing will seem to have no need to exist. The right wing will not agree!
"Of course not!" Grevi turned his gaze to Francis: "But Schneider might be interested in the tractor production line and technology!"
Francis' eyes lit up and he nodded in agreement.
Schneider's tanks use electric engines, so he may need to switch to conventional engines. Buying Holt's tractor production line and technology will allow him to make the transition quickly.
When Armand heard what Grevi said, he understood that he was using Francis to form a certain alliance with Schneider.
More importantly, this would allow Charles to target Schneider, and if necessary, Grevy would continue to sow discord between the two.
Killing with a borrowed knife, using Schneider to deal with Charles, what a good idea!
(End of this chapter)
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