Chapter 433 The Emperor is not anxious, but the Eunuch is
All these were "misunderstandings" that Charles deliberately created among the Germans.
The transport ships carrying ammunition, coupled with the roar of tanks in Brussels at night, could easily have been mistaken for fuel having landed in Antwerp.
Charles also added some details:
He arranged for people to move oil drums at the port, one truck after another, but the drums were filled with water instead of oil.
Later, another car loaded with oil barrels appeared by chance on the streets of Brussels. It was originally covered tightly with canvas and was heading towards the stadium that served as a military camp, but coincidentally broke down on the way. The French soldiers had to move the oil barrels to another car for transportation.
Then the sounds of tanks and cars moving at night were added, and the chain of evidence was complete.
The French army had no shortage of fuel, and armored units were stationed in Brussels ready to launch a thundering attack on the German troops that broke through.
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When Charles expressed this idea, Tijan and Albert I were so shocked that they were speechless.
"You, you really plan to do this?" Albert I stuttered, "It's just... that simple? Will the Germans believe that we have fuel?"
"What else?" Charles asked.
Then he remembered something and said seriously, "Oh, right. We should also 'block the news' and instruct all relevant personnel not to tell anyone about the fuel transportation. This is top secret."
Albert I and Tijanis almost collapsed. The matter of life and death concerning the fate of Belgium was like a child's play in Charles's mouth.
"But this doesn't seem right." Colonel Eden, who was unaware of the situation, looked confused: "If we already have fuel, why do we need to collect fuel from the public through guerrillas?"
This is also what Albert I wanted to ask.
"To trick them into breaking out from Tibiz." Tijani gave them a brief account of the situation, and the two men suddenly realized.
Colonel Eden looked at Charles in amazement: "So, the guerrillas can collect fuel without worry, and the Germans don't think we are short of fuel. It's a very good idea, General, there is no better one!"
Albert I laughed and patted Charles on the shoulder: "Now, I understand why only you can reach Antwerp. No one else has such wisdom, Brigadier General."
Tijani still had a trace of worry on his face: "What about the British? They know the truth."
Albert I and Colonel Eden's faces suddenly darkened. They had not expected this.
Colonel Eden hesitated and said, "They shouldn't do anything, right? After all, they are allies..."
"No, they will." Albert I shook his head and gritted his teeth and said, "I know the 'Secretary of the Navy'. He is a man who will do anything for his own benefit. If he fails to succeed, he may indeed leak the truth."
The headquarters fell silent for a moment. After going around in circles, they still couldn't get past the British.
Charles, however, looked relaxed: "We are doing our own thing and don't need to pay attention to the British."
Everyone looked confused, how could they ignore it?
Once the British discover this, everything will be in vain!
Tijani thought of something. He said "Oh" and nodded slightly, looking at Charles with admiration: "You have calculated everything, Brigadier General, and nothing will go wrong!"
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There was a heavy fog in London that day, and everything seemed to be wrapped in a layer of white gauze.
The street lights became hazy, and a golden halo spread in the fog like diluted paint.
The sound of Big Ben penetrated the fog with a steady and firm rhythm, like a messenger of time reaching the villa of the "Secretary of the Admiralty".
(The picture above shows Big Ben, one of London's iconic buildings, built in 1859)
The study of the "Secretary of the Navy" was also filled with smoke. He held a lit cigar in his hand, with his favorite brandy on the table. He took a puff of cigarette and a sip of wine, while reading the telegram sent by General Winter with a slightly drunken look.
No, none at all.
It was all about the battle in the Dardanelles, which he didn't care about.
The "Minister of the Navy" stopped what he was doing and was stunned for a moment. Charles didn't even respond!
After thinking for a while, he asked his butler to send a telegram to inquire, and the reply he received was: "Charles has not replied yet."
The "Minister of the Navy" frowned. Shouldn't Charles be the one who is anxious?
Soon, General Winter sent another telegram: "I just asked Charles, and his answer was 'We can only wait for the German submarines to leave.'"
The "Secretary of the Admiralty" looked at the telegram in disbelief.
Could it be that Charles didn't understand the meaning of the telegram and simply took it literally?
No, impossible!
After a slight hesitation, the "Secretary of the Navy" sent a telegram to the French Navy Minister asking: "How is the war going in Antwerp? I heard there is some trouble there."
The two were both in charge of the navy and had a good relationship before.
The Secretary of the Navy called back: “Yes, I heard they have a fuel problem and they are relying on guerrillas to collect gasoline from the civilian population.”
The "Secretary of the Navy" was petrified instantly. Wasn't the oil shortage a military secret? Charles actually asked the guerrillas to collect oil from the civilian population? Wouldn't that be known to everyone, including the Germans?
Soon, the Minister of the Navy called again: "Your country should send fuel to Charles. This can determine the outcome of the war. You should also do something!"
The "Secretary of the Navy" replied perfunctorily: "Sorry, it's because of the German submarines. You know, the Germans also don't want Charles to receive fuel, so they have deployed a large number of submarines in the relevant waters."
This makes sense; the Germans did use submarines to try to blockade Antwerp.
But the truth is that as long as Britain is willing, it can still send a powerful fleet to escort transport ships into Antwerp, which is not a difficult task.
The "Secretary of the Navy" was not thinking about this. He was puzzled. What was the problem? Why did Charles dare to do this?
He walked back and forth in front of his desk and sent another telegram to the Minister of the Navy: "What about the Germans? How will the Germans react when they know that Shire is short of oil?"
The Minister of the Navy replied: "The Germans seem to have no reaction. They are still breaking out in the Mons area."
This is also one of the reasons why the French military is not in a hurry.
The "Minister of the Navy" was confused. How could such a strange thing happen?
One side is not afraid of exposing its own weaknesses, while the other side knows the opponent's weaknesses but ignores them...
Suddenly, the "Secretary of the Navy" figured it out.
He laughed. "This is Charles's plan. It's a brilliant move. This little guy has the Germans in a trick."
Then he shook his head with emotion: "It's a pity that he still can't fool me."
The "Secretary of the Navy" sat back in his chair triumphantly, a hint of coldness flashing through his smiling eyes.
It's time to put some pressure on Ciel!
(End of this chapter)
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