Chapter 741: Infiltration of the Military Academy
Ciel didn't need a break.
The speech, including the principal's opening remarks, lasted no more than ten minutes. He thought he could move directly to the next part. He couldn't wait to leave this military academy that had little to do with the war.
If it has any bearing on anything, it is to train a large number of officers who only know how to send soldiers charging to their deaths.
When Charles thought of this, he felt disgusted by the hypocritical behavior of the principal and instructors.
But there was nothing that could be done at this time. The headmaster was continuing Charles's speech, trying to correct the "distorted direction":
"We know that Lieutenant General Charles has achieved many impressive victories on the battlefield."
"But we should think about different voices and different tactics, rather than judging the outcome purely by winning or losing."
"One thing is certain, Charles' victory was due to the contributions of other generals and soldiers. We cannot generalize..."
But before he finished speaking, a student in the audience asked back:
"But that's a war, Headmaster, and the purpose of war is to win."
"Yes, live to win."
"Only Charles' troops can do this. This is exactly the result we want, not the process of millions of people rushing to the battlefield and dying under the enemy's guns."
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Principal Denois was caught in a dilemma, but still could not justify himself, and could only use various rhetoric to hold on on the podium.
However, everyone knows that this is a futile struggle, and Charles' "result theory" has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Charles was very satisfied with this, as it showed that the trainees had the ability to think independently, unlike before when they relied on their imagination and the instructors' indoctrination to think about how war should be.
…
The lounge is in the office building, where there is a floor dedicated to receiving visitors.
The interior is very clean, with a bedroom, bathroom, and study, and there are guards outside the door.
To Charles' surprise, the person who brought him coffee and dessert was not the orderly but the instructor who brought him here.
"Can I talk to you, General?" Pan Wan asked cautiously.
"I've made it very clear." Ciel replied coldly, "If you really want to know the answer, I think you should go to the battlefield and put your theory into practice. This is the best way to verify it."
"No, General." Pan Wan looked around and spoke in a low voice but quickly: "I am from the Cipher Bureau. My name is Pan Wan. Not long ago, I deciphered a telegram. When you were passing along the Meuse River, we knew there was a gap in the Rees area."
Then Panwan stared at Xiaer and asked, "You didn't receive any intelligence about this, did you?"
Charles was stunned, then nodded: "You mean..."
"Yes." Pan Wan was sure of his thoughts at this time: "They intercepted the message I deciphered, General."
Charles suddenly realized.
It's the old guys in Parliament and the government who don't want to win.
"I know this is wrong, General," Lieutenant Pan Wan said anxiously, "but I don't know what to do."
Charles thought for a moment and said, "I will transfer you out of the Cipher Bureau."
"Is that okay?" Lieutenant Pan Wan showed a happy expression, but soon hesitated again: "But, would I be more useful in the Cipher Bureau? I mean, I can get more intelligence there..."
"No." Charles shook his head.
At this time, someone came in, and Lieutenant Pan Wan hurriedly changed the subject: "Sorry, General, many of us are wondering, what if the Germans form a fast force to intercept your troops?"
Charles said in an impatient tone: "Then their cars will have to face our tanks, sir, I would like to see this scene."
This is quite ironic, Charles is in his own country and in military school, but he has to work secretly for France.
The person who came in was a signalman. He stood up in front of Charles and saluted: "General, the speech is over. The principal asks you to move to the museum."
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Paris City Hall.
Gallieni paced back and forth in front of his desk, and two assistants were going back and forth beside him, sorting documents and placing the parts that needed signatures in front of Gallieni.
But Gallieni ignored the piles of questions; what he wanted to know most now was what was happening in Saint-Cyr.
Can Charles establish his authority in the military academy?
I’m afraid it’s not that easy to solve, after all, it’s a tradition that has lasted for so many years.
It is not just military academies that have implanted this ideology in their students. For decades, society has been emphasizing "offense."
Therefore, offensive theory has taken root in the students' hearts almost from the moment they were born, and has now grown into a big tree.
It is almost impossible to eradicate this kind of thinking in a short period of time.
But it is necessary.
Charles thought he controlled the army, but he didn't know that he controlled the current army.
One day in the future, when the cadets in the military academy graduate and enter the army and become officers, new troubles will arise.
To be precise, it is not "in the future", but is happening now, batch after batch, and it won't be long before the army will be "washed back" to its original state.
What is even more frightening is that a considerable number of these officers have close ties with parliamentarians, politicians and capitalists.
If left unchecked, everything Charles has achieved on the battlefield will be easily infiltrated by capitalists and eventually collapse completely.
Just as Gallieni was feeling uneasy, the phone rang.
Gallieni turned a deaf ear to the call. He didn't think it was from Kobdo because the scheduled speech was only a dozen minutes away.
The assistant picked up the phone and turned to look at Gallieni: "Minister, Mr. Kobdo."
Gallieni had a feeling that something was very wrong.
Call to report within ten minutes?
Was Charles booed off the stage or arguing with the students?
Or conflicts with instructors or teachers?
Gallieni, feeling anxious, took the call and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
Kobdo's excited voice came from the phone: "It's over, Mr. Minister, Charles only spoke for ten minutes, it's unbelievable..."
Gallieni hummed, his tone disappointing: "If things don't go well, come back and find another opportunity next time. They will understand."
"No, they already understand."
"There's no need to rush, Kovdo," Gallieni replied. "One day they will agree with Charles."
"Mr. Minister," Kovdo said, "You didn't understand what I meant. I meant that the students have already recognized Charles."
"Of course I understand..." Gallieni frowned. Is it necessary to say this so many times?
He almost hung up the phone.
Suddenly, Gallieni froze. He quickly picked up the phone that was about to be dialed: "What? What did you say? They recognized Charles?"
"Yes." Kobdo answered excitedly: "It only took ten minutes for the students to accept Xiaer."
"Are you sure?" Gallieni asked in disbelief.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Kobdo answered confidently: "I really wish you were here, Minister. This is a wonderful speech, no less than any victory Charles has achieved!"
(End of this chapter)
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