Chapter 748: Specialties of "The Master of Overthrowing Pavilions"
The fog had not yet dissipated and it started to drizzle in Paris.
Charles stood in the corridor of the Salpêtrière Hospital, holding a half-lit cigarette between his fingers, silently looking out the window at the raindrops falling from the sky and listening to the crisp "crackling" sound of them hitting the leaves of the sycamore tree.
He felt that he had grown accustomed to Gallieni's presence and took it for granted.
Just like getting used to the love of your parents, getting used to having air, getting used to your own limbs.
Only when you are faced with losing them do you suddenly realize how important they are.
"General." Lieutenant Colonel Fernand interrupted Charles's thoughts: "General Gallieni is awake."
Charles hummed, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped it out, then turned and walked towards Gallieni's ward.
Gallieni was lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss. He didn't look old, but his vitality was disappearing bit by bit.
However, when he saw Ciel, a smile still appeared on his face, and his voice was weak and slow: "Did they tell you anyway?"
"You should have told me," Ciel said accusingly.
"What's the point?" Gallieni's answer was very rational: "Death on the battlefield happens every day, Charles, and I'm just a sick old man. Calling you back will cause more soldiers to die on the battlefield?"
Charles was speechless.
In his mind, taking up Charles' time means more soldiers dying?
Gallieni continued:
"They're just like you, Ciel."
"Every soldier has family, friends and people they care about just like you."
“You’re saving them, and I’m proud of that.”
This was one of the reasons why Gallieni did not tell Charles about his illness. He felt that doing so would be a crime and unfair to the soldiers on the front line.
"General," Charles asked, "Even so, have you ever considered that if you stay alive you can also save many soldiers?"
Gallieni smiled slightly; he knew what Charles meant.
"You will figure it out." Gallieni had confidence in Charles: "No one can stop you."
At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Fernan came in and whispered a few words in Charles' ear.
Charles nodded and pulled Gallieni's blanket up: "There are some things I need to take care of."
Gallieni nodded weakly with a smile on his face, as if to say "I'm fine, don't worry."
Walking out of the ward, Charles saw Lieutenant Colonel Dura waiting outside.
Charles knew why, he just didn't expect the government to act so quickly.
Then he understood.
They heard that Gallieni was in danger, so they hoped to find something to stimulate Gallieni.
It was ironic that without Joffre, other people came along, and it seemed that Joffre was not the only one who did not want Gallieni to survive.
"Lieutenant Colonel." Charles took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, saying sarcastically, "It's only more than two hours before the parliament convenes. This may be the most efficient parliament ever."
Lieutenant Colonel Dura smiled cautiously: "Yes, because everyone hopes that General Gallieni will put down his burden."
"Really?" Charles asked back, with a sneer on his face. These disgusting guys.
"Yes, of course." Lieutenant Colonel Du La replied calmly, taking out an envelope from his briefcase: "Look, I'm here to give General Gallieni the decision of the parliament..."
"Leave it to me!" Charles interrupted him.
"But I must hand it to him personally," Lieutenant Colonel Dura insisted.
Charles said nothing, but stared coldly at Lieutenant Colonel Dura, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Lieutenant Colonel Dura immediately realized that this intention could not be achieved because Charles would stand in his way at all costs and even mobilize the army to kill him.
So he wisely changed his words: "Of course, it's the same if you hand it over to me."
Having said that, he handed the order to Charles, saluted again, and left in a hurry.
Charles opened the envelope and took out the order, which read:
"Dear General Gallieni, considering your physical condition and the urgency of the war, we have to relieve you of your post as commander of the reserve army.
"The position will be held by Major General Gamelin. Thank you for your contribution to France."
“Finally, I wish you a speedy recovery!”
An order dismissing a position does not usually state who will take over, as this is not relevant.
But the order said that it was to emphasize "Major General Gan Molin".
It was a demonstration, a mockery, and an attempt to irritate Gallieni.
Because Gamelin was a member of Joffre's faction, he was responsible to the government and parliament and was their lackey.
This means that all of Xiaer's factories, technologies, and even the safety of his family are in Gamolin's hands.
Charles was glad he was standing here.
Otherwise, no one would have the power to stop this order, and they could even say that it was for Gallieni's health.
Lieutenant Colonel Fernan came over to take a look at the order, his eyes filled with shock: "Gamelin? He will be the commander of the army group?"
"No." Charles' voice was cold: "He can't be one."
"What should we do?" asked Lieutenant Colonel Fernando.
Then he rolled his eyes a few times and lowered his voice and said, "The Sixth Army?"
Charles understood what Lieutenant Colonel Fernand meant: to use "mutiny" like the 6th Army to force out the control of the parliament. As long as Charles gave an order, the reserve army group would immediately follow it.
But Charles shook his head slightly.
The reserve army group is different from the front-line troops.
Front-line troops can use war to eliminate dissidents and put pressure on parliament, but the reserve army group is more focused on training and maintaining security in the rear, and there is no such urgency and pressure.
After thinking for a while, Charles told Lieutenant Colonel Fernand: "I'll go out for a while, you know what to do."
Lieutenant Colonel Fernan stepped forward and answered: "Yes, General. I promise not to let anyone or anything influence General Gallieni."
…
In the conference room of the Ritz Hotel, Charles made an appointment with Clemenceau on his own behalf.
Clemenceau pushed the door open with a smile on his face and a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He thought this was Charles compromising with the parliament and the government.
"Nice to meet you, General." Clemenceau seemed very positive. He took the initiative to shake hands with Charles and said hypocritically: "You can go directly to the City Hall to find me. Many of us are your fans."
This is the truth.
No one would dislike an invincible hero, not even Clemenceau.
But going against Ciel for the sake of profit is another matter.
"Really? I'm honored!" Charles asked Clemenceau to sit down opposite him, handed him a cup of coffee, and then directly stated his intention: "I want to support you to become Prime Minister, Mr. Commissioner."
Clemenceau was stirring his coffee leisurely, but when he heard these words, it was as if the pause button was pressed. The movement of his hands suddenly stopped and the smile on his face froze.
Clemenceau thought of countless possible reactions from Charles, but he never expected that Charles would choose to support him as prime minister.
Charles smiled slightly, and asked in a relaxed tone, "What do you think?"
He did not believe that Clemenceau could withstand this temptation. It was his wish to become prime minister again, the pinnacle of power in France, and countless interests were beckoning to him.
In order to become the new prime minister, he must make full use of his expertise in overthrowing the cabinet!
(End of this chapter)
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