Lin Youde was accompanying Josephine on the deck to watch the sunset over the Mediterranean Sea, when Ba walked onto the deck.\\..\\
Lin Youde looked back at her face and knew she had something important to say, so he let go of Josephine's hand, turned to face Ba and asked, "What's wrong?"
"A large-scale night battle broke out between France and Germany last night. Both sides suffered considerable casualties. French commander Foch lost his own equipment, but barely survived. It seems that the Germans showed mercy."
Josephine turned around sharply and looked at Ba.
"Foch was defeated?" She seemed unable to accept the result. "Who did it? Was he besieged by the Germans?"
"No, the details are not clear, but judging from the talk given by the French low-level goddess, Mole may have been shot down in a duel."
Josephine frowned, and it seemed that she was quite worried about the situation on the French front line.
Lin Youde couldn't help but comfort his wife and said: "Isn't this a survivor? Although they were defeated, they were not captured. The morale of the French army will not be greatly affected by this..."
"No," Josephine shook her head, "I'm not worried about the morale of the French army. Foch prefers to get into trouble. Sometimes she needs someone to slap her hard several times before she can turn around. I'm afraid of her.
If you are not in good condition, you will delay the opportunity to fight, or even ruin the entire French army..."
Lin Youde stared at his wife for two seconds, decided to remain silent, and said with a smile: "Do you need someone to slap her hard? I am good at this. This is how I corrected Isabella back then..."
"Then you want to go to bed with her, right?" Josephine glared at Lin Youde with an angry look, but everyone could see that it was just an act.
So Lin Youde also put on a serious look and asked Josephine: "Tell me the truth, is Foch beautiful?"
While asking this question, Lin Youde also gestured with his hands in front of his chest.
Ba coughed twice, and Lin Youde quickly stopped. Josephine shook her head. Sighing, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the French coast. Her side face looked so worried that Lin Youde couldn't help but feel pity for her.
He stepped forward and hugged his wife, comforting her in a low voice: "It's okay, honey, it's okay. We will definitely make it in time."
Fina Ashlet Pétain rushed into the French army headquarters.
The generals and staff gathered in the headquarters raised their heads from the map and looked at the young Shenji girl in surprise.
"Where is Miss Foch?" Fina glanced around and then asked the staff officer closest to her. "Where did she go at a time like this?"
The staff officer pointed to the door leading to the inner room from the large map room of the headquarters.
"After returning from the attack last night, Miss Foch locked herself in and saw no one. When asked about military-related matters, she always replied, 'You can make up your mind and don't ask me.'"
Fina glanced at the people inside the large map room of the command headquarters, and then her eyes fell on the large map where a layman could tell that the situation was not optimistic.
Fina sighed.
"You continue to organize the troops to do what needs to be done. I will convince her."
As she spoke, Fina strode through the map room and walked to the door leading to the inner room. The maid who had been waiting by the door hurriedly said: "The door is locked from the inside. Miss Foch said she would not disturb her."
People were blown away..."
Before the maid could finish her words, Fina raised her foot and kicked the door with a beautiful roundhouse kick, deforming the thick leather-covered oak door and causing it to crash inside.
Foch, who was squatting in the corner inside, was obviously startled. She stood up suddenly and looked back at the silver-haired girl standing at the door with a look of panic.
"Cheer up!" Fina roared at Shen Ji, who was much higher than her in terms of seniority and military rank. "I don't know what happened in the sky last night. But now is not the time for you to be depressed! French Army
The soldiers are fighting bloody battles, and the young men are fighting for every inch of land with the Germans with their flesh and blood! They need your command!"
"Need my command?" Foch shook his head. "An incompetent commander like me..."
Fina rushed into the room and pulled Foch's collar tightly with both hands: "Dad, he told me personally that Miss Foch you are an outstanding and trustworthy commander! You
Do you plan to tarnish the reputation of my father! And the reputation of my grandfather! No matter how the beating last night, you are still alive, you are back! If you don't go to command the troops now, you should have hit the ground by yourself last night
Die! Then today the command will be taken over by other talented people, and the French army will still have unified command! What do you think you are doing now? You see clearly, no one can convince the generals outside the house, who will unify them?
What’s your opinion? In the end, each one will fight on his own, and only the Germans will be happy!”
"Then why don't you take command? Aren't you the top student with the highest score?" Before Foch became the commander-in-chief, he was the director of the Military Academy in Paris, France, and Fina Ashulette Pétain was her student.
one.
"My class is not high enough! Every one of these people outside has been in the army longer than me. Who can I command?"
"But……"
"There's nothing wrong with it." Fina didn't give Foch a chance to speak at all. "For the humiliation you suffered last night, get it back twice as much on the battlefield, and make the German who let you go regret it! This is what it means.
The best way. Or you can go to the base of Shenji Camp now, get a new armor to fly into the sky, and have another fight with the German, and fight to the death. No matter what, it will be better than staying alone now.
It’s better to be depressed here.”
Fina spoke a lot in one breath, and finally stopped, gasping for air.
Foch stared at her face, and gradually the expression on his face became calm.
"Who filmed you talking about this?" When he spoke again, Foch's voice regained a little of its usual aura, "Pétain or Gallianni?"
"I came here by myself, couldn't I?"
"This is a serious overstep of authority, but I won't hold you accountable this time." After speaking, Foch took a deep breath, her plump breasts swelled and then retracted, and then she patted her cheeks with her hands, her face turned red.
Only then did he return to the state he was in before last night. "You are right, no matter how disappointed I am, no matter how immersed in humiliation I am, I can never escape the responsibility on my shoulders."
Foch walked past Fina. He entered the extra-large map room of the headquarters and looked around at his generals and staff.
"Who can tell me what's going on now?"
After everyone looked at each other, an old staff officer replied on behalf of everyone: "The German army broke through our defense lines in two main areas last night, but we still control most of the areas near the border of Alsace and Lorraine.
position, the Germans do not seem to have enough reserves to expand their breakthrough, and we have stabilized the position around the breakthrough."
"Sure enough," Foch said, "their troops on this side of the battle line are indeed insufficient. This is an opportunity. We should immediately formulate a battle plan to surround and annihilate the German troops that break through our front!"
Crown Prince Ruprecht of Bagoria drove to Crown Prince Wilhelm's headquarters on the afternoon of the day he launched the attack.
"Where are our reserve troops?" Ruprecht shouted to Crown Prince William as soon as he entered the door - he and William are good friends, and there are no taboos between them. They are both so straightforward.
Crown Prince Wilhelm looked depressed, and Crown Prince Marx of Württemberg next to him had a similar expression.
"Falkenhayn and Moltke do not agree with our attack plan. They want us to withdraw our troops. Unless we follow their original plan to lure the enemy deep and create an opportunity to encircle and annihilate the main force of the French army in Alsace and Lorraine.
, otherwise we will not get the support of the reserve forces."
After William finished speaking, Ruprecht cursed impatiently: "Damn it. What are the headquarters thinking? There are already so many troops on the right wing, enough to completely crush the French resistance and surround Paris, and we are now facing a
Opportunity to defeat the main force of the French army in front of you and then flank the French with the right-wing Kluck and Biro cluster!"
Ruprecht raised his hands and made a pliers closing motion, then punched the table.
"Are you asking us to retreat now?" Ruprecht looked really angry. Like all young royals, he longed for military exploits, and it was not an easy thing for him to give up the exploits that were right in front of him.
"I think." At this time, Württemberg Crown Prince Marx spoke, "William, you should send a telegram to your father? Let him put pressure on Falkenhayn and Moltke?"
"No." William shook his head repeatedly, "I will not send a telegram to my father. Such an over-the-top report is not in line with Prussian tradition."
"Then I'll send a telegram to my father," Ruprecht said angrily.
Germany is now a federal empire, and the king of the Principality of Bagoria is still quite influential within the empire.
William frowned, but in the end he did not say anything to dissuade his friend.
"Confidential officer!" Ruprecht called, "Come and write a letter to the Principality of Bagoria..."
At this time, a staff officer interrupted Ruprecht: "The call from the General Staff is from a staff officer named Major General Ludendorff."
The three crown princes looked at each other, and Crown Prince Marx of Württemberg said: "I have heard of him. He is the top student with the highest score in the history of the military academy. It is said that he often uses some incredible combat plans in war chess exercises."
So William stretched out his hand and said to the staff officer: "Give me the phone."
After taking the phone, William said: "I am Crown Prince William, Mr. Ludendorff..."
"Your Excellency, Crown Prince," Ludendorff impatiently interrupted William on the phone, "are you sure that you can continue to break through the French defense line?"
"I'm not sure." Crown Prince William frowned slightly, but he was not someone who was too serious about etiquette. "Our forwards are now embedded in the French defense area, and they are still moving forward.
Advance, but we have no follow-up troops."
"Very good, I will find a way to transfer troops from the army group further east to you. You must use fierce attacks to ensure that the French army cannot launch an attack on the weakened far left wing of our army!"
"Yes, Mr. Ludendorff," Crown Prince William couldn't help but beam with joy, "The French will not have that margin, I guarantee it."
"Then you will get the first batch of reinforcements tonight." Ludendorff said, "Continue the attack. I will support the general staff!" dd