Chapter 843 This guy always surprises people
Paris, city defense headquarters.

Gallieni, who hadn’t slept all night, suddenly woke up from his sleep. He looked outside the door in confusion. What happened? No one came to report the situation?

He stood up, shook his numb feet, and walked towards the command center.

Lieutenant Colonel Fernando and other staff officers were always on high alert in front of the radio and telephone, and they did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

“What’s going on?” Gallieni asked.

“Nothing happened, General.” Lieutenant Colonel Fernan stepped forward and replied, “No attack, nothing happened.”

Gallieni said “hmm”, this is not a good thing.

Did this guy give up when he saw the difficulty?

Suddenly, a staff officer standing in front of the radio reported loudly: “Charles is attacking.”

The headquarters immediately became nervous, and Lieutenant Colonel Fernan loudly assigned the tasks:

“I need to know where we are, how many troops and equipment we have, and what the attack plan is!”

“Also, whether the situation of the Germans has changed.”

“And the current position of the German 17th Army.”

……

Gallieni stood in front of the map hanging on the wall, his eyes fixed on the location of Mount Momberg.

This will be a bloody battle, he thought, and the attack during the day will be much more brutal than at night.

The orderly brought breakfast to Gallieni. Gallieni had no appetite, so he just took the milk and drank it slowly, frowning and thinking about what he would do if he were faced with the same situation.

however.

Before they had finished drinking the milk, a staff officer cheered: “Victory, we won!”

Everyone was stunned and stopped what they were doing to look at the staff officer.

Gallieni looked at the staff officer in confusion. What victory? Is this guy crazy?

Lieutenant Colonel Fernan cursed angrily: “Zefel, do you want a basin of cold water to sober you up?”

“No, Colonel, I am quite clear,” Zephyr answered. “Charles is victorious, he has taken Mont-Mont-Berg.”

Zefer quickly handed the telegram to Lieutenant Colonel Fernando.

Lieutenant Colonel Fernan took the telegram and looked at it, then turned his gaze to Gallieni, his eyes full of disbelief and his tone of uncertainty:
“That’s exactly what it said in the telegram, General.”

“It said that Charles had planted explosives on Mount Momberg beforehand, and after the detonation, the Germans had no power to resist.”

“The U.S. troops captured the high ground in one charge.”

Gallieni was so surprised that his mouth half opened. He quickly stepped forward to snatch the telegram from Lieutenant Colonel Fernan, read it over and over again, and then laughed: “This guy always surprises me.”

……

The office of Les Mérite in the 20th arrondissement of Paris.

The reporters who waited nervously all night got nothing. They woke up one after another at dawn with disappointment on their faces.

Kobdo was one of them, but as a man well-versed in military affairs, he was more disappointed with the battle than with the information.

As he brewed his coffee, he couldn’t help thinking:

Charles’ undefeated myth may be broken today. The German 17th Army continued to march all night without sleep and may arrive this afternoon.

In other words, Charles only had half a day.

It is almost an impossible task to capture Mount Mombeh within half a day.

Charles had only one option: to retreat to the east bank of the Seine while there was still time.

The reporters whispered to each other:
“I still don’t understand why the Ciel doesn’t attack at night.”

“He may have missed an opportunity, an opportunity to completely change the situation of the war.”

“It’s over. He will be surrounded on the east bank of the Seine and the entire Meuse River defense line.” Suddenly, Matthias, who was in charge of keeping in touch with the city defense headquarters, exclaimed after answering the phone: “He won. Unbelievable, he won!”

“What victory?” Kobdo didn’t take it seriously. He walked back with his coffee in his hand: “Don’t worry about other news. Nothing can compare to the Battle of Mount Mombech right now.”

Kobdo thought Matthias was talking about victory in other directions.

But Matthias shouted like crazy: “It was the Battle of Mount Mombech, Kobdo, Charles won, he occupied the high ground!”

“Klang!” The cup in Kobdo’s hand fell to the ground, and the warm black coffee splashed all over his trouser legs.

But Cobdo didn’t care at all. He excitedly stepped forward and hugged Matthias’ arms: “Are you telling the truth? How is this possible? How did he do it?”

“It was explosives.” Matthias shed tears of excitement: “Charles had buried explosives on the high ground beforehand, and it blew up all the Germans stationed there!”

The reporters were all stunned. They even forgot to write or take notes.

After a while, Kobdo shook his head and laughed, “What a cunning guy! He deceived all of us!”

……

In a residential area, a dozen young men who “stole electricity” gradually woke up. They were outraged to find that they had slept next to each other’s stinky feet all night.

But what worried them more was the radio.

“Why is it silent?”

“Is it broken?”

“Maybe it’s the weather.” A man pulled back the curtains and looked out. “Look, the rain has stopped. I heard that weather changes can affect the ionosphere.”

A young man in a baseball cap was adjusting the knob carefully, and his voice was a strangely inflected sound interlaced with the “beeping” sound of the radio waves.

Finally the sound stabilized.

As they often listened to the radio, they immediately recognized the voice as that of Gustave Ferrier, head of radio communications for the French Army.

(The picture above shows French scientist and general Gustave Auguste Ferrier, who was appointed head of French wireless telegraphy during World War I and organized the establishment of a wireless telegraph network. He was also responsible for sending Morse code or voice messages to the German army to undermine enemy morale)

The originally chaotic group of young people suddenly quieted down. Everyone gathered in a circle and stared at the radio in the middle, afraid of missing a word.

A slightly hoarse but unusually steady voice came from the radio:

“Don’t be surprised, gentlemen, we have won, once again.”

“We can always trust Charles, he never lets us down…”

The young man whispered, “God, what have we missed? We won? The Shire won!”

They thought Charles had “secretly” defeated the Germans while they slept.

But the radio gave the answer:

“It’s not that you missed anything.”

“The Shire did not attack at night. It’s been less than half an hour since the Shire attacked, and many people don’t even know this.”

“However, it happened so suddenly.”

“In just 20 minutes, the Montberg Mountain, which everyone thought was impenetrable, was now under the control of the US military, and tanks were lining up to pass through the Reims Valley.”

“If anyone from Germany or the Allies is listening, I’d be honored”

“But I want you to think about this question: Is it meaningful to fight against such a charr?”

……

The young people looked at each other.

They didn’t expect that what they heard was the “latest news”.

Before they could react, some people had already rushed to the street and shouted, “We won, Charles won!”

(End of this chapter)