Chapter 464 Gallieni's old injury relapses

Charles only got a piece of dispensable information in the end.

At that time, the considerate Mr. Girard took the others to bid farewell to Charles and waited outside the airport. He deliberately created an opportunity for Charles and Lucia to be alone.

"Sorry." Lucia said: "The news of our relationship has spread to Belgium, so..."

"I know." Charles nodded, he had guessed it.

Then Charles asked: "My performance didn't disappoint them?"

Lucia raised her coffee cup and smiled: "What do you think?"

Charles didn't need any performance at all. The halo above his head was enough to conquer any parent, not to mention that his performance was very decent.

However, Charles didn't seem to care about this. He immediately changed the topic to business: "Nothing happened in Paris?"

Lucia recalled for a while and replied: "People are very angry about Greve's rebellion, especially knowing that he was targeting you, so they plan to send him to the guillotine, and the time is set for next week."

"Yeah." Charles didn't react much. He had already received relevant information.

Greve had it all to himself. This diehard with ideals could only be sent to the guillotine to avoid being a problem for Charles.

Lucia continued, "Armand was acquitted. Some people speculated that the Second Bureau caught Greve based on the clues he provided."

Charles nodded expressionlessly.

The truth was not so. Charles sent Lieutenant Colonel Fernand through Gallieni. He reached an agreement with Armand: help Charles build momentum on the right wing, otherwise he would be executed as a spy along with Greve.

Any smart person would accept this condition.

Lucia put down the coffee, stole a glance at Charles, and asked hesitantly, "You, don't you have anything else to say?"

Charles stared at Lucia blankly, thought for a while, and suddenly said "Oh" and understood, and then moved closer to Lucia, so that they could feel each other's breathing.

Lucia's heartbeat instantly accelerated, and he was surprised and happy, thinking that this guy finally got it.

Unexpectedly, Charles lowered his voice and said:

"The intelligence you provided about Belgium is very accurate, and the guerrillas you contacted also played a big role in this battle."

"You have contributed to the great victory of the battle."

"Next, the focus of intelligence should be shifted to the enemy-occupied areas, especially the front line of Louvain and Namur Fortress."

Lucia felt as if she had entered an ice cellar, and her eyes were full of disappointment, but she still silently answered: "Yes, General."

...

Lucia forced a smile all the way. She used the greatest patience to deal with the curiosity and inquiries of her family until she returned to Ghent, walked into the room and closed the door, and then she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.

She sat on the bed for a while and began to regret accepting this task. She thought it was easy to be Charles' girlfriend, but who would have thought it would be such a torture!

If possible, she would rather apply for transfer from this position.

But Lucia knew that this was unrealistic. There were only two possibilities for "transfer from this position": Charles dumped her, or she dumped Charles.

But they all seemed abnormal, and they might lead to Lucia's identity being exposed and even endangering the "Lady in White".

Lucia found herself in a difficult position, and whether she was willing or not, she had to play this role well.

"Lucia?" At this time, her mother's voice came from downstairs: "Relatives and friends are here to see you!"

Lucia hurriedly got up and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, which might give her away, not to mention that she had no mind or extra energy to deal with them.

Thinking about it, Lucia pretended to be weak and replied: "I'm tired, Mom, I want to rest for a while."

"Okay!" Mom responded helplessly.

Lucia changed into pajamas and hid in the quilt to continue to resent Charles. She wanted to knock this dull guy on the head.

At this time, her mother knocked softly at the door: "Lucia? The mayor wants to see you. He said he would invite us to dinner tonight."

Lucia hesitated, turned around and replied to the door: "Mom, I only asked for two days of leave, and I will go back to Paris tomorrow!"

"Okay." Mom hesitated for a while: "I'll refuse for you."

After a while, the knock on the door sounded again.

Lucia almost collapsed. She suddenly opened the quilt and stuck her head out, saying with dissatisfaction: "Mom, I just want to sleep, I don't want to see anyone!"

Damn Charles, it's all because of him.

Those who want to see me are all because I am Charles' girlfriend. They don't know how hard it is to play this role well!

"Lucia!" My mother's slightly terrified voice came from outside the door: "It's His Majesty the King. He is downstairs. He hopes to have dinner with us!"

Lucia sat up suddenly, with an unbelievable look on her face.

His Majesty the King?

Albert I?

Just downstairs? !

Well, then Lucia thought that although His Majesty the King has a supreme status in Belgium, Charles is much more important than Albert I in the international community.

It's because of that bastard again. Why can't I escape the shadow of that guy wherever I go!

...

Antwerp Airport, time entered the afternoon.

Charles and Tijani agreed that the frequency of fighter jets taking off could be reduced.

"We shot down a total of 39 German reconnaissance planes," Tijani said, "and not a single one was a fighter."

He then quipped proudly, "The Germans were terrified by our 'Camels'. They were no match for them in terms of speed or maneuverability."

This is due to the design of the "Camel" fighter.

This is the idea of ​​the group of people that Charles poached from the British automobile company. They concentrated all the heavy load parts such as the engine, pilots, fuel tanks and weapons and ammunition near the center of gravity of the fighter.

This can generate an additional torque when the aircraft turns in the air, making its turning radius smaller.

In addition, the high thrust of the engine has a faster speed. When the German "Fokker E1" fighter just completed two weeks of circling, the "Camel" fighter has already completed three weeks.

This huge advantage makes the "Camel" always able to bite the "Fokker E1" easily. Even if the "Camel" has run out of bullets, the enemy can't do anything with it.

"We can't take it lightly." Charles marked the point where the enemy reconnaissance plane was shot down on the map: "The Germans are probably just testing the control range of our fighters. From this point of view, they seem to have some plan."

Tijani was startled, then nodded slightly, and his face became cautious.

Sacrificing reconnaissance planes to test the range of fighter planes was obviously a plan for the subsequent transportation of supplies or the advancement of artillery, or the formulation of combat plans outside the control area of ​​the "Camel" fighter planes.

"Brigadier General." At this time, the signalman exclaimed: "General Gallieni is in the hospital."

"What?" Charles raised his head suddenly, his eyes slightly flustered: "What happened?"

"It is said that he had a dispute with the commander-in-chief (Joffre). "The signalman replied: "The general was so angry that his old injury relapsed and he fainted in the car."

Charles' face turned cold.

He knew why Gallieni tried to persuade Joffre to delay the time for Romania to join the Allies.