Chapter 487 This is what Charles really wants

The autumn wind was bleak and the leaves were flying.

On the road from Lagden to Paris, three cars were lined up and sped along the road. All the cars were soldiers. The soldiers in the back seat held rifles in their hands and looked around vigilantly.

Joffre sat in the co-pilot seat of the middle car, looking thoughtfully at the scenery passing by the window.

He always felt that something was wrong, and everything seemed to be arranged.

Especially the directional mines used by Charles in Verdun. Although it had a simple structure, 10,000 of them could not be made in a day or two.

In other words, all this was probably a trap set by Charles.

Why did he do this?

After thinking for a while, Joffre suddenly realized that Charles wanted to defeat him completely and ruin his reputation!

If there was no "one-day appointment", Joffre would at most not be able to keep the commander-in-chief, but now he was despised by everyone.

Because the contrast between the two was too great: Verdun, under Joffre's command, suffered tens of thousands of casualties every day but achieved nothing, but when Charles took over, he was able to easily recapture the most important fortresses and defense lines with only a few hundred casualties.

So, people would naturally attribute all the previous casualties to Joffre.

Damn bastard!

Joffre gritted his teeth, it must be like this!

This is also the reason why Charles cut off Verdun's contact with the headquarters. Only in this way could Charles inform the newspapers of the battlefield situation and make it known to the world.

Now, everyone knows that Joffre is not a qualified commander-in-chief. He is not even worthy of being a commander, and he is also a murderer who killed countless French soldiers!

I didn't expect Charles to have such means. I only regret that I didn't figure it out earlier, so I was plotted against by the traitor.

Now, just give up like this?

No, never!

Joffre frowned and thought of a countermeasure:

Last night's victory was not Charles's credit, but the accumulation of the 2nd Army's counterattacks over the past few days. Even if Charles hadn't come, we could still win last night. Charles saw this point and rushed to Verdun yesterday.

It must be like this!

In addition, he used directional mines.

Although directional mines were invented by Charles, if I had such equipment, I could also command such a victory!

Joffre suddenly gained confidence. He turned his head and ordered the driver beside him: "Speed ​​up, we have to catch up with the afternoon meeting."

"Yes, General." The driver responded, honked the horn twice to remind the car in front, and then stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

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At the Bourbon Palace, after a short break after lunch, the parliamentarians started the afternoon meeting on time at two o'clock.

Charles slept in the hotel. He couldn't hold on after staying up all night. When he was woken up by Major Jules, his eyes were still sore.

It must be because of old age, Charles thought, time is unforgiving.

"I heard that Joffre will come to lobby in person this afternoon, Brigadier General." Major Jules explained, "I think it's best if you are there, otherwise I won't wake you up."

Charles struggled to get up with a "hmm".

He really wanted to meet Joffre, not because he was worried about what he could say, but to give him the final blow.

Coincidentally, Charles yawned and staggered late, just in time to see a motorcade parked in the square. Joffre squeezed out of the car with his fat body, lowered his head and walked quickly towards the House of Representatives.

Major Jules showed contempt in his eyes. He didn't want to deal with Joffre, so he didn't want to salute.

Instead, Charles came up to block Joffre: "Hello, General, we finally meet."

Joffre was stunned. He didn't know the young man in front of him.

But when he saw the two stars on the collar of Charles' coat, he understood: "Are you Charles?"

"Yes." Charles smiled and nodded.

"Very good." A hint of coldness flashed in Joffre's eyes, and he asked, "Are you here to laugh at me? But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Brigadier General, I won't be defeated so easily!"

"No, General." Charles shook his head: "I'm here to remind you."

"Remind me?" Joffre narrowed his eyes.

Charles came closer, smiling all the time, and lowered his voice and said, "The intelligence given by the British, I mean Belfort, was released by me."

Charles nodded to Joffre kindly, turned around and walked into the House of Representatives with Major Jules.

Joffre was confused, he didn't know what this meant.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered the intelligence given by the British CIA: "The real target of the Germans is likely to be Belfort, and all the actions in Verdun may be feints."

God, Joffre was stunned and looked at Charles' back.

Everything was caused by this guy. He deliberately misled me to transfer the troops to Belfort, which led to the failure of Verdun.

This bastard!

Joffre was furious. His face flushed as he rushed into the House of Representatives and drove Kanais, who was facing the representatives awkwardly on the stage, off the stage.

"Gentlemen." Joffre's eyes were blazing with fire, and he waved his fist in the air:

"Let me tell you the truth."

"What you see is not the truth. Everything is Charles's conspiracy."

"He misled the British, and then used the British to mislead me. We were all fooled..."

A member of the House of Representatives asked in confusion: "What do you mean, General?"

Joffre glanced at Charles and replied:

"Intelligence, gentlemen."

"The intelligence given by the British, they believe that the Germans in Verdun are feinting, and the real target is Belfort."

"Charles leaked this information, and we were all fooled by him."

Joffre pointed at Charles angrily, his fingers trembling with excitement:

"He is the real instigator."

"He actually used such despicable means to pass false information to me, using the means to deal with the enemy to deal with his superiors and his commander-in-chief!"

"He killed the soldiers in Verdun, he ignored national security and military discipline, we should send him to the military court and send him to the guillotine!"

Everyone cast their eyes on Charles.

Charles spread his hands and replied helplessly: "I admit it, gentlemen! I did everything!"

The parliamentarians laughed:

"I can't believe that Joffre is such a person."

"Yes, he pushed the responsibility to Foch, and Foch was dismissed because of this. Now he wants to push the responsibility to Charles."

"Is he crazy? Charles doesn't need to do this. Joffre can't win any battle, but Charles is invincible!"

...

"No, no." Joffre was so anxious that he was at a loss on the stage: "What I said is true. Charles told me personally. This is the truth!"

But no one believed Joffre's words. Some people looked at Joffre with pitiful, hateful and sad eyes. What they saw was a dog that was forced to bite anyone. They thought Joffre was really crazy.

Joffre looked at Charles in confusion. Charles had a faint smile on his face and his eyes were full of disdain.

Xiafei suddenly realized that this was what Charles really wanted, and he fell into Charles' trap again!