Chapter 13 Arrogance
He Chi is actually very busy.
Because according to his memory, Germany would formally surrender to the Allies in three months, and the final armistice agreement would be signed after paying a huge price.
But before that, the German government, like a gambler who was about to lose all his money, invested all his chips on the Western Front.
As the commander of the Western Front, Ludendorff integrated all the power in his hands and gave the British and French forces a heavy left hook.
Along the entire line of the Somme, the German troops on the Eisner front launched a very distinctive "assault group tactic". This tactic can be said to be the predecessor of blitzkrieg. It uses troops to quickly penetrate gaps in the enemy's defenses, break through at fixed points, and cut off communication lines. Separate the relationship between defense deployments and create conditions for frontal attacks.
In fact, the Germans almost succeeded. They advanced 13 miles on the first day alone, and then continued to erode the British and French defense lines.
It was not until the Allies mobilized a total of 27 divisions of reserve forces that they stopped the German offensive.
At this time, the German vanguard was only 37 miles away from Paris.
It can be said that if Germany's war potential at that time had even a small amount of wealth, even if there were 30,000 to 50,000 combat troops on the balance, maybe World War I would be another story.
At this moment, He Chi was thinking about how to survive. He needed to integrate all available resources and had no time to play the interview game with this domestic golden cat.
Since he had no time to argue, He Chi decided to make a quick decision. He looked at the female reporter with a superior look on her face, thought for a moment and spoke in English.
"Madam, do you want to interview me?"
"Yes, I hope to conduct an exclusive interview with you, about the previous battle" Kristen nodded, holding her hand I'm still dealing with the wrong button.
"Oh, well, those are all fake. I'm just a pawn used for publicity. You can go back." He Chi said without looking back.
"Then, what can we start with...wait, you admitted that those are all fake?" Kristen raised her head in surprise.
"Yes, I admit it. Those are what the Propaganda Department asked me to say. They are fake! Okay, I am very busy. I feel that the topic of the interview can end here." He Chi continued The work in hand has still not been looked back.
"But...it ends like this..." The girl rolled her eyes and grabbed He Chi. "No! You haven't told me the inside story yet. Are you threatened? Their purpose is to cover up the truth. What? What role did you play in it? "
The series of questions made He Chi confused. He had to look back at Christine, who looked uncompromising, and then shook his head.
"Madam, I am really busy. I have something very important. Do you have to talk to me today?"
"But my interview is also very important. It's today, immediately! Immediately!" Kristen refused to step back.
"Okay, let's talk about it." In order to get rid of the other party's entanglement, He Chi was ready to be harsh. "Then let's talk about this war."
"Yeah , Okay!" Kristen took out her shorthand notebook excitedly, but she had something in her heart. Something doesn't feel right. "Weird, shouldn't it be the topic I'm sure to interview?"
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At night, Kristen took a bath in a separate room with a bathtub prepared for her. , walked to his desk wearing the silk pajamas in his luggage.
Her slender bare feet stepped on the blanket. She raised her hand and touched her cheek. The blush caused by excitement had long since disappeared. The female reporter took out the sketch pen she carried with her and began to write a letter to her fiancé:
< br>“Dear Lyon
When I write this letter, it is already my third day at the front line. In addition to the humid air and mosquitoes, it is difficult to sleep. Everything is fine outside.
I followed your suggestion and placed my residence in the rear hospital of the Somme defense line. There are three lines of defense stationed in front of it, so there will be no security problems. Question, please don't worry too much.
Lyon, I'm glad once again that I can get out of that house and see the outside world, because I can meet all kinds of people.
I met a rude person today, not because of rudeness and ignorance, but because of arrogance. He, an ordinary soldier from a backward country in the East, is well-educated for some reason.
He is proficient in four languages, including his mother tongue, and has made achievements in history and philosophy. You must know that even in the days when we studied together, such people were rare. .
I thought this was a successful interview and a pleasant communication.
Until we talk about the war.
He's mind was full of strange theories. He didn't even use a strange perspective to evaluate our battle with the Germans.
He believes that this war is essentially an extension of politics and an inevitable bottleneck for the economic development of Western society.
To be honest, although I don’t agree with it, at least logically, his theory is self-consistent. "
Writing this, Kristen bit the tail of the pen with her white teeth, which was her little habit when she was angry, and then continued to write
"According to his theory, this We can win this war, but the root of the contradiction still exists, and we will face another war in less than twenty years.
It was simply a fantasy. Who did he think he was? Prophet?
Of course, he is not without merit, at least he is honest enough.
Unlike those fraudsters in the army, He frankly admitted from the beginning that he was an ordinary soldier who cooperated with the propaganda, and that all the "results" were just fabricated stories.
The problem is that he thinks these are understandable.
He believes that the control of public opinion is a key link in war, and even the guidance of public opinion itself is a war. He calls it a war of public opinion.
I cannot agree with this even more.
I am a journalist. It is the duty given to me by God to reveal the truth and speak out on behalf of the weak. I cannot report contrary to the facts.
If justice is sacrificed for victory, then what is the meaning of such a victory?
Sorry, I'm a little emotional.
Leon, my fiancé, I want to hear your thoughts, are you the same as me?
Looking forward to your reply
I wish you all the best in your life with Mr. Pétain
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Love you, Christine Sinier"
< br>The female reporter put away her pen, put the letter in an envelope and sealed it with wax, and was about to take a rest. At this time, she suddenly heard a mess outside, and it seemed like someone was shouting something.
Out of curiosity, Christine leaned over and opened the window.
Woo~~~~~~~
It seemed like something was screaming, stinging her eardrum.
Woooooooo~~~~
Boom! ! ! ! !
Before she could figure out what was going on, a shell hit in front of the house, knocking her unconscious.
(End of this chapter)