Expedition to Europe

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"Look at what you have done?" Nivelle's political sense is much sharper than Manjing. As soon as he received Manjing's report, Nivelle immediately drove to the headquarters of the First Brigade.

As the commander-in-chief of the French army, Nivelle's most important task is to command the French troops to win this war, and this requires the cooperation of all French troops. No matter which link has problems, it is Nivelle's responsibility.

Qin Zhiyuan's action of tearing off the badge means that Qin Zhiyuan has decided to give up his identity as a soldier. If such a scandal breaks out at this time, no matter who is right or wrong, Nivelle has an unshirkable responsibility. Moreover, Nivelle knew very well that Qin Zhiyuan had a good relationship with the media. Even if Qin Zhiyuan was wrong, those media without a stance would speak for Qin Zhiyuan, not to mention that Manjing was wrong now.

Nivelle had a hunch that Manjing's military career had come to an end.

"I didn't expect that pig's reaction would be so intense." Even now, Manjing still didn't repent.

"I have reminded you, and Bradris has also reminded you, don't treat that guy with the attitude of treating ordinary Orientals. Why do you still do this?" Nivelle felt bitter in his heart. Manjing's arrogance was related to Nivelle's indulgence.

"I have noticed that it was the pig who took the initiative to find me." Manjing was still quibbling.

According to Manjing's usual way of doing things, he might have taken the initiative to order the bombardment of the camp of the First Brigade. It seems that Manjing has indeed restrained himself a lot.

"I told you not to call that guy a pig. When you say that, you are more like a pig. And you don't need to shirk responsibility. If you hadn't bombarded Bra, that guy wouldn't have taken the initiative to find you." Nivelle was furious.

It's better not to curse people. It doesn't show your superiority, but only exposes your family education and background.

"Yes, now I look like a pig, being forced to apologize by you." Manjing was unwilling.

Nivelle was speechless. He didn't expect Manjing's EQ to be so low. If he didn't apologize now, he wouldn't even have the chance to apologize in a few days, and Nivelle might be implicated. At this moment, Nivelle had the idea of ​​giving up Manjing.

If things were really that bad.

"What's the matter? Why did it stop for so long?" The car had been parked at the gate of the First Brigade for more than ten minutes, and Nivelle just noticed it.

"General, I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome." The aide-de-camp trotted to Nivelle's car window and reported in a low voice.

The aide-de-camp looked embarrassed and did not dare to tell the truth, so he asked Nivelle to judge for himself.

"Trouble? What trouble?" Nivelle was confused.

"You'd better take a look yourself." The aide-de-camp did not dare to report.

Nivelle pushed the door and got out of the car. He saw that the gate of the First Brigade was closed. There was no one in front of the gate. The road leading to the camp gate had been put down by the barricades. The black muzzles of the guns in the sandbag fortress were facing the convoy. The soldiers wearing the uniforms of the First Brigade were waiting for battle.

"Damn it, is this a mutiny?" Nivelle walked forward angrily.

"Please stop, stop outside the safety red line, otherwise you will be killed without mercy." Someone warned in French at the camp gate, with clear words.

About fifty meters away from the camp gate, there was a red ribbon on the ground, which was very conspicuous against the white snow.

"Kill without mercy? Very good, I want to see how you kill!" Nivelle was furious and strode towards the camp gate.

"Boom boom boom..."

The dull sound of a heavy machine gun suddenly sounded, and bullets hit Nivelle's feet in front of him. The snow on the ground was splashed everywhere, and a few drops of dirt even flew onto Nivelle's collar.

"How dare you... actually shoot!" Almost in an instant, the back of Nivelle's shirt was soaked.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the fine snow drilled into his collar, chilling him to the bone, and Nivelle shuddered.

"It's really too much, Neil, go back and gather the troops." Manjing was a little excited and ordered his deputy commander to prepare for war.

Perhaps Manjing was waiting for such an opportunity.

"Enough!" Nivelle roared.

Qin Zhiyuan had already decided to tear his face apart. At this time, preparing for war would immediately turn into an internal conflict. Even if Nivelle had Lloyd George's support, Nivelle could not bear the consequences of internal strife.

"Manjing, hand over your work to Neil. During this period, you will go to the headquarters to manage the archives." Nivelle made a prompt decision.

"What did you say?" Manjing was shocked and angry again.

"I said, you are fired now! Hand over your work to Neil, and you will go to Paris now to be responsible for the archives." Nivelle spoke word by word, his voice was extremely clear.

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"Just for that pig?" Manjing said without thinking.

"Shut up! You still can't see the facts clearly. You disappoint me so much!" Nivelle completely lost confidence in Manjing and turned back to the car.

The convoy turned around and left quickly, leaving Manjing dumbfounded.

Qin Zhiyuan was unable to make the trip that day because not long after, Qin Zhiyuan received a call from French President Raymond Poincaré.

"Little guy, I heard that there is something wrong with you, right?" Raymond said in a friendly tone.

"Yes, Mr. President, I have been ostracized here. To be honest, I can't feel the friendliness of France, which makes me feel discouraged." Qin Zhiyuan told the truth.

"Life is always full of twists and turns. We can't shrink back, we should face the difficulties like a warrior." Raymond enlightened.

"Mr. President, I understand what you mean, and I understand what should be done. But the problem now, Mr. President, is that Mr. Nivel and I do not trust each other. In this case, I cannot serve France wholeheartedly. "Since arriving in France in September, my troops and I have been fighting on the front line. We have cooperated with the Northern Army and achieved certain results, but now, that sense of tacit understanding does not exist," Qin Zhiyuan said bluntly. Not shy.

"I understand, maybe you and your children should take a break. Come to Paris and experience the French Christmas. As far as I know, you have never eaten tree trunk cake before, right." Raymond invited warmly.

Trunk cake is a traditional French Christmas delicacy. Before electricity was invented, the French used a bonfire as a Christmas gift. The French are romantic by nature, and even the origins of their food are extremely romantic: Once upon a time, there was a young man who couldn't afford a Christmas gift. He picked up a piece of wood in the forest and gave it to his lover. Therefore, tree trunk cake has also become a symbol of good luck in the coming year.

"Yes, Mr. President." Qin Zhiyuan understands that enough is enough. If the fish is really gone, Qin Zhiyuan will get nothing, and France will become the laughing stock of the West. This is a lose-lose outcome.

"Okay then, I'll be waiting for you in Paris and wish you good luck." Raymond said in a relaxed tone.

The president takes action, one can defeat two.