Expedition to Europe

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In addition to Clemenceau, the last relatively unfamiliar soldier in the small hall is Louis Herbert Lyaute.

Qin Zhiyuan and Louis Herbert Lyaute have met once, but they are not familiar with each other. Compared with Foch and Old Renault, Louis Herbert Lyaute is indeed a stranger.

Louis Herbert Lyaute is the current French Minister of the Army.

Louis Herbert Lyaute is known as the smartest soldier in the French colonies. Before World War I, Lyaute's position was the Governor of Morocco and the Commander-in-Chief of the Garrison. After the outbreak of World War I, two-thirds of Lyaute's troops were transferred back to France, but he was still able to control the situation and expand slowly, showing unparalleled control and coordination skills, so he was transferred back to France before Christmas to serve as the French Minister of the Army.

It can be predicted that, like Foch, Louis Herbert Lyautey has also reserved a marshal position in the future.

"Ha, there are new friends joining us. Shouldn't we have a drink for this?" Perhaps because they were both colonial soldiers, Lyautey showed goodwill to Qin Zhiyuan.

As the Minister of the Army, Lyautey should also show goodwill to all French soldiers.

"Hello, Mr. Minister." Qin Zhiyuan smiled and greeted.

When he was not attacked or treated unfairly, Qin Zhiyuan was always a very gentle person. Compared with Westerners, Qin Zhiyuan was more elegant, and compared with Orientals, Qin Zhiyuan was more tough.

This made Qin Zhiyuan full of personal charm, but no one acknowledged Qin Zhiyuan in person for this, and Qin Zhiyuan was not clear about other people's evaluation of him.

"Sit down, Qin, please sit away from me, I can smell the blood on you now, oh... you are really a murderer." Lyautey joked, although the words were sharp, but it did not cause Qin Zhiyuan's disgust.

Perhaps this is Lyautey's personal charm. He has a trait that can close the distance between strangers in a few words, making people feel as relaxed as facing old friends.

"Don't laugh at me. Before Christmas, you were still the governor and commander-in-chief. You are not much better than me!" Qin Zhiyuan relaxed his mind and pushed back neither softly nor hard.

As a colonial officer, Lyautey must have had countless blood on his hands, there is no doubt about that. But this is a hypocritical society, which everyone knows and deliberately avoids. Since Lyautey has no taboos about this, Qin Zhiyuan does not need to avoid it.

"You are such a bold guy." Lyautey admires Qin Zhiyuan very much.

I'm afraid that before this, no one has ever said this directly to Lyautey. After all, as the French Minister of the Army, Lyautey has his own majesty. And before this, when Lyautey was the governor of the colony, no one dared to be presumptuous to him. The governor of the colony is equivalent to a "local emperor".

Foch and old Renault both smiled as Qin Zhiyuan and Lyaute communicated. The two had no intention of speaking. Qin Zhiyuan saw a trace of worry and deep sorrow in Foch's eyes. Qin Zhiyuan responded with an affirmative smile, and the worry in Foch's eyes finally reduced a little.

"Okay, the greetings are over. Let's get back to business, gentlemen." Clemenceau finally spoke.

When Clemenceau spoke, Lyaute and Foch, who were sitting on the single sofa, both subconsciously straightened their waists, which made Qin Zhiyuan subconsciously straighten his posture and face Clemenceau, waiting for Clemenceau's next words.

There were only three single sofas in total. Qin Zhiyuan, Foch, and Lyaute sat on one each. Old Renault leaned on the bar next to the small wine rack since he entered the room, and at this time he also put down his elbows on the bar.

"Qin, please forgive me for calling you here so anxiously. This is a matter of great importance. Please understand. Before you understand everything, I have a question for you. What do you think of Mr. Nivelle's offensive plan?" Clemenceau spoke very quickly. His French had a slight accent. If you didn't concentrate, you might not even hear him clearly.

This is understandable. Clemenceau is a politician. If he didn't speak quickly, he wouldn't have a chance to speak when debating with other politicians.

Before Christmas, Nivelle proposed his 1917 battle plan. Nivelle planned to launch a spring offensive in April, using three armies, 53 divisions, and more than 1.2 million troops to attack the Chemin de Dame area, which was defended by only 11 divisions.

Nivelle was very confident. In this plan, Nivelle proposed that if the war did not progress within 72 hours, Nivelle would stop the offensive. This plan caused great controversy within the Allied forces. The most important reason was that Nivelle's attitude towards the battle was not firm.

72 hours!

What did Nivelle regard the lives of the French soldiers as? Was it a test subject to verify his personal ability?

He is indeed a butcher!

"Mr. Nivelle... I don't comment on this person, nor on his plan. I can only say that if I and my troops were asked to carry it out, I think I would refuse." Because of Foch, Qin Zhiyuan and Nivelle will never be in the same trench again in this life.

"Look, let me just say that anyone with a little bit of strategic vision will sneer at that madman's plan. I have long said that that madman's plan is for the army of the Duchess of Gerolstein, and it should be Throw it in the toilet and wipe your butt." Liotai said without hesitation.

The Duchess of Gerolstein is a fictional character in a comic opera that does not exist in reality. Lyautey used this to express his dissatisfaction.

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"Louis, please, can you not be so direct." Old Renault, who seemed to have the lowest status, expressed dissatisfaction.

It only seems that Old Renault has the lowest status. In fact, Old Renault has the richest net worth in this room. If the people in this room want to do something, they must have Old Renault's support.

"So, Qin, what are you going to do?" Clemenceau tested Qin Zhiyuan's level of disgust.

"I am powerless to change this. You know, I have been thrown to that ghost place in Corsica by Mr. President, and I am hiding and seeking in the mountains with those damn extremists. I am beyond my reach to deal with Paris." Qin Zhiyuan Not without complaints. He wanted to use this grumbling attitude to cover up his true intentions: "If the plan succeeds, that's great, but it has nothing to do with me. If the plan doesn't succeed, it doesn't matter, because it's not me who dies. people.”

When Qin Zhiyuan said this, he turned to ask Old Renault: "Louis, can you help me and give me a few more tanks? The morning before yesterday, my patrol was violently attacked in Ajaccio, and the entire platoon was blocked by the road. The camouflaged bombs on the side were destroyed. If possible, I think I need to use tanks to patrol the streets. "

Only children who can cry will get milk, and Qin Zhiyuan understands this trick.

"Listen to me, Qin, don't complain yet. If you can do something, I will give you 100 tanks." Clemenceau wrote a check.

Do something?

What does Clemenceau want?