I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France.

Charles' job is to report directly to General Gallieni, that is, to deliver the latest intelligence to Gallieni.

This sounds like a simple job, just delivering intelligence, but it actually requires a lot of knowledge.

"You must have a considerable understanding of the battlefield!" Fernan placed a pile of thick maps and a pile of documents half a person's height in front of Charles: "You are a staff officer, not a signalman. A signalman only needs to be able to read, speak, and walk. And you, be ready to answer the general's questions at any time, such as where a certain unit is, what the battlefield situation is, etc.!"

"How can I remember them all?" Charles looked at the pile of documents in front of him in surprise.

"You don't need to remember, lieutenant!" Fernan raised his eyebrows: "Let me tell you a little secret. If there is a war recently, you should know as much as possible about it and follow it in time, so that you can answer the general's questions!"

Charles felt that it made sense. After all, the war was updated in time, and the general was unlikely to ask about previous wars and other irrelevant circumstances.

Thinking about it, Charles spread his hands towards the documents in front of him: "So, Lieutenant Colonel...what do I need them for?"

The smug expression on Fernan's face slowly disappeared, and he found that he had given his "little secret" a little too early.

What Charles didn't know was that his mission was actually carefully planned by Gallieni.

Before this, Gallieni rarely went to the lounge. If he did, it was because he was too tired.

But since Charles came, he went to the lounge more often and for longer and longer periods of time, sometimes even asking someone to bring him a cup of coffee and some fruit.

The staff in the war room didn't find it strange. They interpreted Gallieni's change as a change in the war:

Before, the Germans had fought to the gates of Paris, so of course they had to respond with all their strength.

Now that the Germans have retreated, the front line is gradually moving away from Paris and there is no hope of counterattack. There is nothing wrong with relaxing, not to mention that Gallieni is 65 years old and his physical condition does not allow for fatigue.

But the reason was not what they thought...

Charles made a lot of preparations before delivering the intelligence. As Fernan said, he wrote down some place names and general situation of the current war, including the location and status of relevant troops, so as not to need to consult temporarily when encountering problems.

It is not easy to consult temporarily during this period. It may be necessary to dig out the answers to the questions from a mountain of intelligence and documents.

However, Charles found that the preparations he made were meaningless.

Charles knocked on the wooden door of the lounge with a telegram. After getting permission, he pushed the door in and reported: "General, the 5th Army has advanced another 3 kilometers to the north and has now reached the Unar area!"

The harassment war of the 5th Army was the most successful, which made its offensive described as unstoppable. They had left other troops far behind more than ten kilometers, thus forming a salient on the offensive line.

Major General Monouri, commander of the 6th Army, thought that the 5th Army should stop advancing and wait for other troops, otherwise there would be a danger of being surrounded by the German army.

Gallieni, who was looking down at the map, said "hmm", took the telegram lightly, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground, and asked: "What do you think?"

"What?" Charles didn't understand what Gallieni meant.

"Do you think Major General Monouri is right?" Gallieni stared at the map and said calmly: "Should we stop the 5th Army?"

Charles said "ah" and stared at Gallieni blankly.

Shouldn't this old guy ask which armies are on the left and right wings of the 5th Army, whether the logistics can keep up, and where the reinforcements are...

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Gallieni pointed to the map and said:

"The left wing of the 5th Army is the 3rd Army, and the right wing is the 8th Army."

"Although the progress of these two armies is not as fast as the 5th Army, they are also advancing steadily."

"The 5th Army just received a batch of reinforcements last night, and the manpower should not be a big problem."

"In addition, they captured a warehouse abandoned by the Germans a few days ago, which gave them a lot of food!"

...

Charles was confused by these words, old man, did you steal my line?

Seeing that Charles did not answer, Gallieni looked up at Charles and asked, "What's wrong? Is it the identity of a staff officer that constrains your talent, or is it the rank of a second lieutenant that restricts your imagination? This is not like you!"

"General!" Charles replied, "What you asked seems to be a question you need to consider!"

"That's right, Charles!" Gallieni looked at Charles meaningfully, "But the staff officer is my assistant and part of my brain. So, I'm thinking!"

Charles did not understand at first, but after a while he finally understood:

If Charles, the staff officer, is part of Gallieni's brain, then Charles' thinking is equivalent to Gallieni's thinking, and Charles' solving the problem is equivalent to Gallieni solving the problem.

Can it be explained in this way?

Seeing that Charles was still hesitating, Gallieni raised his head: "It seems that you are not suitable for thinking, Charles! In this case, I can only let you practice military posture, which may be more suitable for you, and you seem to like it!"

He raised his head and pretended to call Fernan.

"No, General!" Charles hurriedly stopped him.

He had long been tired of responding to commands over and over again like a robot. It was a torture for Ciel.

He pretended to like it because he was worried that this old guy would find his weakness. Now it seems that it has no effect at all!

Noticing the embarrassment on Charles's face, Gallieni smiled with a hint of conspiracy. He raised his chin towards the map on the table and said, "Then let me see if you are suitable for thinking!"

Charles came up helplessly, looked at the map and thought for a while, and said, "I think we should not let the 5th Army stop, but should speed it up!"

"Why?" Gallieni was a little confused.

He had thought about letting the 5th Army maintain its speed, but he had never thought about speeding it up. This little guy surprised him again.

"Remember the 'special operations' I mentioned before?" Charles asked back.

Galieni's eyes lit up instantly. This new term has been tormenting him for several days!

Looking at Gallieni's excited expression, Charles suddenly thought, could all this be planned by Gallieni?

Standing at attention, this special job, and the lounge...are all these coincidences?