Chapter 845 No Bread, Revolution

February 16, 1918, the sixth day of the first lunar month.

Nant, France.

In the magnificent castle of the Duke of Brittany, Major Murphy, dressed in a wrinkled military uniform, hurried to the innermost office, but before he knocked on the door, the heavy breath and the woman's moan faintly came from it made him stop knocking awkwardly.

After a while, the door was finally opened, and the beautiful Mrs. Durian's dress came out in a mess. Just looking at her cheeks, she could guess what had happened in the room.

Mrs. Durian was not nervous after seeing Murphy. After nodding her head slightly, she quickly left the castle with a small bag. Murphy, with sharp eyes, still saw several raised canned objects in the small bag. Obviously, the colonel in the room who managed the military logistics got the body of the pre-war high-class socialite in Paris with a slewar deal.

Despite this practice, looking at the swaying fat buttocks at the end of the corridor and the long legs that could make any man crazy, Murphy also envied the good luck of the guy in the room. You should know that if it had been placed before the war, such a beauty may only be those children of rich families and senior officials have a chance to kiss Fangze, but now they only need a few canned beef.

Murphy walked into the room. A handsome man in the room with a typical Nordic wide face and a round chin was slowly tidying up his military uniform, as if he didn't mind anything about being broken.

After tidying up the military uniform, the man cleaned up the scattered desk. It can be seen that this should be the fierce "battlefield" just now.

Murphy quietly took a breath, smelled the special smell of ** in the air, and then took out the information she had just got: "Coloe, we just received the news.

Yesterday afternoon, the bloodless blade of the Seventh Fleet of the Xinhua Navy landed in the port of Valencia in Spain, and King Alfonso XIII of Spain, who disappeared from people's eyes, appeared in the harbor, where he officially accepted the protection of the Seventh Fleet of the Xinhua Royal Navy! At the same time, it announced that it would surrender to Xinhua and the Allies!"

"Spain has surrendered!"

"Yes, and a battalion of the Xinhua Marine Corps has landed, and the follow-up troops are expected to help stabilize the situation in Spain!"

"So, the Chinese will not land in the southern waters of our country?"

"It should be. Their army in the Mediterranean and North Africa is insufficient, and it is impossible to stabilize Spain and launch a major landing war at the same time."

"That's great."

The information brought by Murphy made Snead's hand tidy up the table slightly, but strangely, this almost thunderous bad news for France brought a smile to the corners of his mouth.

Before the war, Sneider was just an ordinary lieutenant colonel's staff officer under Xia Fei. Because he was good at studying, he was promoted to colonel after the beginning of the war and was also appointed to be in charge of military logistics.

He can become the head of the logistics department, and he should also thank Xia Fei for his strange temper. The general, who still has strict requirements for food even in the most critical moment in France, likes Sneed very much, because Sneed is the only military logistics officer who can meet all his requirements.

After Xiafei left office, some people once thought that all the generals who supported Xiafei's faction should be cleaned up. However, due to the urgency of the war, Sneider's low profile and no mistakes in logistics management, the position gradually settled down.

After thinking, Snead took out two cigars from the drawer. The food was limited on the front line. When the soldiers were starving and defending their country, they were able to take out a few cigars casually. He, a colonel officer in charge of all the logistics of the French army, was one of them, and it was precisely because of this special The extraordinary power gradually surrounded a group of people around him, and Murphy himself was one of them.

The fragrance of tobacco made Murphy find the meaning of living. Although he himself felt that he was fundamentally different from an ambitious man like Snead, one thing the two were the same, that is, France must withdraw from the war as soon as possible, so as to keep the last trace of vitality for this great country.

Italy's rebellion has plunged southern France into panic, and Spain's surrender has cut off France's last breath. If the Atlantic Ocean can remain open, maybe the war can be maintained. The three special convoys of the Royal Xinhua Navy, composed of 6 large aircraft carriers, 3 small aircraft carriers and 10 battleships, have The Atlantic route was completely blocked.

This war, which was thought to end in a few weeks at the beginning, has evolved into a confrontation of the country's comprehensive strength. France is not as good as Germany, but relying on the help of Britain and the United States and the huge external colonies, it can still fight against Germany.

But now there is no hope at all. After the surrender of Spain, it means that the Xinhua Seventh Fleet has officially advanced to the southern coast of France. All coastal cities, including Marseille, have entered the range of naval guns and aircraft. They can easily cut off France and almost one-third of the French African colonies. The connection made France cut off all external blood transfusions at once!

Britain on the other side of the strait is also uncomfortable, and the food problem also bothers them. The existence of the three special turban fleets of Xinhua Atlantic is almost equivalent to cutting off the eastern Atlantic route from Africa to the United Kingdom, and they are also unable to give blood transfusions to France.

On the one hand, Xinhua continues to transport materials from the Far East to Germany through the Baghdad Railway and the Suez Canal. On the other hand, the Atlantic Channel has been completely blocked and Africa has been isolated. In fact, the outcome of this battle has long been clear, but those politicians are not willing to end like this and are taking advantage of the last opportunity to use their hands. All that's left is bargaining!

Snead is not an incompetent person, otherwise he can't take care of the logistics of millions of troops in an orderly way. He is very clear about the mystery of political games, just like he deals with countless women who try to get some food from him.

He got a touching body and moaning again and again, but he was not satisfied. He hoped to truly step into the core, become a hero of the French, and be baptized by countless spotlights!

Snead tapped the table a few times and raised his head coldly: "Where is our dear president? And what about General Fuxu?

"General Fuch is discussing the next battle plan with the British. According to the plan, he will return to Bordeaux on March 15 to discuss the prevention of the German spring offensive."

"The next battle plan? Humph!" Sneid snorted and interrupted Murphy's sneer, "It's the next plan to die!"

Murphy did not answer and continued, "The President and the Prime Minister are still in Bordeaux. According to our information, they met several guests who arrived from Switzerland five days ago. It is said that they are."

"Chinese!" Hearing this, Sneider suddenly stood up, with a trace of tension in his expression.

Murphy nodded and watched Sneide walk to the window with a cigar in his clip. The once-called bustling city street was empty.

This news made both of them nervous.

From France's national standpoint, President Pengalle's choice is right. For France, which is almost certain to lose the war and sign a treaty of humiliation with Germany, it is better to contact Xinhua than to surrender to Germany to accept humiliation, which can at least make Germany uncomfortable after the war.

But the problem is that they are in contact with the Germans. The German commander-in-chief has promised to fully support the overthrow of the current French political axe, and as long as he succeeds, he will become the new French president. If the main faction led by Pengalle is a step ahead at this time, all his efforts in the past few years will be in vain!

Thinking of this, Snead extinguished the cigar fiercely and said, "Muffie, you should contact Colonel Eddie immediately. You must stop Fuch from coming back!"

"But."

Murphy was a little hesitant. Fuxu was not an ordinary person. Such a general who led the whole law [***] team came back to report his duty. When he came back, he must be escorted by a large number of guards, which means to forcibly stop it.

"We don't have time!" Sneidi said viciously, "After the surrender of Spain, if Pengalle also surrenders to the Chinese, then Germany will completely abandon us!" Do you understand?"

"But if we are too close to Germany, it will arouse domestic hatred for us!"

"No, no, Murphy, you're wrong." Sneider waved his hand and said confidently, "We are only temporarily using our relationship with Germany. As long as we act quickly and force Pengalle and Vivianni to step down, we can keep the country's last vitality!

I have contacted Lenin. As long as the war is over, we can quickly form an alliance with Russia and continue to form a trap against Germany!"

"But what if Germany asks us to cut off the return of the British expeditionary force? That's millions of troops. If we block the harbor and don't let them go home, the British political axe will inevitably hate us in the future, but if we don't stop it, I'm afraid Germany will not continue to support us!" Murphy asked anxiously.

"Moffy, don't worry." The corners of Sneiard's mouth tilted: "I'll stop it."

"You have to block it!"

"Yes, but if the army is unwilling to obey the command, then I can't help it. In addition, you must tell the British immediately after we do it. As for whether they can withdraw from here, we don't need to think about it."

Listening to Sneider say that he wanted to continue to cooperate with Germany, he was ready to join hands with Russia and let go of the British army at the last moment. Murphy's heart was about to jump out and shouted, "Sneiard, you are playing with fire!"

In the face of the doubts of his assistants, Sneid did not care about this kind of dance on the tip of the knife, and even thought that this was what qualified politicians should do, so he waved his hand lightly: "Moffy, you must get used to the change of identity. From now on, we will be politicians, not soldiers who only know how to obey orders."

Murphy nodded, but he still couldn't bear it, because he knew very well that once he started to act, this dilapidated country would enter a future that no one could predict.

As if to see Murphy's worries, Sneider put on a smiling face and walked to him and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, as if he were catching up with an old friend. He said affirmatively in his ear, "Muffie, you should know that what we need now is not bread, but."

"A revolution!"

(to be continued)