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

Chapter 977 The following offense
Haig and Beck initially dismissed the civilian "riots" as trivial.

Haig even joked, asking the guard, "Targeting me? Is this Charles's new tactic? Is he planning to drown me in the spittle of the French people?"

Baker laughed, bent down to pick up his coffee from the coffee table, took a couple of sips, and moved with ease.

They acted with impunity because they were not French citizens and, in principle, had no connection with the French military and civilians; the protests of the French were irrelevant to them.

More importantly, they have troops at their disposal, millions of British and American expeditionary forces. What kind of trouble could civilian protesters possibly cause?

"Did our soldiers accidentally injure French civilians?" Haig asked.

Such things happen frequently, along with robberies and those who can't control their lust. With a large military force and the pressure of war, it's inevitable that such things will occur.

However, the guard said, "No, General, they said... they said you were working with the Germans and planned to kill Charles!"

Instantly, all the staff officers and communications soldiers in the office focused their attention on Haig.

Haig and Beck were stunned. They looked at each other, as if asking, "How did they know about this?"

Haig, a seasoned general, remained calm under pressure and let out an exaggerated laugh: "Cooperate with the Germans? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard."

Baker wore a natural smile; as a politician, he was adept at disguising himself.

"There's even a portion for me?"

"They must have been used by German spies."

"It's a very simple divisive tactic; the Germans are trying to divide us!"

That's a reasonable reason, Haig nodded in agreement: "Yes, that must be it, those stupid guys!"

The staff officers believed them and continued with their work.

However, the guard said, "General, they say there's a recording, and your conversation has been released by the League of Nations!"

Hague and Baker's expressions changed, realizing that the problem might not be as simple as they thought.

Just then the phone rang, and the staff officer handed the receiver to Haig: "General, it's General Winter."

Haig immediately sensed that something was very wrong.

General Winter has been with the League of Nations, which matches what the guards said. Could there really be some kind of recording?
He took the phone with some skepticism, and after listening for a while, his face gradually turned pale. He even asked, "Is there really a recording?"

Beck stared at Hague in astonishment, his hand holding the coffee cup trembling uncontrollably.

If there really is a recording, it means his political career is completely over.

Who did it?

Haig slowly put down the phone, the receiver seeming to weigh a ton in his hand.

As he stood there in a daze, "bang!" a stone shattered the glass, and the angry roars of civilians came from outside.

"Get out here, you shameless traitor! We need an explanation."

"Hiding inside won't do any good. You seem to have forgotten that this is France. There will always be a time for you to come out."

"Charles saved you, and your soldiers, many times, you bastards!"

……

Haig panicked. He glanced at Baker, hurriedly got up, took his military cap from the coat rack, and put it on: "I need to go out!"

Baker quickly stood up: "I'll go with you, General."

But as soon as he stepped out the door, he was blocked by a group of soldiers.

They were “one of our own,” including both British and American soldiers, including Pershing and Patton.

"What are you doing?" Haggle ordered, his voice laced with bravado but lacking conviction. "Get out of the way! I'm ordering you!"

The soldiers didn't leave; instead, they took a step closer.

Pershing didn't speak; he didn't know what to say.

Barton stepped forward, glanced at Hague, and finally fixed his gaze on Baker.

"Are they telling the truth?" Barton asked, his voice cold.

"What?" Baker feigned confusion.

Barton's gaze was fixed on Baker, and he asked, word by word:
"We clearly can defeat the Germans, so why retreat?" "Is the purpose of the retreat to leave Char's First Panzer Corps to the Germans?"

"Is this your 'gift' to the Germans?"

The British and American soldiers around him questioned:

"Do you know how many people died during the retreat? It's pointless for you to tell me now."

"Its purpose was simply to destroy the First Armored Army and the Charles?"

"You disgust me, you fucking politician!"

Perhaps sensing the murderous intent in the soldiers' eyes, Baker was too frightened to speak.

Haig stepped forward to explain, "No, it's not what you think..."

"Bang"!
Before he could finish speaking, a heavy punch knocked Hague to the ground.

British and American soldiers swarmed forward and punched and kicked the two men, cursing as they did so.

"You betrayed us, you betrayed everyone!"

"This is for Charles, this is for me, this is for the soldiers you have deceived!"

"Fuck you, I've had enough! You've made us all cowards!"

……

Haig's guards stood by, most of them just shouting a few times without moving. A few tried to step forward to dissuade them, but were stopped by several soldiers with menacing expressions.

"Hey, relax, man."

They don't deserve it.

"Want to have a match with us?"

……

Behind them, more soldiers rushed forward, and the protesting civilians, having heard the commotion, cheered and pushed their way in.

Then a miraculous scene unfolded: unlike anything ever seen on any other battlefield, British, American, and French troops, along with civilians, all united together, just to exchange a few punches or spit on each other.

The chaotic scene lasted for more than ten minutes.

In the end, Pershing rescued the two men. He was worried that if someone died, the situation would change and the incident would turn from "beating a superior" into "mutiny" or "rebellion".

He loudly ordered everyone to stop, and with the help of his guards, he forcibly pulled the person out on a stretcher.

Hague and Baker were bruised and battered, lying on stretchers, clutching their wounds and groaning.

But it's not over yet.

Angry civilians continued to throw stones and rotten eggs at them until the stretchers were loaded onto the car.

Unfortunately, when the stretcher was being carried onto the vehicle, it slipped and fell headfirst to the ground, causing Hager to curse loudly in pain.

However, when the stretcher bearer jumped off the vehicle and stepped on his hand, Hagg seemed to understand something and dared not say anything more.

Pan Xing walked to the front of the car and patted the door.

The driver leaned out and said, "General."

Pershing ordered, "To the airport."

"Shouldn't we go to a field hospital?" The driver looked into the back of the truck.

“No,” Pershing replied sarcastically, “If we send them to a field hospital, they won’t come out alive.”

"Understood, General," the driver replied, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

Pershing waved to the driver again, and the driver craned his neck to get closer.

Pershing lowered his voice: "Slow down, you have plenty of time!"

The driver understood immediately and replied loudly, "Yes, General!"

(End of this chapter)