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

Chapter 98 Different "Protection"

Charles didn't feel anything wrong, he just found that the number of guards outside the airport had increased two or three times.

But this seemed normal. After people knew that Charles was in command at the airport, they rushed to the airport like a mad wave. They surrounded the airport in three layers inside and three layers outside, and even the runway for taking off was crowded with people.

If this goes on, not to mention eating and sleeping, it will be difficult for the planes to take off and meet the enemy.

Fortunately, soldiers arrived soon to restore order. They drove people out of the airport and secured it tightly.

Charles stayed in the officers' dormitory at the airport that night.

This is because the battle has not yet settled, and Charles has to continue to command the operation of the airport... Now the whole city is counting on Charles' "aircraft cannon" to stop the Germans and win the final victory, so Charles certainly cannot leave his post easily.

What made Charles a little strange was that the guards also "protected" the plane.

What are they worried about?
Worried about the pilot sabotaging the plane?

Everything was fine before they were gone, is it really necessary to do this now?
But Charles didn't think much about it. He washed up and went to bed.

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The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the autumn wind is gentle.

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly towards the airport gate and stopped when it passed the guard. The guard glanced at the documents handed over, looked inside through the window, and then let it pass.

The guards were completely oblivious to the fact that the deep ruts and heavy rocking of the carriage suggested that there was more than one person in it.

The carriage finally stopped in front of the officers' quarters. A man in military uniform got off the carriage, straightened his military cap, and walked straight towards Charles' quarters.

The guards standing guard downstairs only glanced over here for a few times and continued to pace aimlessly. The moment they turned around, a few people quietly stepped out from the shadow of the carriage...

Charles, who was half asleep, heard a knock on the door. He turned on the light and looked at the clock on the wall with sleepy eyes. It was half past eleven. Who would come to visit at this time?
"Who is it?" Charles asked.

Ever since the "kidnapping incident" in the town of Lavaise, Charles has become more cautious about everything, even when surrounded by guards.

"It's me, Winter!" General Winter's voice came from the door.

Charles walked up to the door in confusion and opened it. Winter, dressed in military uniform, was standing at the door. Charles noticed through the light that his expression looked a little strange.

"I'm very sorry to bother you at this time, Lieutenant!" General Winter took off his military cap and walked in. "We really want to know how you moved the cannon onto the plane. Can you tell me about it?"

It was about this matter. Charles yawned with his mouth open, muttering to himself: Can't we come tomorrow? Just one night? At dawn, I only need to take a look to know that it is Congreve...

At this time, General Winter handed a note to Charles. He winked and continued, "Please forgive our curiosity, Lieutenant! They are very anxious. You know, this weapon may play a big role on the battlefield. They think they can't wait a moment..."

Charles opened the note and saw:

"You must leave immediately. General Gis and the congressman are conspiring to hand you over to the Germans because this is the only way to end this war once and for all!"

Charles immediately understood what was going on. He had thought of this contradiction before, but he didn't expect it to escalate so quickly. "But..." Charles looked embarrassed.

He thought of the sudden increase in the number of guards at the airport. They should all be General Gis's confidants. How could he leave under such circumstances?

General Winter handed Charles another note, saying, "I hope you won't be embarrassed by this. If there are any problems with industrial property rights, we can buy it if you are willing..."

Charles quickly took the note and unfolded it. It read: "We have dealt with the guards guarding the plane and woke up Eric. You go down alone to the hangar!"

Charles nodded, and just as he was about to get his military uniform from the bedside, he was pulled back by Winter. Winter gave him an angry look, as if to say, it's already this late, and you're still thinking about changing clothes.

Charles had no choice but to pick up a pillow, lower his body and slip out.

The reason why he wanted to hug the pillow was because of his last experience of flying: the cabin was open, and even in his military uniform he was still shivering in the daytime. If Charles were to fly back to Paris in his pajamas, he would probably be frozen into a popsicle by the time he got off the plane!
As soon as Charles went out, a British soldier came to meet him. Charles followed the British soldier, stopping and walking, and occasionally hiding behind the corner waiting for the patrol to pass by.

General Winter was still showing off his acting skills in the dormitory: "I'm very sorry, we can't accept this price. It's far beyond our budget. I think you should reduce it by at least two points..."

After finally reaching the hangar, they found two Belgian guards tied up with cloth stuffed in their mouths.

Although Eric was sitting in the cockpit, he didn't understand what was going on. When he saw Charles coming, he lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, little guy, which country are we from?"

Charles got on the plane and replied: "You don't need to know which country we are from, you just need to know that we are going back to Paris!"

Then Charles added: "Can you fly the plane back to Paris safely? I mean, this night?"

"Of course!" Eric replied, then complained: "But they won't let me bring any wine... I never know!"

Charles was speechless. In Eric's eyes, wine seemed to be more important than gasoline!

The plane started up. Two British soldiers pushed open the hangar door and stood at attention to salute the two men. Their bright eyes seemed to say, it's an honor to serve you!
The Belgian guards around also heard the roar of the plane's engine and ran over shouting, and some even blew their whistles.

But it was too late. The plane rumbled towards the runway, speeding up and down, and soon it left the guards who were chasing it behind.

The moment the plane took off, Charles turned his head back and he seemed to hear General Winter shouting: "These guards are rebels. They want to hand Charles over to the Germans! They are shameless traitors!"

The airport suddenly became chaotic. Airport staff led by Major Fisher rushed towards the guards shouting angrily, and several gunshots were heard.

Eric flew the plane around the airport for a short while, looked at the soldiers fighting below, shook his head and sighed, "Ugly politics, huh, little guy?"

Then he sighed again: "I will never understand this!"

"You don't have to understand!" Charles said, "Just remember to sell the aircraft factory to me!"

Eric's heart was warmed. What a kind little guy! I was worried that he would forget about this, but I didn't expect that he still thought about it!

(End of this chapter)