I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France Chapter 527: Original text - 527 We Don’t Need to Follow The

Antwerp Airport, Tijani looked at the newspaper and repeatedly let out strange cries:

"No, this isn’t true!"

"How can they do this?"

"Damn it, these bastards!"

...

Finally, he threw the newspaper aside, looking angrily at Shire: "I was deceived by them, there is no victory at all, everything is a lie, the Germans were telling the truth instead!"

Then his eyes turned to confusion: "You always knew this? How did you know? You haven’t left Antwerp since the battle started."

"I don’t need to see it personally at the River Som to know the outco." Shire held up a cup and took a few sips of water, his old affliction had returned, drinking a few more cups of coffee ant light sleep, a state between sleeping and waking.

Putting down the cup, Shire continued to explain: "I just need to understand Haig’s tactical thought, a person who despises machine guns and tanks, what kind of victory do you expect from him on the battlefield?"

"Alright then!" Tijani agreed: "His victories and tactics are only suitable for dealing with colonial guerrilla troops and African natives."

Tijani had learned about Haig, he knew Haig had served in India and had participated in the Boer War in South Africa.

Shire was right, applying the tactical experience and strategies accumulated in intense battlefields against the Germans was purely asking for a beating, a harsh lesson was inevitable.

Tijani sighed, with a tone tinged with schadenfreude: "I’d like to see how they will wrap this up!"

Though Tijani was a wealthy second generation and a libertine, sowhere within him lay empathy for all mankind, he hated those who treated human lives as inconsequential on the battlefield, hated them for paving their way to promotion with lives, hated them for decorating themselves with dals stained with blood.

"They’ll have a way." Shire raised his eyebrows: "You don’t need to worry about them."

Tijani let out a scornful laugh, he wouldn’t worry about these bastards, nor did he believe they’d find a way out of this disaster.

But Shire knew this was true, historically, they had co away unscathed.

The logic was simple, as long as the battle was proclaid as a "victory," sacrifices would be acceptable because the battle itself was so tough, anyone else fighting would likely fare worse.

Thus, not only would they avoid punishnt, but they would also gain promotion and honor.

Shire didn’t want to see this outco.

Going onto the battlefield had taught Shire one thing: if you don’t eliminate the enemy, the enemy will eliminate you.

Nivelle, Haig, and Kitchener, they were all on Shire’s blacklist because they aid to eliminate Shire through their authority.

Therefore, as long as they held power, Shire could never be safe!

"Major General." At this mont, a communications soldier stepped forward with a telegram: "From Paris, the Parliant hopes you can spare so ti to return, they have matters to discuss with you."

Shire smiled lightly, took the telegram and showed it to Tijani: "Look, their thod has arrived."

Tijani paused, then realized they wanted Shire to command at the River Som.

As long as Shire achieved victory, their scandal would be overshadowed by the halo of triumph.

"You won’t do that, will you?" Tijani looked at Shire, his face full of opposition, but shortly hesitated.

Only Shire could prevent such needless sacrifices, although he would be used by these shaless bastards, he could save thousands upon thousands of lives.

Shire did not answer, he calmly ordered the communications soldier: "Reply, I need three days to complete my work here."

Glancing at the calendar on the table, he added: "I will be there on the morning of the 6th."

"Yes, Major General."

Tijani continued to stare at Shire, wanting to know what Shire would decide.

Shire replied helplessly:

"We don’t need to follow their wishes, General."

"For example, you should secretly send troops to Mons and prepare for battle now!"

Tijani exclaid in sudden realization: "Good idea, Major General."

...

Three days later, the Bourbon Palace House of Representatives was bustling as usual.

During this period, the House of Representatives had never quieted down, discussing Nivelle’s concealnt of the war situation:

"Nivelle should be held responsible for this, it is unimaginable that as a commander-in-chief, he has been falsifying war achievents all this ti."

"No, this concerns the army’s morale and public confidence, many things are inappropriate to let the public know during warti!"

"This isn’t the sa thing, they are doing this for themselves, I’m saying this includes the British."

"I don’t think that’s the case, sotis it is necessary to pay the price in war, after all, our army fared much better than the British Army, this shows the commander-in-chief is effective."

"Perhaps it isn’t the commander-in-chief being effective, but rather our smaller troop base making casualties appear less. Five divisions, over 80,000 n, with more than 20,000 casualties, can that be called ’much better’?"

...

Any argunt can be justified, especially in military theory, which has no definite standards and cannot be quantified, no one can be certain if certain actions are definitively right or wrong.

Therefore, the parliantarians supporting Nivelle could still argue back and forth with others, despite the irrefutable evidence of Nivelle’s "false war achievents."

At this mont, Shire pushed open the door and walked in, the conference room instantly fell silent, everyone turned their attention to Shire.

By now, Shire was well-accustod to this, he strode to the front, politely removed his general’s hat and held it with his forearm in front, slightly bowing: "Sorry, gentlen! I’m late, as soon as I got off the plane I was surrounded by reporters, they made feel like surrendering!"

The parliant mbers laughed loudly.

The victorious Shire on nurous battlefields, now wanting to surrender to reporters from his own country? They must have been spies hired by the Germans!

The Ministry of the Army representative, Gallieni, was already seated among the governnt observers behind the podium.

He was very pleased with Shire’s calm performance, this guy had grown up unknowingly, a bit strange, with a fierceness he didn’t possess before.

Perhaps the battlefield, business field, and political arena had honed his sharpness.

"Major General." A parliantarian stood up, straightforwardly presenting the topic:

"The reason we brought you from Antwerp to attend this eting today is a very important matter."

"You should have heard about the situation at the River Som?"

"Although so irregular, unsatisfactory circumstances have erged, we unanimously believe that now is not the ti to pursue responsibility."

"The important thing now is to solve the problem, which is to change the predicant of the River Som battle..."

Shire interrupted the parliantarian: "I know what you want to say, but I’m sorry, I might not be able to do it."

The conference room instantly beca chaotic, even Gallieni was surprised.

So had guessed Shire would refuse, after all, it was cleaning up the "opponent’s" ss, no one would willingly do so.

But no one expected Shire to refuse so bluntly, so decisively.

"No, you can’t do that." A parliantarian quickly began moral coercion: "It concerns the lives of many soldiers, you are ignoring their deaths!"

"I’m not the one who ordered them to charge, gentlen." Shire coldly replied: "You should ask those generals who gave the orders these questions."

The parliantarians were speechless.

After all, if they didn’t want sacrifices, they could simply order the soldiers to stay put and defend.

"Moreover." Shire continued: "The reason I can’t do it is because my battle has already comnced."

He held his head high, his voice not loud but his tone was heavy: "My troops are attacking Namur, and I must focus entirely on commanding the battle in that direction!"

The room was in shock, so were even so frightened they dropped their canes under their chairs.