I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France Chapter 560: After modification - 560 It Seems I Chose the R

Paris Governnt Building, third floor, Military Research Center.

A few assistants were feigning busyness amidst a pile of docunts and materials. Fuxu sat at his desk, idly twirling a pencil in his hand, with a blank notebook in front of him.

He was organizing his words to "slander" Shire, so that everyone would think Fuxu was Shire’s "enemy."

However, Shire was nearly perfect.

In the recent battle, no one could have imagined he would use the River Som to flank the German Army, ultimately achieving results with over a thousand casualties that the British and French Allies couldn’t achieve with tens of thousands of losses.

This made it impossible for Fuxu to say anything bad about him or find any faults.

Not strategic enough?

If this wasn’t perfect, what could be considered perfect!

Didn’t pursue the victory?

That was decided by the frontline mutiny; the soldiers needed ti to rest and recuperate.

If there was any flaw, it was that he infuriated the British and thwarted their intentions to infiltrate and control the French Army.

A slight smile appeared unconsciously on Fuxu’s face.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Without waiting for Fuxu’s response, Clenceau appeared at the door, holding a cane in one hand and a briefcase in the other, he calmly asked, "General, can we talk alone?"

"Of course." Fuxu rose to greet him, gesturing for the dilatory assistants to leave the room.

Once the irrelevant people were gone, Clenceau closed the door, stepped forward and shook Fuxu’s hand: "Congratulations, General. I am here on behalf of the Parliant to inform you, you are now..."

Clenceau took out the appointnt from his bag and handed it to Fuxu: "You are now the Commander-in-Chief of the French Army, as well as the Commander-in-Chief of the Allies."

Fuxu’s eyes lit up, joy seed to leap out of him, and he exuded a glowing radiance.

"Is that so?" Fuxu took the appointnt excitedly: "Thank you very much, Your Excellency. This is such a surprise!"

In fact, Fuxu was not surprised at all.

Fuxu had, as Shire suggested, had contact with the British, although he was reluctant.

The Parliant had delayed the appointnt until now because the British were waiting for the results of the Battle of the Som.

If Shire had lost the Battle of the Som, the British would have had a pretext to infiltrate the French military-political system under the guise of "deep cooperation."

At that point, they would have preferred the more controllable Petain as commander, even though they knew Petain supported Shire.

But now Shire had won, and it was a significant victory.

This stabilized the front, the army, and the French political situation, leaving no gap for the British to exploit.

So they had to, as before, erect an opponent for Shire within the French army: Fuxu.

This was another victory for Shire on a different battlefield, Fuxu thought, as Shire had played both the British and Parliant brilliantly.

Clenceau remained calm. He wasn’t here just for this, otherwise, there would be no need for a "private talk."

Fuxu also understood this, inviting Clenceau to sit on the sofa, and he made a cup of coffee for him.

Even after becoming Commander-in-Chief, Fuxu didn’t dare offend those who wielded power in Parliant.

Clenceau accepted the coffee with a thank you, added a sugar cube and stirred it lightly, speaking casually but testingly: "You know, despite Shire’s repeated military achievents, many believe that he is too young to command an army of hundreds of thousands. What are your thoughts on this?"

It sounded like a simple statent but had deeper implications.

The underlying aning was:

Shire is too powerful, and Parliant fears it can’t control him. Commanding two thousand troops is one thing, but having tens of thousands under his command makes Parliant uneasy. Now that the frontline mutiny is under preliminary control, it’s ti to remove Shire from his Group Army command!

Long accustod to political maneuvering, Fuxu of course understood the implication. He hesitated briefly, appearing to consider the question, and then responded:

"Your Excellency, I believe the key issue isn’t Shire’s age but his good reputation."

"He has just won a victory, a glorious victory."

"This is crucial for maintaining morale at the front. Especially now, we cannot act hastily."

This was a reminder to Clenceau: Don’t dismantle the bridge too quickly after crossing it, the frontline mutiny has just stabilized, now removing Shire precipitously might provoke backlash.

Clenceau nodded slightly, sharing this concern.

He took a sip of his coffee, looking worried but his tone remained calm:

"I also heard that soldiers from other units voluntarily joined the 6th Group Army at the River Som."

"We comnd the soldiers for their bravery."

"But we must also understand that soldiers should remain at their posts, otherwise gaps will inevitably appear in the defenses!"

What he was truly concerned about wasn’t the 6th Group Army or potential gaps in the defense, but the growing number of soldiers strengthening Shire’s forces under his banner.

And this was almost inevitable. If the 6th Group Army continued to fight at the River Som and Shire managed to maintain low casualties, his forces would continue to grow.

"Of course, Your Excellency." Fuxu was confident in this: "I will handle this matter appropriately."

After a pause, Fuxu added: "Perhaps redeploying the 6th Group Army to Belgium would be a better option."

As he spoke, Fuxu carefully observed Clenceau’s reaction.

Clenceau responded with a thoughtful "Hmm," indeed it was a good idea.

Compared to other defensive lines, Belgium was a "isolated" place, mostly surrounded by Belgian civilians and the British Army.

"It can be considered." Clenceau nodded slowly.

Fuxu’s lip twitched slightly. These officials, who only knew how to strategize from their offices, didn’t understand warfare. They only thought about how to prevent Shire from growing his forces, without realizing that this move would actually consolidate Shire’s position in Belgium. Even the British would be unable to shake him.

Evidently, Clenceau hadn’t considered this point. Perhaps he thought Belgium was insignificant and didn’t believe Shire could cause any substantial trouble there.

Clenceau was even quite pleased with Fuxu’s suggestion, his eyes showing so appreciation. It seed he had made the right choice; Fuxu would indeed be a formidable opponent for Shire.

"There’s one more issue." Clenceau placed his coffee cup on the table: "We hope that once you take office, you can thoroughly resolve the mutiny. Parliant does not wish to see such incidents again."

The other aspect of the mutiny was the lower military and civilian classes pressuring Parliant’s decisions, which Parliant did not want to happen, fearing it would undermine their control over the country.

"I understand, Your Excellency," Fuxu replied.

At the sa ti, he sighed inwardly, recognizing that Parliant was eager to begin the purge of the mutineers, which would undoubtedly stir up another storm within the military.