I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France Chapter 562: Original text - 562 Only Shire Can Do It

Shire first sought out not the British, but the stationmaster, a Frenchman nad Donadi.

Shire believed that the British were inherently "not of our kind," taking advantage was the law of the jungle, but what was more hateful were those Frenchn who sold out their nation’s interests.

However, Donadi’s reply made it impossible for Shire to hate him.

Donadi, faced with the imposing guards and knowing the famous Shire stood before him, was so frightened that he trembled all over.

"General," Donadi replied in a trembling voice, "Please, please believe , I don’t want to do this either. But this is an order from my superiors, and if I don’t comply, I will imdiately... lose this hard-won job!"

Donadi’s eyes were full of pleading, seemingly saying that the struggles of big figures end up affecting us little people, and collateral damage condemns our entire families to starvation.

Shire was montarily speechless.

It was Nivelle’s fault; he was quite pro-British, even almost half British himself.

Although he had stepped down now, Fuxu had not yet taken over, currently leaving a power vacuum during the transition.

At this mont, a British Army Captain, perhaps noticing the commotion, strode up with several guards, shouting arrogantly, "What’s happening? Why aren’t you boarding the train yet?"

Shire did not respond, instead coldly asked back, "Since when did you start having priority?"

Using a flashlight, the British Army Captain recognized the Major General standing before him, and his arrogant tone imdiately dampened a bit, though he still maintained a detestable gentleman’s stance, answering pompously, "I don’t quite rember, General, probably since the day of the offensive!"

He then asked back, in a confrontational tone:

"Shouldn’t it be? We ca here to help you fight; otherwise, the Germans would have already reached Paris!"

"We’ve made enormous sacrifices for France, General; tens of thousands of British soldiers are dying every day!"

"We just wish to quickly aid these wounded soldiers, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable..."

Shire had never thought he would hear such a claim, that Britain was helping France fight the war?

Britain didn’t join the war because of France; they declared war when Germany invaded Belgium, before which Britain was competing with Germany at sea.

Just because the battlefield was in France, did that an they were fighting for France?

Moreover, Britain tried to infiltrate and control France, and they even called this "helping"?

"Captain!" Shire interrupted the British Army Captain, his voice calm, matching a gentleman’s deanor, "If you consider this as helping France fight the war, why not withdraw your troops and leave the war?"

The British Army Captain was stunned; he did not expect Shire to respond this way.

"I hope you understand one point." Shire spoke sarcastically, "If Britain had to enter the war for its own interests, this is not a ’helping’ relationship. Moreover, Britain caused a record daily casualty of 100,000 here, forcing us to handle countless corpses; you still owe us a thank you."

The guards laughed aloud; the British day’s casualty of 100,000 and attempts to cover it up had long beco a scandal, particularly for Haig.

The British Army Captain turned pale with anger; he couldn’t maintain his pretentious deanor, responded more forcefully, "I hope you understand, General, many supplies in France are provided by Britain, including dicines and dical equipnt, so..."

Shire countered, "Weren’t these supplies bought by France with money and blood?"

The British Army Captain was instantly speechless; the supplies indeed were purchased by France, not provided for free, so were even high-interest loans.

As for the blood, he knew it referred to the large number of wounded French soldiers currently stranded.

Shire didn’t want to waste ti arguing with the British Army Captain, he directly ordered, "The war has lasted about a month, and you’ve enjoyed a month of priority transportation. From now until next month, it will be the French Army’s wounded soldiers’ turn for priority transportation."

"No, you can’t do this!" The British Army Captain stepped forward, his right hand instinctively resting on the revolver at his waist.

But before he could act further, with a rustling sound, the guards imdiately moved, several rifles were pointed at him.

"Captain," Stationmaster Donadi nervously reminded in a small voice, "He is Shire, there’s nothing he can’t do!"

This ignorant fool, if he dared to draw on Shire, we’d be torn apart alive by the furious crowd.

Like being electrocuted, the British Army Captain jolted his head up to look at Shire, realizing the young Major General was indeed Shire?

The one nad "Mars of France," who had just defeated the Germans at the River Som and pushed forward 5 kiloters?

He thought he was so noble spoiled brat who sneaked into the military to "experience life"!

anwhile, the situation at the train station rapidly spread, growing increasingly exaggerated:

"Did you hear? Shire had a dispute with the British at the station regarding the transport of the wounded."

"What? Shire fought with the British over the wounded?"

"Are you serious? The British threatened Shire with a gun?"

...

French soldiers quickly took action, whether staff or wounded, and even inford townsfolk rushed in; as long as they could move, everyone organized, including nurses and doctors who joined, grabbing pistols from soldiers, yelling and cursing, they stord the station surrounding all the British.

"You bastards, this is France."

"Stay away from Shire, or I’ll deal with you."

"Get out of here; France doesn’t welco you bastards!"

...

The crowd, ard and ferocious, surged forward, so physically provoking the British soldiers, just waiting for them to make a move to retaliate.

The British soldiers paled with fright, retreating step by step, so couldn’t help but look back at the British Army Captain, hoping he’d act wisely.

Shire tily raised his hand to halt the crowd’s further actions.

He glanced at the British Army Captain, raising his head to shout to the crowd:

"Just now, I reached an agreent with the British."

"Given the greater number of stranded French Army wounded, from now until next month, priority will be for French wounded."

"We both agreed this is reasonable."

Shire then turned his gaze to the British Army Captain, aningfully asked, "Am I right, Captain?"

The British Army Captain’s face twisted unpleasantly, but unwillingly nodded, "Yes, General, I, I completely agree."

The train station erupted in cheers, the wounded soldiers cried with joy, eagerly spreading the news.

Shire had fought for their rights; only Shire would care for them, only Shire could, from the haughty British, wrestle ti, life, and dignity!