Expedition to Europe

At night, when Qin Zhiyuan was about to rest, Girardine came in angrily with her big bear doll.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Qin Zhiyuan turned around with a smile.

Qin Zhiyuan was drawing a sketch of the Christie suspension system, which was prepared for Pierce.

Girardine first threw the bear on Qin Zhiyuan's bed, then came to Qin Zhiyuan's side, jumped into Qin Zhiyuan's arms, put her arms around Qin Zhiyuan's neck, and leaned on Qin Zhiyuan's chest, still angrily: "Misha and Su Mo, those two women, chattered endlessly, I couldn't sleep, so I came to you."

Wow, such a little guy, actually learned to complain!

Qin Zhiyuan didn't know whether he should express relief or helplessness, but listening to Girardine's shallow and thin breathing, Qin Zhiyuan decided to take in this little guy for one night.

"Be good, go to sleep first, and come over when daddy finishes work." Qin Zhiyuan put Girardine on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then added two more logs to the fireplace.

Qin Zhiyuan didn't need to burn too hot when he was alone, but it was different with Girardine. Children have weak constitutions, so they always have to burn the room a little hotter.

Just as he returned to his desk and picked up a pen, there was another gentle knock on the door.

Qin Zhiyuan went over to open the door, and it was Misha in pajamas.

"Gigi is here?" Misha seemed a little annoyed that she didn't take good care of Girardine.

"She's already asleep." Qin Zhiyuan nodded, without asking Misha to come in and sit down.

"God, Gigi said she wanted to go to the bathroom, and she didn't use the room, so I felt something was wrong. I'm really sorry, Su Mo and I were a little excited tonight." Misha was embarrassed.

"I can understand, okay, you and Su Mo have a good chat today, let Gigi sleep here." Qin Zhiyuan expressed his understanding.

"Okay, thank you for your help." Misha said politely, and her affectionate eyes made Qin Zhiyuan want to turn around and run away: "Also, thank you."

"You're welcome, that's what I should do." Qin Zhiyuan didn't take credit.

Although Misha didn't say why she was thanking him, Qin Zhiyuan could understand accurately.

Well, Misha was wearing a pajamas now, with a very low neckline, and the edge of the white underwear was exposed on her chest. Qin Zhiyuan wanted to remind her that wearing underwear to sleep would affect the size of the child's bowl in the future, but he didn't say it after all. However, thinking of the red cross birthmark that Michelle mentioned, Qin Zhiyuan couldn't help but look there.

Misha smiled silently, and her eyes looking at Qin Zhiyuan were more proud and gentle.

"Uh, it's too late, you should rest early too." Qin Zhiyuan wanted to retreat, and if he didn't retreat, he would make a fool of himself.

"Show you!" Misha seemed to have made up her mind, and the way she bit her lips with her pearly teeth was full of temptation, which made Qin Zhiyuan feel a little dry in the mouth.

Misha gently pulled open her pajamas a little and showed Qin Zhiyuan the birthmark on her chest. It was really red. Different from the general cross, the cross on Misha's chest was closer to a square, with four wide corners and an arc in the middle, which looked very similar to the emblem of the Knights Templar.

The red cross, against the white skin, made the red redder and the white whiter...

No, the white was now rose red, the color that just came out of a Turkish bath after steaming for half an hour.

And the degree of red was gradually deepening.

"Hum, hum, hum..." There was a cough at the end of the corridor, that was Sandy.

Misha was like a frightened deer, covering her pajamas in a panic, and turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Qin Zhiyuan was also embarrassed, feeling like he was caught having a secret meeting with someone's daughter in the middle of the night, and the girl he had just met after more than ten years.

For a moment, Qin Zhiyuan felt inexplicably guilty, fearing that Michelle would come to him with the shotgun that didn't fire.

Fortunately, it was Sandy. Qin Zhiyuan was so thick-skinned that he smiled and nodded to Sandy, then gently closed the door.

Turning around, touching his chest, panting...

When he looked up, he saw Geraldine with a look of contempt.

"Uh, sweetheart, you haven't slept yet?" Qin Zhiyuan leaned over to please her.

"You can't hold it back after just leaving Julie for a few hours?" Geraldine looked disgusted.

"Baby, it's not what you see." Qin Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed. It was not a good experience to be despised by such a little guy.

"Huh, greedy man." Geraldine squeaked into the bed and covered her head with her hand, her voice a little muffled.

Okay, go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up.

Qin Zhiyuan could only comfort himself in this way.

In the early morning, before the sun rose, Qin Zhiyuan had already woken up habitually.

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Girardine was sleeping soundly, even when sleeping, her little face was still wrinkled and twisted together, but her hands were tightly holding Qin Zhiyuan's arms, her back was leaning against Qin Zhiyuan without any gap, and she slept in Qin Zhiyuan's arms.

What an awkward little girl.

Qin Zhiyuan got up gently, put on the clean clothes placed by the bed, and went out in high spirits.

Well, Qin Zhiyuan never thought about how the clean clothes appeared by the bed. Since Misha became Qin Zhiyuan's life secretary, this has become a habit.

Chen Kangjian and his troops have started training, and the training project is still infantry-tank coordination. There are now 25 tanks on Corsica. Except for the six when they first arrived, the rest are all produced by Chinese workers themselves.

"What project is today?" Qin Zhiyuan occasionally cares about training.

"In the morning, the tanks will form a cluster to train for assault, and the infantry will train for individual combat projects in the afternoon." Chen Kangjian has a plan.

"We will ensure that we train strong enemies. Don't feel bad. If they are broken, we will repair them. If they can't be repaired, we will replace them." Qin Zhiyuan was generous.

In order to keep these tanks running smoothly, Qin Zhiyuan set up a repair station in Thunder Bluff. If a tank breaks down, it can be repaired here. Under Qin Zhiyuan's deliberate training, the First Brigade now has more than 100 tankers. Even if the scale of the tanks is doubled, the First Brigade can immediately form combat effectiveness.

This scale is the strongest in the entire French army, including the British.

Qin Zhiyuan has accurate intelligence that the British are also expanding their tank forces, but their tanks are still stupid, big, rough and black, which is far inferior to the FT-17. The British are researching new tanks, but they are still on paper and are far from being tested. The French have come from behind and are now the country with the most tanks in the world.

"We need to form combat effectiveness as soon as possible. I have a feeling that we may have to go to the battlefield soon. We should try to train a regiment of tankers during this period, so that as long as we have people, we can immediately expand the scale of tanks." Qin Zhiyuan is ambitious.

"Don't worry, I have been taking turns here, and I will take one more as long as I can." Chen Kangjian was proud.

Just as the two were talking, sporadic gunshots suddenly sounded in the mountains in the distance.

"It's those damn extremists again..." Chen Kangjian raised the telescope and observed for a long time, then jumped onto the tank: "See, on the mountainside at 60 degrees in front, aim, aim!"

Following Chen Kangjian's order, the tank slowly turned the turret and aimed at the position where the extremists appeared.

Well, this is really a cannon hitting a mosquito.