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

In the small town of Lavaz, Camille always had trouble sleeping and eating during this period.

Although there was good news everywhere about the victory of the Shire, she also saw the relevant news in the newspaper. She even sighed like her neighbors: "How did he come up with the idea of ​​using the Somme to go around the rear of the Germans?"

Camille wasn't interested, always had been.

But as long as it was related to Charles, she wanted to know, as if there was a kind of magic pulling her to understand. It seemed that only in this way could she feel more at ease.

However, the truth was just the opposite. The more she knew, the more anxious she became.

"God, that's the Somme." Camille complained to Djoka:

"How could they let Charles go to a place like that? Charles has been in Belgium all this time and he just finished fighting a war!"

"I heard that the British lost 100,000 lives that day, and the French also suffered 40,000 casualties a day."

"It's too dangerous there. They can't just expect Ciel to solve everything. He's only 18 years old!"

Djoka looked at Camille in bewilderment: "But we all know that Charles defeated the Germans there. He has already won, Camille."

"That's now." Camille retorted: "The Battle of the Somme is not over yet, is it? So the danger is still there!"

Djoka was speechless, but what Camille said seemed to make sense.

But then I thought about it, as long as Charles is in the army and as long as the war continues, the danger will always exist, regardless of whether Charles is on the Somme.

But Djoka didn't say anything.

He understood that a mother who cared about her children would not let go of her anxiety at any time unless Charles stood in front of her.

…

At around four o'clock in the morning, a blurry car light suddenly flashed across the dark town, and a few dog barks were faintly heard amidst the sound of rain.

Camille woke up suddenly. She sat up from the bed and listened carefully to the movement outside the window.

"What happened?" Djoka turned over after being woken up and asked in a daze.

"Someone is coming." Camille replied: "It's the sound of a car!"

"Please, Camille." Djoka couldn't help complaining: "You are too nervous and a little nervous."

But the next second, the noise of the car engine sounded downstairs.

Camille quickly stood up and stood by the window and opened a corner of the curtain.

Djoka covered his head helplessly: "Do you have to get up and take a look at every car passing by? That can't be Charles, Camille, he is still in the Somme, and is now the commander of the 6th Army. He commands It’s impossible for tens of thousands of people to leave their troops and come back at any time!”

But Camille screamed: "Laurent's car is Charles, Djoka's car is Charles!"

As she spoke, she rushed downstairs excitedly, and soon returned like crazy, grabbed an umbrella, and ran away. A rapid "boom" sound came from the wooden corridor.

Djoka couldn't believe it. Could this be a tacit understanding? Can Camille sense Ciel?

He dubiously stood up and walked to the window, just in time to see Camille in pajamas downstairs holding an umbrella and welcoming Charles out of the car.

Let her guess right, Djoka shrugged, he could only be convinced.

…

Charles didn't even take a shower after he came back. He only briefly chatted with Djoka and Camille, entered the house and fell on the bed to sleep.

He had slept on the train for several hours, but for some reason sleeping on the train always made people feel tired even though they were asleep.

But it was still better than sleeping in the trenches.

It wasn't until around five o'clock in the afternoon the next day that Charles woke up in a daze.

He looked around his room and found that this familiar yet unfamiliar environment was very clean. Only he was dirty and looked out of place. His trousers and cuffs were still stained with mud, and they had become stiff from being dried.

Ciel took some time to take a shower and change into clean clothes, but found that his feet were weak from hunger.

All in all, I haven't eaten or drank for more than 20 hours. I also have a headache and a stuffy nose, as if I'm about to catch a cold.

Ciel frowned. Perhaps he was too physically exhausted on the battlefield. Once he returned to a comfortable environment to relax, he became extremely fragile.

When he went downstairs, Charles was surprised to see both Djoka and Camille. They were sitting in front of the sofa and discussing something softly.

Seeing Ciel come down, Camille stood up and stepped forward to give him a hug, and lovingly touched Ciel's hair that was not yet dry: "You are hungry, dinner is ready!"

"I heard that you have a week's holiday?" Djoka stood up and sat at the dining table.

"Yes." Charles sat down and said, "But it's been a day now."

"Many people are curious about your battle on the Somme." Djorka smiled with pride: "They never expected that you would use the navy's landing craft and amphibious landing craft on the Somme."

Camille served the steaming apple pizza, took the knife and cut it carefully: "The focus is on the Somme. Originally, everyone was thinking about how our Charles would use to break through the Germans' impenetrable defenses. But he took advantage of the river."

He said and handed the cut piece of pizza to Ciel.

When Charles took the pizza, he gave Camille an unexpected look. This was not something she could say.

Djoka understood Ciel's expression and said with a smile: "Don't doubt it, Camille has been reading newspapers and has learned a lot of military knowledge now."

"How did you think of it?" Camille asked, her eyes shining. She found that the person she admired the most was her son.

Charles chewed his food and answered vaguely: "It's actually very simple. If you can't think of a suitable way, there may be only one result..."

Charles suddenly realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, so he quickly stopped talking and quickly glanced at Camille.

He paused and covered himself up again: "I mean, that may cause a lot of casualties. In order to avoid this, I can only do my best."

Camille sat back in her chair and nodded gently to show her understanding. She pretended not to understand the original meaning and tried to keep smiling, but her smile was a bit heavy.

Deyoka changed the subject and asked Charles: "When you came back last time, we seemed to have an agreement."

"Did you?" Charles pretended to be confused.

He actually always remembered what Camille said: "You must bring her with you next time. I know her name is Lucia."

Camille raised his eyebrows, took a piece of pizza and ate it leisurely, pretending to be indifferent: "I know she works at the Officers' Club. Tell me, if we let Major Laurent pick her up, will she be willing?"

"No, Mom..." Charles was a little anxious.

Deyoka replied: "Major Laurent said that if it doesn't work, Lieutenant Colonel Fernand can come forward. Lieutenant Colonel Fernand is familiar with her."

Laurent is a bastard, Charles cursed inwardly, knowing that this guy is unreliable!

"Choose one." Camille stared at Charles: "You tell her or..."

"I tell her." Charles answered desperately, what else can he do?