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

After breakfast, Albert I took Charles for a leisurely walk on the path of the manor.

The manor was very simple, including the villa where they had meals, which was only slightly larger than an ordinary house, which made Albert I look more like a farmer than a king.

Of course, this was just his manor in Antwerp.

"I'm very sorry!" Albert I said, "I couldn't provide you with a hearty breakfast!"

"No, that's great!" Charles replied.

He was telling the truth. The steak was still edible, but what else could a so-called hearty breakfast be? Pizza? Turkey? Caviar?

Albert I nodded, and his tone gradually became heavy: "Please believe that it was for your entertainment!"

Charles didn't understand what this meant at first, but when he followed Albert I around a wall, he saw a scene that made him understand that Albert I used his manor to settle the people.

What caught Charles' eyes was a large grassland, which should be the pasture of the manor. At this time, various tents were set up in a scattered manner. People were busy coming and going between the tents, and some guards were passing through to distribute food.

"They are my people!" Albert I cast his eyes on the crowd and said thoughtfully: "They could have gone into exile abroad, or even to the safer UK, but they chose to stay and follow me. Taking care of them is what I should do!"

At this time, someone shouted over here: "Your Majesty, is he Charles?"

Albert I nodded, straightened his chest and answered loudly: "Yes, he is Charles who invented the tank to defeat the Germans. France sent him to reinforce us. He is here to help us!"

This immediately caused a lot of waves in the crowd. They stood up one by one, and the people who were originally in the tent also got out and hugged each other and surrounded them.

Albert I turned his gaze to Charles with a smile on his face: "You are their hope, lieutenant! They trust you!"

Charles was a little confused: this is Belgium, he had never been to this country before, and had never even seen Belgians. These completely strangers, why would they trust him and regard him as hope?

Albert reminded Charles: "Don't you say something to them?"

Charles was stunned. He looked at the expectant eyes in front of him and didn't know what to say. He was worried about disappointing them, so he blurted out: "I will try my best, but my ability is limited. If, I mean..."

"Of course your ability is limited, Charles!" Albert I replied: "But you are not the only one working hard, we will all support you! We will unite together!"

Albert I said to the people, his voice was loud and powerful: "Answer me, will you fight with Charles?"

People responded one after another:

"Yes, we will!"

"Thank you for leading us!"

"We will fight with you for Belgium!"

...

Gradually, more and more people responded, and soon they shouted together.

Charles was confused. He originally wanted to say "If I can't do it, I'm sorry", but Albert I successfully led people in another direction.

Charles looked at Albert I in confusion, and the latter raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded slightly at Charles.

Albert I knew what Charles wanted to say just now, and he should have let Charles continue.

But Albert I understood that "depressing words" should not be said in front of the psychologically fragile masses, it should inspire people's confidence or boost morale.

Nevertheless, this did not prevent Albert from liking Charles's character.

Charles did not brag and was not vain. He truly expressed himself and expressed his inner thoughts, which was particularly valuable in the eyes of Albert I who had heard too many bold words.

Those who brag often cannot do it, and their words are not in line with their hearts.

Charles can do it, but he always remains humble and cautious. This is the real and admirable "chivalry"!

At this time, a guard whispered something in Albert I's ear.

Albert I nodded, turned his head and asked: "Want to witness your victory together?"

"What?" Charles did not understand what this meant.

Albert I didn't say much. He waved to the crowd and then took Charles to the other side of the pasture.

In front of Charles was a huge balloon, which was suspended in the air and swayed gently with the breeze. Below it was a large bamboo basket that could accommodate five or six people at the same time.

Charles' eyes widened and his steps slowed down. Did the king want to fly into the air on a balloon?

Albert I turned around and looked at Charles in confusion.

Charles gritted his teeth: The things used by the king should be safe, and he flew through the German blockade by plane, so what's the big deal about taking a balloon?

However, the fact is that the balloon is more terrifying, especially in the ascending stage, it sways in the wind like a drunk.

Charles was so scared that he was breathing rapidly and his face turned pale. Shouldn't this thing have a safety belt? Or a parachute would be fine!

Albert I, however, was like a normal person. He held the rope with one hand and the telescope with the other hand to observe the distance. Fortunately, he did not notice that Charles was frightened out of his wits.

The balloon rose higher and higher. When it reached a high altitude, the air flow seemed to be more stable. Charles's heart was finally relieved.

Suddenly, Albert I pointed to the front with surprise: "There, they are coming!"

Charles took out a telescope from the leather box and followed the direction of Albert I's gaze. He finally understood what he meant by "witness your victory".

In the distance, two giant cannons were slowly approaching under the drag of horses. Even though they were more than ten kilometers away, their towering barrels were still clearly visible. They were the German "Big Bertha" heavy cannons!

Albert I took out a signal flag from a side pocket and waved it back and forth to the people who were looking forward to it below.

There was a cheer from below, people clapped their hands to celebrate, and some people hugged each other excitedly.