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

Charles didn't feel anything was wrong. He just noticed that the number of guards outside the airport had increased two or three times.

But this seemed normal. After people knew that Charles was taking command at the airport, they rushed to the airport like a wave like crazy. The three floors inside and outside were surrounded by water, and even the runway for takeoff planes was crowded with people.

If this continues, let alone eating and sleeping, it will be difficult for the plane to take off to meet the enemy.

Fortunately, soldiers soon arrived to maintain order. They drove people out of the airport and secured the airport tightly.

That night, Charles stayed in the officers' quarters at the airport.

This is because the war situation has not yet been settled, and Charles will continue to direct the operations of the airport... Now the whole city is counting on Charles's "aircraft cannon" to stop the Germans from winning the final victory. Of course, Charles cannot leave his post easily.

What surprised Charles was that the guards also "protected" the plane.

What are they worried about?

Worried about pilots sabotaging your plane?

Everything was fine without them before, is this really necessary now?

But Charles didn't think much about it and went to bed after washing himself.

…

The moon is bright, the stars are few, and the autumn wind is gentle.

A carriage drove slowly towards the airport gate and stopped when passing by the guard. The guard glanced at the document handed over, looked in through the window and let it go.

The guard completely failed to notice that the deep ruts and heavy shaking of the carriage hinted that there was more than one person in the carriage.

The carriage finally stopped in front of the officers' dormitory. A man in military uniform got out of the carriage. He straightened his military cap and walked directly towards Charles' dormitory.

The guards standing guard downstairs only glanced here a few times, and then continued to pace aimlessly. The moment they turned around, several people lightly touched out from the shadow of the carriage...

Charles, who was half asleep, heard a knock on the door. He turned on the light and looked at the clock on the wall sleepily. Who would be visiting at half past eleven?

"Who is it?" Charles asked.

Since the "kidnapping incident" in the small town of Lavaz, Charles has become more defensive about everything, even if he is surrounded by guards.

"It's me, Winter!" General Winter's voice came from the door.

Ciel stepped forward and opened the door in confusion. Winter, dressed in military uniform, stood at the door. Ciel noticed through the light that his face looked a little strange.

"I'm very sorry, Lieutenant, to disturb you at this time!" General Winter took off his military hat and entered the door: "We would like to know how you moved the cannon to the plane. Can you talk to me?"

It turned out that it was because of this that Charles opened his mouth and yawned, muttering in his heart: Can't you come tomorrow? Just one night? One glance at daybreak would tell you it was Congreve...

At this time, General Winter handed Charles a note. He winked and continued: "Please forgive our curiosity, Second Lieutenant! They are very anxious. You know, this weapon is probably in To play a big role on the battlefield, they think they can’t wait even a moment..."

Charles opened the note and looked at it. It read:

"You must leave immediately. General Giese and the congressmen conspired to hand you over to the Germans, because this can completely end this war!"

Charles instantly understood what was going on. He had thought of this contradiction before, but he didn't expect it to intensify so quickly.

"But..." Ciel looked embarrassed.

He thought of the sudden increase in guards at the airport. They must be General Giese's confidants. How could he leave under such circumstances?

General Winter handed Charles another note, and his tone remained unchanged: "I hope you won't be embarrassed by this. If there are issues with industrial property rights, we can fund the purchase, if you are willing..."

Charles quickly took the note and unfolded it. It read: "We have taken care of the guards guarding the plane and woke Eric up. You go down alone and go to the hangar!"

Ciel nodded. Just as he was about to go to get his military uniform from the bedside, he was pulled back by Winter. Winter winked angrily, as if to say, what time has it been and he was still thinking about changing clothes.

Charles had no choice but to pick up a pillow and sneak out with his body lowered.

The reason why I want to hug a pillow is because of my experience on the last flight: in the open cabin, even in military uniform, I was still shivering in the daytime. If Charles were to fly back to Paris in pajamas, he might have been frozen when he got off the plane. Frozen into popsicles!

As soon as Charles went out, a British soldier came to meet him. Charles followed the British soldier, stopping and walking, and occasionally hiding behind the corner to wait for the patrol to pass by.

General Winter was still showing off his acting skills in the dormitory: "I'm very sorry, we cannot accept this price. It is far beyond our budget. I think you can lower it by at least two points..."

Finally arriving at the hangar, two Belgian guards were tied up with cloth strips stuffed in their mouths.

Although Eric was sitting in the cockpit, he was confused and didn't understand what was going on. When he saw Charles coming, he lowered his voice and asked: "Hey, little guy, which country are we from?"

Charles got on the plane and replied: "You don't need to know which country we are from, you just need to know that we are going back to Paris!"

Then Charles added: "Can you get the plane back to Paris safely? I mean at night?"

"Of course!" Eric replied, and then complained: "But, they won't let me bring wine... maybe!"

Charles was speechless. In Eric's eyes, wine seemed to be more important than gasoline!

The plane started, and two British soldiers pushed open the hangar door and saluted the two men, their bright eyes seemed to say, it's an honor to serve you!

The surrounding Belgian guards also heard the roar of the plane's engine, and hurriedly shouted and ran over, and someone blew the whistle.

But it was too late, the plane "rumbled" towards the runway, the speed was getting faster and faster, and soon the guards who were chasing it were left behind.

The moment the plane took off, Charles turned his head, he seemed to hear General Winter shouting: "These guards are rebels, they want to hand Charles over to the Germans! They are shameless traitors!"

The airport was in chaos in an instant, and the airport staff led by Major Fuscher rushed towards the guards with anger, and several gunshots were heard during the period.

Eric flew the plane around the airport for a short circle, looked at the soldiers fighting below, shook his head and sighed: "Ugly politics, isn't it, little guy?"

Then he sighed again: "I will never understand this!"

"You don't have to understand!" Charles said: "Just remember to sell the aircraft factory to me!"

Eric's heart warmed up, kind little guy, I was worried that he would forget about it, but I didn't expect that he would still think about it!