Paris on January 15th seemed very chaotic and no longer in its former glory.

Shops were closed, a large number of citizens took refuge in the countryside, and all kinds of social scumbags were arrogantly committing crimes on the streets. The police, armed with rifles, would hit any suspicious person with the butt of their rifles.

Everything expresses the panic of this ancient city.

In the French General Staff, Joffre was sorting out the cards he could use.

"Punk must guard Lance until the main force is completely withdrawn! This is not a request, it is an order!"

"Where is the Second Army? Is it still in Femu? Before today is over, I want to hear that it has arrived in Compiègne! Do you understand?"

Xiafei looked at the power he could use in his hands, and then at the strength of the German army. He felt a little panicked in his heart, but he never showed it.

What he showed to everyone was his cold and confident side.

"Marshal, the Eighth Army retreated last night with about 30,000 remaining troops. They caused at least 100,000 casualties to the Germans." A staff officer tremblingly handed over a telegram.

"The young men of the Eighth Army are all good. They have not lost the glory of France. I will apply for them the honor they deserve." Xiafei took two breaths to hold back his trembling voice.

After receiving the telegram, Xiafei took off his monocle, put the telegram in front of his eyes, read it carefully for a minute, and then put the telegram into the drawer.

"Let the Eighth Army withdraw to Crey and conduct supplementary training on the spot. The Second Army will take their place." Xiafei's voice was cold.

The 180,000-strong Second Army lost more than 20,000 in the offensive against Alsace and Lorraine. It had just retreated and was about to face a more brutal battlefield.

"Marshal, the Nanhua Empire sent us 500 heavy machine guns by airship. They are in the suburbs. The government asked us to pick them up. They sent three armed airships," the staff officer added.

"Armed airships? Three? Where are our airship troops?" Xiafei reacted and asked.

Five hundred heavy machine guns was a large number, but Xiafei didn't care too much. Instead, he paid more attention to the airship, as did the staff.

"During this period, the airship has been performing transportation missions, delivering necessary supplies to the soldiers," the staff officer said.

At the beginning of the attack, airships were also used for bombing and achieved certain results, but they were not satisfactory and two were destroyed.

Soon, the French army changed its attack to retreat. The retreating French army could not get enough supplies. It was winter again, and another function of the airship was quickly developed-transportation.

In the past half month, the French airship troops have not had a break and have been transporting various supplies.

"If the airships are concentrated and bombed against the Germans, can they delay their attack?"

"No, the effect of high-altitude bombing is not good, and the Germans already have artillery that shoots into the air. Blindly sending out airships will only damage morale."

Xiafei asked and answered himself.

The staff officer heard this and stopped talking.

"However, let the president talk to Nanhua. We need these three airships, at least they can be used on land." Xiafei thought for a while, and more was better.

As long as airships appear in the sky, they will definitely attract attention. If the Germans want to advance safely, they must be shot down.

It may only last a few hours, but when necessary, a few hours are also very precious.

It's just that airships are too expensive, operators are a rare technical force, and their transportation capabilities are relatively strong. If it's not necessary, Xiafei is still unwilling to do it.

One airship transport can ensure that a regiment's supplies reach the front line quickly and smoothly, which is what Xiafei, who is undergoing a large-scale troop mobilization, needs.

The staff officer nodded and went to make a phone call. He came back about ten minutes later.

"Aren't you going to sell it? Forget it, that's understandable." Xiafei shook his head and continued to decorate.

"No, the president said they sent it to us directly after hearing the news and wanted to see you." The staff officer said carefully.

"See me? What for?" Xiafei frowned. He was too busy to sleep now, so he didn't meet everyone.

"They said that at this special moment, they would provide some necessary help as an ally." The staff officer quickly explained that it was they who proposed the ally status, otherwise he would not say it.

Ordinary Nanhua officers and staff refused without thinking, but when the country was on the verge of collapse, he came as an ally, so he didn't have the guts to refuse.

"Then let's meet." Xiafei thought for a while and looked at the clock.

"I have fifteen minutes for lunch," Xiafei said.

"yes…"

…

At twelve o'clock at noon, Xiafei saw the person who wanted to see him. To his surprise, he was just a young major, not a senior officer.

"Dear Marshal, Liang Wen, Major Staff Officer of the Army Staff of the South China Empire, would like to say hello to you." Liang Wen gave a straight salute.

"Hello Major, let's sit down and eat together. The servant has prepared two portions. This is a soldier's meal. Only soldiers can enjoy it." Xiafei returned the greeting perfunctorily, then picked up the bread, mixed it with meat sauce and started eating.

Lunch was very simple, a piece of meat sauce, a piece of beef, a few slices of bread, a pile of vegetables, and a glass of wine.

What was in front of Liang Wen was the same as what was in front of Xiafei.

"Marshal, this is the document that our country ordered me to hand over to you. At the same time, I also brought a message from His Majesty the Emperor of our country: May the friendship between South and France last forever." Liang Wen did not sit down, but took out his briefcase.

A large stack of documents.

Xiafei took the document confused and did not open it in a hurry, but looked at Liang Wen.

"Why not submit it directly to the government but to me? I am just a soldier and not involved in politics." Xiafei asked.

"The original words of our Commander-in-Chief of the Arab Region were that it would be too time-consuming to go through the government." Liang Wen did not continue, but his expression made Xiafei guess what he was going to say next.

"Yes, France doesn't have so much time to waste. Those politicians are more understanding than foreigners." Xiafei smiled and opened the document.

This stack of documents contains about seventy pages, with a pure white cover. When you open the first page, it says "Machine Guns and Defense Operations" in a row of French characters.

This aroused some interest in Xiafei, but it was just interest. He thought it was some kind of theory. There are so many weird theories born in the world every day, and most of them are false.

For example, you cannot drink water that has been boiled repeatedly...

But when I turned to the second page, there was no long article, but three rows of text, a few data, and a photo.

Of course, the text was translated into French in advance, so there was no way Xiafei could touch the man.

"Two machine guns arrange cross fire, which can cause more than 60% hits to the attacker. If there are more machine guns and the barrage is denser, then..."

Xiafei frowned and looked at Liang Wen.

"Marshal, please rest assured that all the contents have been verified by us in Arabia, Thailand, and China." Liang Wen understood what Xiafei was thinking at a glance.

Xiafei continued to read with hesitation, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

Every data is so incredible, and every tactical introduction is extremely detailed, even so detailed that it takes a few seconds for the machine gunner to pull the trigger.

Xiafei was a little reluctant to believe it, because this document seemed ridiculous for the French group attack.

But the photos attached to the paper show that this may be true.

Xiafei couldn't find the reason why Nanhua deceived him. Why? Because he defected to Germany?

In terms of interests, it is feasible for Nanhua to defect to Germany and seize French Indo-China. But at this time, it is already too late for Nanhua to end.

Looking at the overall situation, the Germans were already about to win, and Xiafei himself was not very sure that he could stop the Germans.

And even if France fails, France will only suffer damage to its army, not its navy. South China will end up in French Indochina. The French navy will not agree, nor will the British navy, and even the Americans will not agree.

It was undoubtedly very foolish to do this when South China was at war with Japan.

Moreover, although the things mentioned in this document are important and precise, they are very easy to verify and the verification cost is not high.

Therefore, Xiafei couldn't figure out what Nanhua was going to do when he handed over this document.

"Marshal, the Sixth Army has passed Reims, asking for the next move." The staff officer walked in and whispered in Xiafei's ear.

Xiafei has been watching for an hour, far longer than the originally planned fifteen minutes, and Liang Wen has already eaten everything in front of him.

It's not that it's very delicious. It's just that the airline food is even worse. It's mainly canned food with compressed biscuits. There's no fire on the airship, but at least these are hot.

"Major, I have another question, why did you bring this document?" Xiafei suddenly realized, closed the document and asked.

It is not so much a document as it is a textbook or a code of conduct. Judging from its completeness, Nanhua has had it for a long time, but no news has come out, which proves that it is confidential.

"Our country is at war with Japan. I heard that it suffered a defeat recently and cannot fight with the Germans for the time being... I hope you understand." Liang Wen had an ugly smile on his face.

It was only after he got off the airship that he learned from the military attache that two days ago, Nanhua and Japan had another fight and sank a destroyer, but Japan did not sink the ship.

In the end, the fleet had to hide back in Ryukyu Port and rely on forts to resist the Japanese.

"I can totally understand, Major. Judging from your performance, have you ever been a Boy Scout?" Xiafei waved his hand and asked.

"Yes, I have joined the Boy Scouts since elementary school and have obtained the rank of Warrant Officer of the Boy Scouts." Liang Wen nodded, not quite understanding why Xiafei asked this.

"Warrant Officer? I know, the highest honor of the Boy Scouts of the South China Empire. You are an excellent soldier. I am very happy to meet you...Major Liang!"

Xiafei thought about Liang Wen's name, packed up the documents with satisfaction, and shook hands with him.

"Then, if you have no other questions, I won't disturb you." Liang Wen stood up and shook hands with him.

"There will be a banquet in the evening. I was given an invitation. I don't have time. Bring your soldiers to attend. The food on it is delicious."

"By the way, Henry, today you are following Major General. Liang, you probably don't have a translator, so let him follow you."

“Have a great party!”

After Xiafei spoke to the translator, he left. Liang Wen heard what Xiafei was shouting from a distance, but he didn't understand.

If he asked the translator, the translator would tell him that Xiafei was sending people to find the Ninth Army.
Chapter completed!