After an afternoon shower had taken some of the heat off the street, the blazing sun shone again through the shade of the street trees on the damp sidewalk, and a black Renault sedan was parked in the street, and two policemen in crisp black uniforms stood beside the car, armed with gun holsters and long riding boots.

De Gaulle looked around through the crack in the blinds, then closed the leaves, picked up a page from the desk by the window, and turned and walked to the living room.

"Petain's lackeys have been keeping an eye on me, and I can only ask you to come over in person, because this matter is very urgent, and you can take a look at this document first." De Gaulle walked to the sofa in the living room, placed the papers in his hand on the coffee table, and sat down.

"Petain's blatant surveillance of you only proves that you are a great threat in his mind, and that his influence in the French Army terrifies him, and that he can only hide his cowardice and incompetence in this way." British diplomatic envoy Spears comforted de Gaulle, he bent down to pick up the papers from the coffee table, took out a pair of glasses from the slip pocket of his suit vest, put them on the bridge of his nose, and began to read them carefully.

"This is a document that I have made from my insiders in the Pétain government, and he has taken great risks in order to obtain it. I think you should know this right away, Petain deceived us all, he had made a secret agreement with the Germans a few weeks ago, and now everything we see is a fake! Petain had betrayed France, and he was ready to betray our allies to the enemy. ”。 De Gaulle cocked his legs, put one hand on his knees, and tapped the other on the armrest of the sofa, and said loudly with a serious face.

"So I think London should know the news immediately, and at the same time be prepared right away, because if the documents are true, then Britain will be in an unprecedented crisis. And France will be completely reduced to the playthings and lackeys of the Germans. De Gaulle lowered his legs, leaned over, pointed his fingers at the coffee table, and fixed his eyes on Spears.

"The situation is very serious, if this document is true." Spears looked at the file and frowned. Indeed, according to this document, the situation is not just serious, it is simply terrible, of course, for the United Kingdom.

After the withdrawal from Paris, the French government was accompanied by a bunch of fragmented institutions and groups. They fled to the south in a swarm, carrying a large number of local administrative officials, police, troops, money, food and materials along the way. Under the stormy attack of the German army, the French army was defeated one after another, losing its armor and crushing.

Although Weygand repeatedly ordered the southern defenders to quickly establish a line of defense along with the retreating troops, the French were now out of control. Some of the southern garrisons were frightened by the various bizarre rumors brought by the soldiers and officers who had retreated from the front, and as soon as the German vanguard appeared from a section of the horizon, the French ** team on this side had already begun to abandon their positions and flee backwards, and the soldiers fled to the next line of defense with the officers. began to spread more exaggerated rumors among the defenders......

Many more French troops chose to lay down their arms in the utter hopelessness of the war situation, many of them had already planned to do so, and even French troops impatiently called the villages when the Germans occupied the villages and towns near their defensive areas. The strange appearance of long-range surrender to the Germans.

Because in the eyes of some middle-ranking officers of the French army, there was no longer the slightest possibility of victory in this war, defeat was inevitable, and it was only a matter of time before France surrendered. Asking soldiers to sacrifice at such times is inhumane and meaningless, and surrender is a relief for those who have suffered so much from the stress and suffering of war.

Just as the French watched with horror as the Germans drove straight into a no-man's land, the Germans suddenly stopped attacking. Staying where they were, they confronted France. It is not clear what the Germans are up to, but the panicked Bordeaux government can finally sit down and catch their breath, and the French politicians will finally have time to fight.

It was in this situation that Petain united all the bureaucrats and parliamentarians who embraced defeatism and appeasement, impeached Reynaud, who was still bent on fighting the war to the end, and won the leadership of France in one fell swoop.

Reynolds's faction was clamoring from beginning to end that the French nation would fight to the death with the Germans to the last soldier, even if they were exiled to overseas colonies, and this argument was still very marketable before the Germans broke through the Canal Zone, but when the Germans attacked in full and the left flank troops rushed all the way down the coastline, this clamor was instantly quieted, and then the French capitulationists began to gain the upper hand in the parliament.

After Petain took the absolute lead, Renault's death party was mercilessly purged, and de Gaulle, who had been separated from the two factions but held similar arguments to Renault, was also included in the list of strikes. The remnants of his troops were divided, his men were transferred, and in addition to retaining his rank and uniform, the major general became a bare-bones commander, and he had no place to go to work, but to hide in his suite at the Garden Hotel in Bordeaux to sort out his battlefield diary and combat records, at least on the surface.

De Gaulle had been in secret contact with London, England, especially Churchill's diplomatic envoy Spears, and the two developed a strong personal friendship due to their philosophical and professional similarities. Every time Spears arrived in Bordeaux, he would take the time to visit de Gaulle, bringing him the latest news from London, as well as information on the German war situation on the French front obtained by British intelligence, and occasionally bringing personal gifts such as food and some cash. De Gaulle would also prepare confidential information about Petain's government, especially information that the British would never know, or some internal documents of the French navy and air force, and the intelligence of the French army was his business, and he had already convinced himself that helping Britain was saving France.

As a representative of the French Young Zhuang faction, de Gaulle still had some hidden connections in the army and government, and because of the unfair treatment he received, many government officials who did not have a cold to him before would also help and facilitate him in some aspects out of sympathy.

So this time, a subordinate who worked as a guard in the government document storage room stole a document that surprised de Gaulle, although it was a fragment that was about to be destroyed due to a typographical error, it was only one page of dozens of pages, but what this page revealed was enough to shock people, and it happened that Spears arrived in Bordeaux with Churchill's handwritten letter, and De Gaulle immediately sent a request to Spears to meet.

"If the documents are true, it is enough to prove that Petain did indeed cooperate with Germany. The Germans sent ordnance and supplies to the three French divisions in the Alpine defense zone, and also released 20,000 captured army soldiers and officers, and even returned weapons and equipment. This is very important news, Petain has apparently made some deal with Germany, the English government has been deceived by Petain, this cunning old dog, London must respond to this at once, and I will return to London at once with a document. Spears took the leather file bag beside him, carefully inserted the page into the mezzanine, and fastened the chain.

"I decided to go to London with you. You can be a witness. My career in France is over, and if Petain declares the end of the war to the outside world, France will fall prey to Germany, and I will never allow this to happen, and I will go to England to continue the fight, and I will appeal to all the French, who are as unwilling as I am, to fight for the freedom of France on the side of the English allies. De Gaulle stood up with his hands behind his back. Look at Spears firmly.

The British envoy looked up at the stubborn French general in front of him, thought about it for a moment, and then nodded vigorously. "My flamingo storks were on standby at the airport and I was going to be back to London in the afternoon. I have already said goodbye to Petain, and we can go at once now, but these policemen who are watching you ......"

"If they cross-examine you, I'll say I'll see you off at the airport. When the plane took off, I boarded the plane and no one would have thought about it. De Gaulle went to the door and took out his military uniform and hat from the closet. Then he picked up a briefcase that had been prepared in the corner of the closet.

"Very good, let's go immediately, there are still some questions I want to ask you, we will talk on the way." Spears put on his coat, picked up his bag, and walked out of the suite with de Gaulle.

Twenty minutes later, in front of the Bordeaux airport guards and two security policemen, de Gaulle climbed onto the British Flamingos transport plane that was beginning to taxi.

"From here, we take off on Biscay, around Cape Brest, fly straight to Plymouth, and we'll be in London in the evening." Spears patted De Gaulle's shoulder, who was still panting.

"We're going to fly low and avoid German patrol planes, you can take a good look at the scenery along the French coast, and the next time you want to see these views again, I don't know how long it will take." De Gaulle nodded, then turned his face to the cabin window, looking at the green French land outside the window with a complicated expression.

Bjunule is an ordinary French seaside village populated half by fishermen and half by employees of a nearby vineyard. The village is close to the Atlantic Ocean, down a gentle slope, the shore forms a small bay at the edge of the village, the village dock is built in the corner of the bay, the village fishing boats are quietly moored in the berths in the green bay, the afternoon sun reflects on the water, the water waves reflect dappled light and shadow on the hull.

It was a time of war, and it was said that German submarines and planes had been seen in the vicinity, and there were also terrible mine legends, so the fishing boats did not dare to go far, and only circled the surrounding coastal area once or twice every morning, regardless of whether there was a harvest or not, and returned to port at noon.

Let. Pierre sat on a rock at the top of a cliff by the bay, watching his goats graze with a depressed expression.

"Damn the Germans, damn the plane!" Let. Pierre picked up a large sheepskin jug beside him and poured another sip of sweet and sour home-brewed wine into his mouth, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve before tightening the cork.

It's been quite a while since the last arrest, but let. As soon as Pierre thought of it, he felt his blood pressure rise and his beard fluttered. For this honest French peasant, this was simply the most terrible encounter in his life, and the humiliation he suffered that time was something he could never forget. Of course, retaliation was never thought of, and it was the Germans armed to the teeth.

At that time, the German panzer unit arrested him and handed him over to the gendarmerie of the occupying forces in the city, where he was interrogated by a German gendarmerie major. Pierre confessed honestly at that time.

"In front of a squad of German tanks, a shotgun was fired at a German plane at an altitude of 1,000 meters?!! Just because the sound of the plane is noisy for you to take a nap?!! ”

The German gendarmerie major pointed at Jean. Pierre's nose laughed maniacally for five minutes, and then ordered the gendarmes to kick out the scared peeing idiot, who was still worried about the overcrowding of the prison, how could he accept another French farmer who was obviously intellectually handicapped.

The results let. Pierre was thrown straight into the street by the Germans with an extra shoe print on his buttocks, and by the way, he lost an old shotgun.

Taken as a joke by the Germans, let. Pierre, a former private in the French Army, the warrior Pierre was actually treated as an idiot! When he walked down the street in the city in his soaked pants and crotch, Pierre couldn't help but be angry when he thought of the strange eyes of the people around him. Damn the Germans, damn the planes!

The original farm couldn't stay, at least until the neighbors forgot about it. Pierre went to his wife's maiden house, and as a result, the Germans followed his ass, and Le Havre couldn't stay either. Pierre now remembers that bad thing when he sees the German ** outfit. So he dragged his family again and began the Long March, and finally settled at his distant cousin's house in Bujunor.

Pierre's farm yielded well, so he still had some savings, so he rented a house first, and then moved in with his family, usually helping his cousin manage the farm in the morning, and in the afternoon driving a dozen of his family's goats to the mountains to graze, finally after a few days of peace and tranquility.

Let. Pierre took the double-barreled shotgun that was leaning against the side and pulled two rounds out of his pocket. This shotgun belongs to my cousin, and it has been a thing for many years, and it is not good to go up the mountain alone without a guy in these days, and there are often refugees coming down from the north in the neighborhood to pass by, and goats can now be very valuable livestock. Pierre loaded the bullets, and with the gun in his back to shoot around, the weapon in hand, he felt full of power.

At this time, a dull and familiar voice came from a distance, making . Pierre had heard this sound countless times in his sleep. Plane! It's a damn plane! Let. Pierre's humiliating memories once again came back to him, and his eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Immediately, a small twin-engine transport plane appeared from the top of the tree behind the cliff and flew straight above Pierre's head, flying so low that Pierre felt as if he could reach its wings as soon as he reached out.

The French farmer was angry and angry, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly picked up his shotgun and blasted at the plane, firing a double salvo. In an instant, the transport plane flew over Pierre's head towards the Atlantic.

Pierre turned around and spat angrily at the transport plane that was flying away, when a faint pop came from the distant plane, and then a puff of smoke rose from the wings and engines of one side as the French farmer watched. The small transport plane struggled and shook for a moment, then suddenly tilted its head and plunged diagonally towards the sea.

Looking at the smoke that had not yet dissipated on the surface of the sea and the huge ripples, let. Pierre came to his senses, he spun around to make sure that there was no one around, spat on the ground again, put on his shotgun and water bottle, and hurried the sheep down the cliff. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)