Colonel Charles lit a cigar and took a big gulp.

I have to say that the cigars sent by the British taste really good.

Of course, Charles preferred the small box of gold bars from the British to the cigars.

Gold bars are hard currency everywhere, and having such a small box of gold bars is enough for Charles to go to any country in style.

As for the way back, the British promised to leave him a house in London, to give him a British citizen, and to reserve him an official position in the Free French government of Charles de Gaulle.

With this in mind, Charles felt that he no longer needed to continue playing for the current France.

Therefore, he used his authority as a logistics officer to wantonly withhold the materials transported to the front line of the French army according to the requirements of the British, and acted as the internal response of the British army.

Charles saw it very thoroughly, and when the French army in Africa surrendered, he could mix in the surrender team, rightfully defect to the British army, and then get the house and identity that the British promised him.

Of course, there are also things that don't go well. That is, Charles found that the attitude of his subordinates towards him no longer wanted to be so kind.

Many of his colleagues in the logistics office had apparently begun to treat Charles as an outsider.

Even, many people have seen that something is wrong with Charles and suspect that he is a traitor. It's just that everyone has no evidence in their hands, so they can't do anything about Charles for the time being.

But it is an indisputable fact that Charles withheld supplies destined for the front.

"Knock knock!"

While Charles was in a state of flux, one of his subordinates, a lieutenant colonel in his thirties, one of the officers responsible for transporting ammunition to the southern front, knocked on the door and walked into his office.

"Charles, why haven't you distributed the supplies for the South End Line? What the hell do you want to do! ”

Under the lieutenant colonel's knife-like gaze, Charles unconsciously shrank back.

However, he quickly stood up again, and criticized the lieutenant colonel with all his might: "When you see the sir, how can you call him by his name!" ”

"That's not what I'm asking!" The lieutenant colonel was clearly not in the mood to go around the bush with Charles.

The officers and soldiers on the front line are fighting every second, and there are people dying at any time, and the lieutenant colonel is really not in the mood to argue unhurriedly with Charles, a fool.

"Charles, it's too late for you to get the delivery team out right now." The lieutenant colonel tried to persuade bitterly: "While the defense line is still in our hands, this batch of materials is still used, don't keep it." ”

The lieutenant colonel couldn't understand why Charles was reluctant to distribute war materials, these were originally used to consume in the war, and if he kept it in his hands, could it be that he could still give him Charles? !

"No hurry, no hurry."

What Charles wants is for the line of defense to fall, how could he be persuaded by the lieutenant colonel.

"I'll arrange the supplies, you go back and wait for the news." Charles continued to push the shot.

Seeing that Charles was still prevaricating, the lieutenant colonel was in a hurry, and the transportation of materials on the front line had been delayed for 2 days, which had reached the point of affecting the combat effectiveness of the troops. If it drags on like this, I'm afraid that even if the supplies are transported to the defense line, they can only be used by British soldiers.

"Charles! I've had enough of you! The lieutenant colonel couldn't bear it anymore, and finally burst out and pointed at Charles's nose and shouted: "If you don't do anything today, I will personally report your gross negligence to General Belant!" ”

"Bronte?" Charles snorted coldly: "Where is he?" Still fighting against the British star Wavell on the front line, right? ”

Waving his hand, Charles impatiently ordered the lieutenant colonel to be evicted: "Okay, stop talking nonsense." You still feel like you should go and bring in your General Belante and condemn me. ”

Charles expected that the war was urgent, and it was impossible for Belante to spare time to clean up a little colonel like him in the rear. Therefore, when he was talking to the lieutenant colonel, he was full of confidence.

At least here, his official position in Charles is still the largest in the department, and no one can cure him.

As for the future, when the British won, will there be a future for those loyal to the French?

At that time, only he Charles, with the identity of a traitor, could easily run to London, change the court, and announce the departure from Pétain's Vichy France and join de Gaulle's Free France.

The same is to do things for France, and to be able to obtain the high status of a British citizen, Charles does not see anything wrong with him.

"Go away, there's nothing to do with you here." Charles urged the lieutenant colonel to signal the annoying guy to disappear from his sight quickly.

"You ......" The lieutenant colonel looked at Charles, who was not afraid of boiling water, and really felt aggrieved.

It's not that the other party can't listen to his reasoning, but he makes it clear that he doesn't want to listen to it at all.

"You'll regret it!" The lieutenant colonel gritted his teeth.

"Oh, I hope so." Charles blinked his eyes and looked at the lieutenant colonel with a playful expression.

Who will regret it? Charles felt that he had seen much farther than the lieutenant colonel, and the road was paved, so why would he regret it.

It's a pity that Charles's playful expression only stayed for about a few seconds, and his grinning face began to gradually deform.

The face, which had been full of mockery a few seconds ago, quickly distorted, weird, then frightened, and blue.

"Bei...... Governor of Birent...... What are you doing here? Charles said in a trembling voice of disbelief.

"What, I'm not welcome?" Belante, who quietly walked into the office at some time, did not have a trace of temperature on his face, and said coldly: "Didn't you still ask people to find me just now?" ”

"What you just said...... Did you hear that? Charles's face turned pale, and he couldn't be sure how much conversation Bellant had heard, but he knew that he probably had to suffer.

In the blink of an eye, Charles saw that Bronte was walking around him, patting the lieutenant colonel on the shoulder who had come to speak today, smiling and encouraging him.

"You're doing a good job, and we're French soldiers who should want you to do that." Biranger said happily.

"This is what I should do!" The lieutenant colonel apparently did not have a guess to meet Admiral Belon today.

In the eyes of the lieutenant colonel and most French soldiers, Béronte is the most dazzling star in France today and the idol of countless soldiers.

Now, the idol of the lieutenant colonel stood in front of him, praising and encouraging him, and the lieutenant colonel was quite happy.

Charles, who was on the side, observed his words, quickly put on a smiling face, and stretched out his hand to his highest superior, Berante: "Governor Berente, welcome to you...... On behalf of the logistics officers and soldiers here, I would like to ...... you."

Charles's voice came to an abrupt end.

A fist landed on his mouth, knocking out his bloody front teeth.

Belante, not ready to listen to him at all!