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Aside from Clemenceau, the last relatively unknown soldier in the small hall was Louis Herbert Leoté.

Qin Zhiyuan and Louis Herbert Leotey have met once, but they are not familiar, compared to Foch and Old Renault, Louis Herbert Leotey is indeed a stranger.

Louis Herbert Leoté is now the French Minister of War.

Louis Herbert Leotey is known as the brightest soldier in the French colonies, and until World War I, Leotey was the governor of Morocco and commander-in-chief of the garrison. After the outbreak of World War I, two-thirds of Leotey's troops were repatriated to France, but he was able to control the situation and expand slowly, demonstrating unparalleled control and coordination, so he was transferred back to France before Christmas as French Minister of War.

It is foreseeable that, like Foch, Louis Herbert Leotey has already booked a marshal in the future.

"Hah, there's a new friend joining, shouldn't we have a drink for this?" Perhaps because he was also a colonial soldier, Leotai showed kindness to Qin Zhiyuan.

As Minister of the Army, Leoté should also show kindness to all French soldiers.

"Hello, Mr. Minister." Qin Zhiyuan greeted with a smile.

When he was not attacked or treated unfairly, Qin Zhiyuan has always been a very gentle person. Compared with Westerners, Qin Zhiyuan is a little more elegant, and compared with Easterners, Qin Zhiyuan is a little more tough.

This makes Qin Zhiyuan also full of personal charm, but no one admits Qin Zhiyuan to his face for this, and Qin Zhiyuan doesn't know what others say about him.

"Sit down, Qin. Please sit away from me, I can smell your blood now, oh...... You're such a murderous guy. Leotei joked, although the words were harsh, but they did not arouse Qin Zhiyuan's disgust.

Perhaps this is the charisma of Leotah, who has a trait that allows him to get closer to strangers in just a few words, making him feel as relaxed as he is facing an old friend.

"Don't laugh at me, you were still the Governor and Commander-in-Chief before Christmas, and you are not much better than me!" Qin Zhiyuan relaxed his mind. Neither soft nor hard to push back.

As a colonial officer, Leotey must have had a lot of blood on his hands, there is no doubt about that. But this is a hypocritical society, which everyone knows and deliberately avoids, since Leotai has no taboos about this, then Qin Zhiyuan does not need to avoid it.

"You're such a bold fellow." Leotai admired Qin Zhiyuan very much.

I'm afraid that no one had ever said this bluntly in front of Leotey before this, after all, as the French Minister of War, Leotey had his own majesty. And before that. When Leotai was the governor of the colony, no one dared to be presumptuous to him, and the governor of the colony was equivalent to the existence of the "emperor of the soil".

Foch and Old Renault both smiled and watched Qin Zhiyuan and Leotai communicate, and the two of them had no intention of speaking. From Foch's eyes, Qin Zhiyuan found a trace of worry and deep sadness. Qin Zhiyuan smiled affirmatively, and the worry in Foch's eyes finally reduced a little.

"Alright, that's the end of the greetings. Let's get down to business, gentlemen. Clemenceau finally spoke.

When Clemenceau spoke, both Leoté and Foch, who were sitting on the single sofa, made a subconscious waist movement. This made Qin Zhiyuan also subconsciously correct his posture, facing Clemenceau head-on, waiting for Clemenceau's next step.

There were only three single sofas in total, Qin Zhiyuan, Foch, and Leotera sat on one by one, and Old Renault leaned on the bar next to the bar rack from the time he entered the room, and then he also lowered his elbow on the bar.

"Qin, please forgive me for calling you over in such a hurry, the stakes are very high, please understand. Before you get to the bottom of everything, I have a question for you, what do you think of Mr. Niveller's plan of attack? "Clemenceau speaks very quickly, his French is a bit accented, and if he doesn't pay attention, he can't even hear clearly.

It is also understandable that Clemenceau is a politician, and if he does not speak quickly, then he will not have the opportunity to speak at all when debating with other politicians.

Before Christmas, Nivelle presented his 1917 battle plan. Nivile planned a spring offensive in April, with three armies, 53 divisions, and more than 1.2 million men attacking the area of Shermandaim, which was defended by only 11 divisions.

Nivelle was confident that in the plan, Nivelle proposed that if the battle did not progress within 72 hours, Nivelle would stop attacking. This plan caused a great deal of controversy within the Allied armies, the main of which was that Nivelle was not resolute in his fighting attitude.

72 hours!

What did Nivelle think of the lives of the French soldiers? A test to test his personal abilities?

Sure enough, it's the true nature of a butcher!

"Mr. Niveller...... I don't judge this man, and I don't judge his plans. All I can say is that if I was asked and my troops to carry it out, I think I would refuse. "Because of Foch's relationship, it is impossible for Qin Zhiyuan and Nivelle to be in the same trench in this life.

"See, I'll just say that the second lieutenant, with a little strategic vision, will scoff at that madman's plan. I said a long time ago that the madman's plan was made for the army of the Duchess of Gerolstein, and it should have been thrown into the toilet to wipe his ass. Leotey was open-mouthed.

Duchess Gerolstein, a fictional character from a burlesque opera that does not exist in reality, Leoté expresses his displeasure in turn.

"Louie, please, can you not be so direct." Renault Sr., who looked the lowest, was dissatisfied.

Old Renault's lowest status is only in terms of appearance, in fact, in this room, Old Renault's net worth is the richest, if the people in this room want to do something, they must have the support of Old Renault.

"So, Qin, what are you going to do?" Clemenceau tested Qin Zhiyuan's disgust.

"I can't change that. You know, I've been thrown by Mr. President to that hellish place in Corsica, and I'm playing hide-and-seek in the mountains with those damn extremists, and I can't get enough of what happened in Paris. Qin Zhiyuan complained. It was this grumbling attitude that he wanted to conceal his true intentions: "If the plan succeeds, that's fine, but it has nothing to do with me." If the plan doesn't work out, it doesn't matter, because it's not my people who are dead. ”

When Qin Zhiyuan said this, he turned his head and asked Old Renault: "Luis, can you help me and give me a few more tanks." The morning before yesterday, my patrol was violently attacked in Ajaccio, and an entire platoon was destroyed by camouflaged bombs on the side of the road, and I thought I would need to use tanks to patrol the streets if I could. ”

Only crying children have milk to eat, Qin Zhiyuan understands this trick.

"Listen to me, Qin, don't complain yet. If you can do something, give you 100 tanks no problem. "Clemenceau writes a check.

Do something?

What does Clemenceau want to do?

(To be continued.) )