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"See what you've done?" Niveler's political sense was far sharper than Mantin's, and as soon as he got Mantin's report, Nivelle immediately drove to the 1st Brigade station.

As commander-in-chief of the French army, Niveller's most important task was to command the French troops to win the war, and this required the cooperation of all French troops, and it was Niveller's responsibility to have problems in any chain.

Qin Zhiyuan's action of tearing off his badge means that Qin Zhiyuan has decided to give up his identity as a soldier, if this kind of scandal occurs at this time, no matter who is right or wrong, Nivelle has an unshirkable responsibility. What's more, now Niviler knows very well that Qin Zhiyuan has a good relationship with the media, even if it is on Qin Zhiyuan's side, those media who have no position will speak for Qin Zhiyuan, not to mention that the fault is now on Manjing's side.

Nivelle had a hunch that Mantin's military career had come to an end.

"I didn't expect the pig's reaction to be so violent." Knowing that now, Manjing is still unrepentant.

"I've warned you, and Bradries has reminded you, don't treat that guy with the same way you treat ordinary Orientals, why do you do this?" Nivelle was bitter in his heart, and Mangin would be so arrogant, which had nothing to do with Nivelle's indulgence.

"I've noticed, it was the pig who took the initiative to find me." Mangin is still quibbling.

According to Manjing's usual way of doing things, he may have taken the initiative to order the shelling of the camp of the 1st Brigade, so it seems that Manjing has indeed restrained a lot.

"As I said, don't call that guy a pig, when you say that, it's you who is more like a pig. And you don't have to shirk responsibility, if it weren't for you shelling Bra, that guy wouldn't have taken the initiative to find you. Nivile was furious.

It's best not to scold people for this kind of thing, it won't show your superiority, it will only expose your family education and background.

"Yes, now it looks like I'm like a pig, being escorted by you to apologize." Manjing was not reconciled.

Nivelle was speechless, I didn't expect Mantin's emotional intelligence to be so low, if he didn't apologize now, then in a few days, he wouldn't even have a chance to apologize, and maybe he would implicate Niveler. At this moment, Nivelle had the idea of giving up Manking.

If things really get that bad.

"What's going on? Why Did It Take So Long? "The car had been parked in front of the 1st Brigade camp for more than ten minutes, and Niviler had just noticed.

"Your Excellency General, I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome." The attendant trotted to the window of Niveller's car and whispered a report.

The attendant was embarrassed, and did not dare to tell the truth, so he asked Nivelle to judge for himself.

"Trouble? What's the trouble? Nivelle didn't know why.

"You'd better see for yourself." The attendant did not dare to report.

Nivel pushed the door and got out of the car, and saw that the door of the 1st Brigade camp was closed, there was no figure in front of the door, the road leading to the camp gate had been put down, the muzzle of the gun in the black hole in the sandbag fortress was facing the convoy, and the soldiers in the uniforms of the 1st Brigade were waiting for it.

"Damn, is this a mutiny?" Nivelle stepped forward angrily.

"Please stop and stop outside the safety red line, or you will be killed." There was a warning in French at the gate of the camp, and the words were round.

About fifty meters away from the camp gate, there was a red ribbon on the ground, which was very conspicuous against the white snow.

"Kill? Very well, I'd like to see how you guys get killed! Nivel furiously strode towards the camp gate.

"Knock knock ......"

Suddenly, a dull heavy machine gun rang out, and the bullets struck the feet of Nivelle directly in front of him, and the snow on the ground was splashed everywhere, and a few drops of dirt even flew to Niveler's collar.

"Residence...... How dare you shoot! Almost instantly, the back of Niveler's shirt was soaking wet.

A cold wind blew, and a thin piece of snow ran down the collar of his coat, and the cold was so cold that Nivile shivered.

"It's too much, Neil, go back and gather your troops." Manjing was a little excited and ordered his lieutenant commander to rearm for battle.

Perhaps Manjing is waiting for such an opportunity.

"Enough!" Nivelle roared.

Qin Zhiyuan is already determined to tear his face, and at this time, the arming war will soon turn into an internal strife. Even if Nivelle had Lloyd George's backing, Nivelle could not afford the consequences of infighting.

"Mantin, hand over your work to Neil, and during this time, you go to the General Headquarters to manage the files." Nivelle made a quick decision.

"What did you say?" Manjing was shocked and angry again.

"I say, you're fired now! Hands over your work to Neil, you now go to Paris, take charge of the archives. Nivelle paused word by word, and his voice was incomparably clear.

"Just for that pig?" Manjingkou did not choose to speak.

"Shut up! You still can't see the facts, you're so disappointed in me! Nivelle completely lost faith in Manking and turned back to the car.

The convoy quickly turned around and left, leaving only a stunned Mantin.

Qin Zhiyuan could not make the trip that day, because not long after, Qin Zhiyuan received a call from French President Raymond Poincaré.

"Little one, did you hear something was wrong with you?" Raymond's tone was kind.

"Yes, Mr. President, I have been ostracized here. To be honest, I didn't feel the friendliness of France, and it made me feel disheartened. Qin Zhiyuan told the truth.

"Life is always full of twists and turns, we can't back down, we should face the difficulties like a warrior." Raymond enlightened.

"Mr. President, I understand what you mean, and I understand what should be done. But the problem now, Mr. President, is that there is a mutual distrust between me and Mr. Nivelle, and in this case I cannot serve France wholeheartedly. Since arriving in France in September, my troops and I have been fighting on the front line, and we have achieved some success in cooperation with the Northern Corps, but now, that tacit understanding does not exist. Qin Zhiyuan was blunt.

"I understand that maybe you and your children should take a break. Come to Paris and get a taste of Christmas in France, as far as I know, you've never eaten trunk cake before, right? "Raymond warmly invited.

Trunk cake, a traditional French Christmas delicacy, was given a bonfire as a Christmas gift before electricity was invented. The French are romantic by nature, and even the origins of their food are romantic: once upon a time, a young man who could not afford to buy a Christmas present, picked up a piece of wood in the forest and gave it to his lover, and not only won the heart, but also rose to prominence. Therefore, the trunk cake also became a symbol of good luck in the coming year.

"Yes, Mr. President." Qin Zhiyuan understands the truth of what is enough, if the net is really broken, then Qin Zhiyuan will not get anything, and France will become the laughing stock of the West, which is a lose-lose outcome.

"Well, then, I'll be waiting for you in Paris, good luck." Raymond's tone was lighthearted.

The president is out of the horse, a top two.

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