A shower in the afternoon was a little bit cool for the streets. After the clouds were cleared, the hot sun shone again on the wet sidewalk through the shade of the street trees. A black Renault car was parked on the street. Two policemen in straight black uniforms stood beside the car, armed belts with gun holsters and long horse boots were shiny.

Charles Charles de Gaulle looked around through the gaps in the blinds, then closed the window leaves, he picked up a page of documents from the desk beside the window, turned around and walked towards the living room.

"Betam's lackey has been monitoring me, so I can only ask you to come here in person. It's really because of this matter that is very urgent. You can check this document first." Charles de Gaulle walked to the sofa in the living room, put the documents in his hand on the coffee table, and then sat down.

"Betton openly sent someone to monitor you can only prove that in his mind you are a huge threat. Your influence in the French army made him frightened. He could only use this method to cover up his cowardice and incompetence." Spears, the British diplomatic envoy, comforted Charles De Gaulle. He bent down and picked up the document from the coffee table, took out a pair of glasses from the pocket of the suit vest, put it on the bridge of his nose, and began to read carefully.

"This is a document I made in the insider of the Betton government. In order to get this document, he took a huge risk. I think you should let you know this immediately. Betton deceived us all. He had reached a secret agreement with the Germans a few weeks ago. Now everything we see is an illusion! Betton has betrayed France, and he is also preparing to betray our allies to the enemy." De Gaulle raised his legs, put one hand on his knee, and tapped the armrest of the sofa with the other, and said loudly with a serious face.

"So I think London should know the news immediately and must be prepared immediately. If the situation on the document is true, then Britain will be in an unprecedented crisis. And France will completely become a German toy and lackey." Charles Charles de Gaulle put down his legs, owed his body, pointed his fingers at the coffee table, and stared at Spears with his eyes.

"The situation is very serious, if this document is true." Spears frowned at the document. Indeed, according to what is shown in this document, the situation is not only serious, it is simply extremely bad, of course for the UK.

After withdrawing from Paris, the French government flew to the south with a bunch of scattered institutions and groups, and also carried a large number of local administrative officials, police, troops, money, food and supplies. Under the storm of the German Army, the French Army retreated step by step, throwing out armor and losing its troops.

Although Wei Gang repeatedly ordered the southern defense forces and the retreating troops to quickly establish a line of defense together, the French army had lost control at this time. Some southern defense forces were frightened by various bizarre rumors brought by the retreating soldiers and officers in front. As soon as the German vanguard appeared from a section of the horizon, the French team here had already begun to abandon their positions and flee back. The soldiers fled to the next line of defense with officers and began to spread even more exaggerated rumors among the defenders...

More French troops chose to put down their weapons in despair of completely hopeless battle situations, including many who had already made such plans. There were even French troops who were impatient to call the villages when the German army occupied the villages and towns near their defense zones. A strange thing about long-range surrendering to the German army appeared.

Because in the eyes of some middle-level French officers, there is no possibility of victory in this war, failure is inevitable, and France surrenders only a matter of time. It is inhumane and meaningless to ask soldiers to sacrifice at this time. Surrender is a relief for those who are suffering from war pressure and suffering.

Just as the French were watching the German army heading straight into a state of no one, the German army suddenly stopped attacking and stayed in place to confront France. Although they were not sure what the Germans were doing, the Bordeaux government, who was in panic all day long, could finally sit down and take a breath, and French politicians finally had time to fight in the middle.

It was under this situation that Betan united all bureaucrats and parliamentarians who had defeatism and appeasement, impeached Renault, who was still determined to fight the war to the end, and gained French leadership in one fell swoop.

From beginning to end, Renault's faction was clamoring that the French nation would fight to the last fight with the Germans until the last soldier, and even if they were exiled to overseas colonies, they would continue to fight. This argument was still very marketable before the German army broke through the canal area. However, when the German army attacked in full and the left-wing troops rushed down the coastline, the clamoring voice became smaller in an instant, and then the French surrendered faction began to gain the upper hand in the parliament.

After Betton occupied an absolute leadership position, Renault's faction was mercilessly cleansed, and Charles de Gaulle, who had been away from the two factions, but had similar arguments to Renault, was also included in the strike list. His remaining troops were divided and his subordinates were transferred. In addition to retaining military ranks and uniforms, the major general of the army became a bare commander. He had no place to go to work and could only hide in the suite of the Garden Hotel in Bordeaux to organize his battlefield diary and combat records, at least on the surface.

In fact, Charles de Gaulle has always maintained a secret connection with London, England, especially Churchill's diplomatic secret envoy Spears. Due to his similar ideas and careers, the two established a strong private friendship. Every time Spears arrived in Bordeaux, he would take time to visit Charles de Gaulle and bring him the latest news in London, as well as the German war situation information on the French front obtained by the British intelligence department, and occasionally bring some private gifts, such as food and some cash. Charles de Gaulle would also prepare confidential information within the Betton government, especially the intelligence that the British should never know, or some internal documents of the French navy and air force. The French army's intelligence is his own business. He has given him whatever he gets, and he has convinced himself that helping Britain is saving France.

As a representative of the young French military officers, Charles de Gaulle still has some connections in the army and the government. At the same time, due to the unfair treatment, many government personnel who had not caught him before would also give him help and convenience in some aspects out of sympathy.

So this time, a subordinate who was a guard in the government document storage room stole a document that surprised De Gaulle. Although it was a broken piece that was about to be destroyed due to a printing error, it was just one page of dozens of pages, but what was revealed on this page was enough to shock. It happened that Spears arrived in Bordeaux with Churchill's handwritten letter, and De Gaulle immediately sent a request to Spears for meeting.

"If the documents are true, it is enough to prove that Betton has indeed cooperated 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. Betton has obviously reached certain deals with Germany. The British government was deceived by Betton. This cunning old dog, London must respond immediately. I will bring a document back to London immediately." Spears took the cowhide document pack around him, carefully inserted the page of the document into the mezzanine, and fastened the chains.

"I decided to go to London with you. You can be a witness. My career in France is over. If Betan announces the end of the war, France will become the prey of Germany. I will never allow this to happen. I will go to Britain to continue fighting. I want to call on all French people who are as unwilling to surrender, stand on the side of British allies and fight for France's freedom." Charles de Gaulle stood up, with his hands behind his back, and looked firmly at Spears.

The British envoy looked up at the stubborn French general in front of him, thought for a moment, and then nodded vigorously. "My red stork is on standby at the airport. I was originally going to return to London in the afternoon. I have said goodbye to Betton, and we can set off now, but these police officers who are surveillance you..."

"If they interrogate, I will say I will go to the airport to see you off. When the plane takes off, I will board the plane directly, and no one will think of this." Charles de Gaulle walked to the door, took out his military uniform and cap from the closet, and then picked up a briefcase that had been prepared in the corner of the closet.

"Very good, let's go immediately, and I'll ask you some questions, we'll talk on the way." Spears put on his coat, picked up his paper bag, and walked out of the suite with Charles de Gaulle.

Twenty minutes later, in front of the Bordeaux airport guards and two security policemen, Charles de Gaulle rolled and climbed onto the British Red Stork Transportation Plane that was beginning to glide. The plane slowly accelerated and rose from the ground. After circling around the field at a low altitude, it swayed the wings, and flew past the tops of the airport windbreaker toward the Atlantic Ocean.

"We take off from here, walk on Biscay Bay, bypass Brest Point, fly straight to Plymouth, and you can reach London by night." Spears patted the shoulder of Charles de Gaulle, who was still panting.

"We want to fly low and avoid German patrol planes. You can take a good look at the scenery along the French coast. I don't know how long it will take to see these scenery next time." Charles de Gaulle nodded when he heard this, then turned his face and pressed it against the cabin window, looking at the green French land outside the window with a complicated expression.

Burunore is a very ordinary French coastal village. Half of the residents are fishermen, and the other half are employees of nearby grape plantations. The village is close to the Atlantic Ocean and goes down a gentle slope. The coast forms a small bay next to the village. The pier in the village is built in a corner of the bay. More than a dozen fishing boats in the village are quietly moored on berths in the green bay. The afternoon sun shines on the water surface, and the water waves reflect mottled light and shadows on the hull.

It is a war period. It is said that some people have seen German submarines and planes appear nearby, and there are also terrifying legends of mines, so fishing boats dare not go far, and only go around the surrounding coastal area once or twice every morning. Regardless of whether there is any harvest or not, they will return to the port at noon.

Jean Pierre sat on a rock on the top of the cliff by the bay, watching his goat eat grass with a depressed look on his face.

"Damn German, damn plane!" Jean Pierre picked up a large sheepskin kettle beside him and poured a mouthful of sweet and sour homemade wine into his mouth. He wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeves and stuffed the pot tightly.

It has been a lot of time since he was arrested last time, but when Pierre thinks of that incident, he will feel his blood pressure rise and his hair and beard are ignorant. For this honest French farmer, this is simply the most terrible experience in his life. The humiliation he suffered was something he could never forget in his life. He was unforgettable to the great humiliation, unforgettable, and he slapped his chest and hit the ground, and never dared to forget it. Of course, revenge was never thought of, it was the German army armed to his teeth.

At that time, the German armored troops arrested him and handed him over to the military police force of the occupied troops in the city. A German military police major interrogated him. The Germans had a good attitude and were very smooth in French. Pierre confessed honestly about the past and after.

"In front of a team of German tanks, a broken hunting rifle was fired at a German plane a thousand meters above sea level?! It was just that the sound of the plane made you take a nap?!!"

The German military police major pointed at Jean Pierre's nose and laughed wildly for five minutes, and then ordered the military police to drive out the idiot who was scared to death. At this time, he was still worried about the overcrowding of the prison. How could he accept a French farmer who was obviously mentally disabled?

As a result, Pierre was thrown directly on the street by the Germans, with a shoe print on his butt. By the way, he also lost an old hunting rifle.

The Germans were regarded as a joke, and Pierre, the French Army's top private, was regarded as an idiot! When he walked on the streets of the city wearing the soaked pants and crotch, the strange gazes around him looked at them. When Pierre thought of this, he couldn't help but be angry. Damn German, damn plane!

The original farm could not stay there, at least before the neighbors forgot about this matter, Pierre went to his wife's house, but the Germans arrived with his butt, and Le Havre could not stay there either. Pierre would think of that bad thing when he saw German pretending. So he dragged his family again and started the Long March, and finally got his feet at Burunore's cousin's house in the distance.

Pierre's farm yield is good, so he still has some savings. He rented a house first and then took his family to live there. He usually helped his cousin manage the farmland in the morning, and in the afternoon he drove more than a dozen goats from his family to the mountains to eat grass. Finally, he lived a few days of peaceful and peaceful life.

Jean Pierre took the double-barrel hunting rifle leaning against one side and took out two bullets from his pocket. This hunting rifle belongs to his cousin and is a thing of the past. Nowadays, it is not possible to go up the mountain alone without a piece of guy. Recently, refugees coming down from the north often pass by nearby places. Goats are now valuable livestock. Pierre puts on bullets, then holds the gun and aims at shooting around. With the weapon in his hand, he feels full of strength.

At this time, a dull and familiar voice came from a distance, and Pierre had heard this sound in his sleep countless times. The plane! It was a damn plane! The humiliating memories of Pierre appeared in his mind again, making his eyes full of blood and anger.

Then, a small twin-engine transport aircraft appeared from the top of the tree behind the cliff in a large shape, flying straight towards Pierre's head. The plane flew so low that Pierre felt as if he could touch its wings with his hand.

The French farmer became angry and became jealous from his heart. Without hesitation, he directly picked up his hunting rifle and blasted at the plane, firing two volleys. In an instant, the transport plane flew over Pierre's head and flew towards the Atlantic Ocean.

Pierre turned around and spat out a angrily saliva at the transport plane that was gradually flying away. At this moment, a weak explosion came from the plane in the distance. Then, under the gaze of the French farmer, a thick smoke came out of the wings and engines on one side. The small transport plane struggled and shook for a while, and suddenly tilted its head and inserted it diagonally towards the sea.
Chapter completed!