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"We have no other way," said de Gaulle, rubbing his chin. "Let's retreat."

"Aha, see, I said we can only retreat." Seeing that de Gaulle also said retreat, the staff officer waved his hands happily, looked at the Belgian general and said.

The Belgian general lowered his head sadly.

"I didn't say we were going to withdraw to France." De Gaulle glanced at the dancing staff strangely, shook his head and said.

"Then what do you mean?" Gan Melin asked.

"With the current situation, retreat is necessary." De Gaulle pointed to the red arrow on the map that was quickly inserted into Brussels, "This is the Guderrie installation of a group, and his troops broke into Belgium for more than 40 kilometers in just half a day. , what do you say his purpose is?"

"Capturing Brussels?" the Belgian general said uncertainly.

"No no no." De Gaulle shook his head with a smile, "Guderian and Lyon are both smart people, they will not risk being completely wiped out alone in order to seize a city that has only political interests, not to mention the armored forces are not alone. Not suitable for taking a city."

"Guderian wants to cut off our retreat and surround our main force in Antwerp Province." Cammelin said suddenly.

"That's right!" De Gaulle nodded, "So we have to retreat. If Guderian successfully blocks the retreat, we may lose the entire war!"

"I see." The Belgian general suddenly realized, "The Germans are really tricky! I'll arrange the retreat of the troops."

"Wait! We are not in a hurry." De Gaulle stopped the Belgian general who was in a hurry. "The retreat also needs to be planned, otherwise it will cause the collapse of the entire front!"

Having said that, de Gaulle took a pencil from the map, then drew a squiggly line on the map, saying: "Before retreating, we have to build a new line of defense here to block the Germans here. East of the line. It is up to the Belgian side to build this line of defense, and our troops are all thrown in to stop the Germans."

"From Saint Nicholas to Mox..." The Belgian general glanced at the map, and after confirming that Brussels was west of the defensive line, he patted his chest happily, "No problem, leave it to us! As long as there is enough time, I promise to build another Maginot line for you!"

"You don't have to worry about time, it's not difficult for the Ninth Army to hold back the front German Army Group A!" De Gaulle said with a smile, "On the other hand, I think our First Army will definitely buy you enough time. "

Hearing de Gaulle's assurance, the Belgian general walked out of the Allied command with confidence.

"Can you trust them?" After the Belgian general's back completely disappeared from sight, Gammelin asked De Gaulle with a frown.

"I can't believe it." De Gaulle shook his head. "They have enough determination to sacrifice for their hometown, but they lack heavy artillery, enough anti-tank guns, and lack tanks. Without these things, the spirit of sacrifice alone cannot stop Germany. A torrent of steel."

"Are you going to give up on them?"

"That's right." De Gaulle glanced at Gan Morin and suddenly smiled, "General, don't look at me with such eyes, I think you know very well that the best way at the moment is to sacrifice some people to block us. Germans, give us enough time to build a real line of defense. Otherwise, when we completely lose the initiative, the war will soon burn to our motherland."

"Alas." Gan Morin sighed, indeed, he understood how tense the current situation was, and also understood that De Gaulle's solution was indeed the best solution now.

It's just that this method makes him feel inexplicable fear. His intuition tells him that maybe they will be treated like this one day.

After shaking his head, Gan Morin looked at the map and asked, "Where do you plan to build a new line of defense?"

"Here." De Gaulle pointed to the line from Ghent to Farmineule.

Seeing Brussels on the verge of abandonment, Cammelin was not surprised, because he also knew very well that such a thing as a capital had no use at all other than enough political weight.

"Very good." Gan Morin nodded, "Charle, then I will order you to be solely responsible for the establishment of the defense line."

"Yes! My general!" De Gaulle immediately stood at attention and saluted.

He understood what Camelin meant. After so many mistakes, Camelin, the commander-in-chief of the Allied forces, was about to end, and the reason why he gave de Gaulle so much power now was to raise de Gaulle in the army. In the middle of the seat, it is guaranteed that after he resigns from the position of commander-in-chief, de Gaulle can have a senior officer Dangdang.

Cammelin was very optimistic about de Gaulle.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Barrack City.

"Bastard! Line up!" A German armored officer stood on the armored vehicle he was riding in, waving a pistol and commanding the messy French prisoners of war around him, "Don't give me any other action, otherwise the gun in my hand will not work. Long-eyed! Let me go forward! If you can't make it to the prisoner of war camp in front of you before it gets dark, you will all die!"

"We have to speed up our progress." Guderian, who was watching the chaotic troops not far away, said to his adjutant, "It took longer to deal with these prisoners of war than we took to attack! These prisoners of war are a drag on us. speed."

"Would you like to..." The adjutant looked at Guderian and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

After listening to this proposal, Guderian pondered for a while, then nodded and refused: "No, the Führer has given a death order, and there can be no mass slaughter."

"Then have we been dragged like this all the time?" the adjutant said angrily.

"The order given by the head of state is that there cannot be a 'massacre' massacre." Guderian raised his head and looked at the adjutant.

"I understand." The adjutant nodded, then pushed open the door of the armored command vehicle and walked down.

More than ten minutes later, the marching team heard it, and dozens of French officers and soldiers were tied up by German armored soldiers and pushed into the middle of the team.

"French bastards, you all showed me clearly!" a senior German officer shouted to the surrounding French prisoners of war, "This is what will happen if you don't cooperate with us!"

As he said that, he took out the pistol from his waist, pulled the bolt, and shot a French soldier with his hands tied in front of him in the head.

The red and white things splashed all over the people around.

"Sir! Sir! Let me go! I will cooperate with you!" A French officer who was tied up was directly frightened by the sight in front of him. He cried and prayed in German.

The German officer ignored him, put away the pistol, turned and walked out.

More than a dozen gunshots echoed across the field.

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