I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France

Charles patiently listened to Gallieni's story and almost lost his temper.

"It is not for use in frontal combat, General!" said Charles.

"I guess so!" Gallieni replied: "I have read Major Browne's report. He penetrated from the alley to the back of the defense line to catch the enemy off guard. Is this the only way to fight in three rounds? There are some changes on the battlefield now. , since Major Browne’s victory, the Germans have been prepared when garrisoning, and they will dig at least two trenches in front and behind the garrison!”

This is "wherever there is a spear, there is a shield." The battlefield is a place where the enemy and we guard against each other and use our lives to target it. It is impossible for the Germans to do nothing and be massacred again and again by the side.

Digging trenches is a good way. The side three-wheeler does not have the trench-crossing performance of a tracked tank, and a small trench is enough to block its way.

But the role of side three rounds is not just a sneak attack.

Ciel thought for a while and said, "We can try harassment tactics. It may be suitable for the current battle situation!"

"Harassment tactics?" Gallieni's confused voice came from the phone.

"Yes!" Charles explained: "It is also about bypassing the enemy's defense line and going deep into the rear to harass the enemy's main force!"

Gallieni didn't quite understand: "What if they are still defensive? Moreover, not all road sections are suitable for three-round attacks!"

The raid launched by Biansanlun has very high requirements on the terrain. It needs at least a large open area and the terrain is relatively flat. Otherwise, it will be difficult for Bisanlun to pass through, let alone attack.

"That's why I said harassment instead of attack!" Charles explained: "You don't need many, you just need a few vehicles. They will pop up around the enemy and shoot a few shots. They don't even need to cross the trench, day or night!"

Gallieni said "Oh" and seemed to understand.

Charles continued: "The mission of Biansanlun is to frighten the enemy, so that the enemy frequently organizes defenses or slows down their marching speed, or wakes up continuously in the middle of the night and cannot fall asleep. They will be exhausted after a few days! Once the enemy neglects to take precautions or If a small force is left alone, it can take three rounds to concentrate on launching a surprise attack on the enemy..."

Gallieni nodded slightly. He was a battle-hardened veteran and could understand the power of this tactic.

At that time, the side three-wheelers used for harassment will be like a swarm of flies. They surround the enemy and cannot catch up or drive them away. The enemy cannot eat or sleep in peace, but the side three-wheelers can always rely on the terrain. The advantages of familiarity and speed keep you out of enemy range.

Even the German artillery was helpless against something that was fast, had a small target, and could disappear into the woods at any time.

Wait until the enemy is distracted and on the verge of collapse, then seize the opportunity to attack!

"A very good idea!" Gallieni expressed his sincere admiration: "Another tactic that may allow the weak to defeat the strong. You seem to regard war as a game to play with your opponent!"

Gallieni sounded a little regretful. It would be a waste for a military genius like Charles to be used in business. He should become a staff advisor to make suggestions for himself, and he could also train the troops to let the soldiers learn these tactics.

Charles reminded: "This tactic sounds simple, but it is difficult to implement, General. You must be careful not to charge blindly or launch attacks casually. The most important thing is to fully grasp the enemy's intelligence, otherwise you will easily be ambushed by the enemy!"

After a pause, Charles added: "When it comes to gathering information, I think two-wheeled motorcycles are more suitable than three-wheeled motorcycles. What do you think?"

"That's right!" Gallieni nodded repeatedly: "Two-wheeled motorcycles can travel almost any mountain road!"

"It can also be used for communication!" Charles added to the fire: "Motorcycles are much faster and more reliable than horses!"

Charles almost added: There is a 10% discount for ordering now, dear!

Gallieni didn't notice that Charles was making a sales pitch. At this time, his mind was filled with the sight of the signal soldiers driving their motorcycles back and forth along the paths and highways.

After a while, he sighed: "If it weren't for the fact that you are only 17 years old, I would never believe that you have never fought in a war!"

Then Gallieni felt that this was inappropriate. No one in France who had fought in the war knew this tactic and had not thought of these points.

So, it has nothing to do with whether there has been a war!

And why?

Rely entirely on imagination?

It’s incredible!

Charles on the other end of the phone just smiled. Gallieni couldn't even think of it. What Charles knew were advanced tactics from modern times. They were the wisdom accumulated by humans on the battlefield for thousands of years.

"Is there any other way to fight?" Gallieni's voice was full of urgency.

"I think special operations are also suitable for the current war situation, General!" Ciel said.

"Special operations?" Gallieni's eyes lit up again.

However, just as Gallieni was listening attentively, there was a burst of noise from the microphone:

"Let Master Charles go!"

"You, the lackeys of the capitalists, what evidence do you have to arrest people?"

"Master Charles saved France from the Germans, how could he be a German spy?"

…

"A German spy?" Gallieni was confused: "What bastard did this and actually accused Charles of being a spy?!"

There was chaos on the other end of the phone. Angry workers crowded around the tent where Charles was "incarcerated" and pushed in. Even if Jules led soldiers with rifles to stop him, it was of no avail.

Jules explained loudly: "Gentlemen, you have misunderstood. We just asked Master Charles to talk..."

"Lies!" Someone yelled immediately, "We know what Major Laurent said!"

Jules understood that someone among the soldiers had tipped off the workers, otherwise the workers would not have known that this was an "interrogation."

Jules was about to explain when Laurent stood up angrily:

"Yes, this is an interrogation!"

"Not just Charles, every one of you is worthy of suspicion..."

"Bang" a stone flew over and hit Laurent on the head. Laurent lost his balance and fell to the ground, with a stream of blood flowing down the brim of his hat.

The people did not intend to give up, they shouted to break through the soldiers' defense.

At this time, Charles came out of the tent and appeared in front of the workers: "I'm fine, gentlemen, thank you!"

The voice was not loud, but the crowd quieted down instantly, and the workers were relieved to see Charles:

"Did these bastards torture you?"

"Don't worry, Master Charles, we will always stand by your side."

"Anyone could be a spy, but you can't be one!"

...

Charles looked at Laurent, who was covered in wounds and was helped up by his subordinates, and even felt a little bit reluctant!