[Titanic] I can't help myself

We didn't play too long on the French border, and we actually didn't try too hard, because this is France, not England.We have been retreating until the 24th, when the entire British expeditionary force was repelled by the German First Army to the front line of Le Cato and Cambrai.At the same time, the five armies of the French army were forced to retreat one after another.

Since then, the coalition forces have suffered 30 casualties, the entire line north of Verdun has been defeated, and Paris is at stake.The No.17 plan formulated by the French army for the battle against the enemy was completely bankrupt, and the German army had the strategic initiative on the western front.

The commander of the coalition forces re-defined the combat plan, so we and the French Fourth and Fifth Armies withdrew to the south of the Marne River in early September and deployed on the line from Paris to Verdun.

At this moment, the situation of the war changed dramatically.

In order to pursue and annihilate the French Fifth Army, the German First and Second Armies deviated from the original direction, exposing the right wing of the First Army.

On September [-], the vanguard of the Kluck Army of the German Army had advanced to only fifteen miles from Paris. We thought that there would be a fierce battle to be fought. However, at this juncture, the Kluck Army did not directly attack Paris, but It is rotating eastward, and its flanks are about to be exposed directly in front of the French Sixth Army.

General Gallieni, commander of the Paris garrison, seized this opportunity. He continued to lobby General Joffre, the commander-in-chief of the French army, who was too cautious to make up his mind. Finally, on the [-]th, General Joffre decided to fight back.He personally came to the British Army Command to persuade the British Commander to participate in this operation.

In the early morning of the [-]th, the French army launched a full-scale attack. They besieged the two German armies, while the British army quietly lurked into the gap between the two armies and isolated the two armies together with the French army.By the [-]th, all German troops had withdrawn.

After the battle of the Marne, we were in a stalemate with the Germans on the French frontier.Both sides realized that the cavalry could not exert its function of disrupting the enemy's command system on the Franco-Belgian border, and traditional combat methods could only send their own soldiers to death.

As a result, the coalition forces and the German army each dug a trench on the Swiss border, and because of the lack of effective attack for a long time, these small temporary trenches became deeper, larger and more complex.

After the Battle of the Marne I spent over a month in the trenches with Major General Mosley before finally getting my first leave of absence at the end of October which meant I could go home for Halloween but Christmas was coming Spent on the battlefield.

It's only been three months, but it seems like a century to me.The battlefield in Switzerland is full of gunpowder and blood, but Acton, everything here is almost the same as when I left, quiet and peaceful, when I look out the car window at the endless fields, woods, and farmhouses Sometimes, I can't help but produce a kind of missentence, as if the past three months were just a nightmare I had in the car.

My mother came to meet me at the train station herself, and Karl followed her.As I stepped off the train, I heard my mother's voice almost immediately.She ran up quickly, rushed over and hugged my neck tightly, only had time to call "Henry", and burst into tears.

I put my arms around her shoulders, and felt the heat in my eyes, and the tears flowed out.

Mother cried for several minutes before she regained her composure, moved away from my shoulders, and made room for Carl.

I looked up and looked into Carl's equally red eyes.The muscles on his face were trembling, and he tried to squeeze out a relaxed smile, but I saw that the veins on his forehead were tense.

"Welcome home." He said softly, spread his arms, gently wrapped his arms around my back, and then tightened little by little, until we were tightly attached to everything, and there was no more gap, "I see that you are all right , I'm so happy."

I buried my head in his arms, nodded vigorously, clasped his back with both hands, and grabbed his coat.Then I felt him tilt his head slightly and kiss my ear.

If this is not a train station where people come and go, I will definitely kiss him hard.In the past three months, I think about him the most. Whenever everything around me feels unbearable, I can't help but start to miss him.Carl is different from my mother. My mother is already the family that I should protect behind me, but Carl is the pillar that can support me. Only in front of him, I have a feeling of dependence that I don’t need to worry about anything.

The familiar breath, the familiar temperature, the familiar hug, and the familiar strength, until this moment, I really relaxed.After three months on the battlefield, now in his arms, I feel like I have become a child who has just lost his way and just returned home, venting all the exhaustion in the arms of his protector and fear.

We hugged each other and cried for a long time at the train station before calming down our excitement and returning to the castle by car.As soon as I entered the door, I saw two unexpected characters.

"Oh, God, Rose?" I looked in shock at the woman in front of me who had lost a lot of weight, and the tall young man behind her, "Mr. Dawson?"

"Henry." Rose came over and gave me a big hug, then kissed me heavily on the cheek, "I haven't seen you for two years, you've grown into an adult."

I still couldn't react, I just mechanically kissed her back on the cheek, "Neither Mom nor Karl told me... When did you come back?"

"I arrived home in mid-August. I came back to help." Rose explained, "When I heard the news of the war, I thought you might go to the battlefield. If that happened, there would be only my mother at home. That was too hard. But even if you didn't go, you still need help at this time. So I didn't tell you and mom, so I brought Jack back by myself. But it seems that my coming back is unnecessary," she winked mischievously Blinking, "I forgot to take Mr. Hockley into account. I have to thank Carl, if it wasn't for him, Mum wouldn't have let me in."

My mother was standing behind me, and when she heard Rose say this, she immediately snorted coldly.

I couldn't help smiling and hugged her again: "It's great to see you, you've grown up too."

Rose has grown taller, but she has lost a lot of weight. The girlish plumpness has gradually disappeared, and the sexiness of a mature woman has begun to loom. From the perspective of body shape, she has become more and more like her mother. .Of course, she did not come back this time as a countess, but an American woman who was fortunate enough to look a lot like the countess and had the same name.The servants in the manor also called her Miss Rose, not Lady Rose.

We only talked a few words in the hall, and my mother urged me to go upstairs to wash and change clothes, and then we had dinner.When I came back, it was just in time for lunch.

I gave George a leave of absence, and Karl sent me his valet.

I just lay down in the bathtub when the bathroom door opened.I didn't even need to look back, just the sound of walking, and I knew it was Carl.

"Honey." He knelt behind me on one knee, reached into the bathtub and hugged my shoulders, and pressed against me, regardless of whether his clothes were wet or not.

"Carl." I ran my hand back through his hair, tilted my head, and kissed his lips.

This kiss was full of tender pity at the very beginning, his movements were gentle as if he was afraid of hurting me, but within a few seconds it became rough.He gnawed at my lips and tongue, sucking hard, rampaging in my mouth.Then he lifted me up from the bathtub, pressed heavily against the bathroom wall, grabbed my two legs and wrapped them around his waist, dragged me with one hand, and held my waist with the other. The back of my head, pressing my head against him.

I also tightly hooked his neck, opened my mouth hard, and accepted his demands like a storm.

I don't know how long it took before he let go of my lips and gently kissed my cheek, forehead and bridge of nose.My lips were swollen and painful, and I also tasted a bit of blood. I don't know if it was a wound in my mouth or a broken skin on my lips.

"I miss you so much." He panted, and pressed against my forehead, the hand that was pressing on the back of my head slid all over my body, "I think you're going crazy. I'm afraid of your hands, afraid Can't sleep..."

"I made you worry." My eye circles turned red, I touched his face and hair, and my voice began to choke, "I miss you too, Carl...I feel like I'm dreaming now..."

In the next second, I found that I was thrown on the bed in the bedroom, Carl was kneeling on both sides of my body, and quickly took off his clothes.

"Come on." He leaned on me with his chiluo body, "Let me tell you, you are not dreaming..."

We didn't linger too long in the room.This was a fierce but brief confrontation, after all, we had been apart for too long.I felt very painful, but this kind of pain gave me great peace of mind.The weight of his weight on me, the force of the collision, the entanglement, sweat and heat, these familiar feelings rebuilt a fortress that I could rely on.It wasn't until then, when I lay under him and watched him gallop through me like a beast, that I finally felt safe.

Very awkward when meeting other people in the living room.Although we didn't have a long delay, they still stared at us for a while.And I guess my expression must be very subtle, with my swollen lips and stiff walking posture, it is very obvious what we have just done in the room.

Mother didn't say anything, Jack coughed in embarrassment, and Rose smiled at us with her lips pursed.I pretended in embarrassment that nothing happened, but Carl put his arm around my shoulders very calmly and led me into the restaurant.

The food for lunch is a bit weird. From the starter, it is a vegetarian dish, and until the main course, it is still a vegetable.I fiddled with the cauliflower-studded potatoes on my plate with a fork, unappetizing.

"Um, Mom." I said anxiously, "What happened while I was away?"

"What's the matter, my child?" My mother looked at me with a smile.Her eyes never left me, as if I would disappear if I relaxed a little.

"Uh, isn't it time for me to come back today?" I asked tentatively, "The cook forgot to buy meat?"

Mother blinked: "Oh my God, I've been worried about you..." She paused, "The battlefield is so scary, I'm worried about you..."

"I've gotten used to it since August, Mom." I smiled. "Now I'm most craving lamb chops with more mint sauce. Frontline food isn't for humans at all."

My mother was worried that I would reject meat because I saw too many corpses and blood on the battlefield, so she prepared a vegetarian meal for me. When she heard that I wanted to eat meat, she quickly asked the chef to put down all the work at hand and bake it for me. lamb chops.

The author has something to say: The outline of the new article is almost listed. I originally wanted to release the copy for everyone to have a sneak peek, but JJ was drawn!Can't modify the copy, can't add themes and tags, every time there are garbled characters and the first extraction error, and I can't repost. . .Hope to find an administrator to help solve it tomorrow