Chapter 953: It’s Very Jacobin

“Commander Henri must be brought to our side.” Immediately the generals made clear the fact that General Henri Lorillot, the commander of the French forces in Algeria, was to be made to express to them, on their behalf, a definite attitude toward the government in Paris.

A dozen generals arose and rushed to the commandant’s headquarters in a common car, but at the gates of the commandant’s headquarters, where a sedan was parked just at the gate, a man in civilian clothes looked at the procession with the same astonishment, and then with a smile.

This man is not the commander in Algeria, but his former position is not worse than these generals, he is the former commander of the French army in Vietnam, Nawal, who often resides in Libya, from the defeat in Vietnam, he has left the military world, and serves in the Kingdom of Libya, the Libyan oil project jointly led by the Mountbatten Group and the Total Group.

While Total Group is a French oil company, General Nawal is a representative of the side of the Mountbatten Group.

Apparently, someone among the generals in this water recognized Nawal and opened his mouth to ask, “Nawal? Why are you here?”

“Jones, see what you’re saying, I was once the commander-in-chief of the Vietnam Corps as well.” General Nawal’s face was piled with smiles as he schmoozed, “Back then, when I left the military after losing the war in Vietnam, I worked in Libya on behalf of the British and French companies in the oil field, and you all know, didn’t the Mountbatten Group sell Algeria’s oil to France?”

“History seems like a reincarnation, I didn’t expect that after a few years, you guys also faced the same dilemma that I faced in the beginning.”

The faces of some generals were not good; Navarre, as the commander-in-chief of the French army in Vietnam, was in a certain sense used as a scapegoat, leaving the military world, and some of the people present at that time were not less cynical.

But after a few years, some of the places that were used to blow the whistle on Navarre, they were equally clueless.

“I didn’t come here to fight with you guys, I’ve already set up a meeting with Commander Henry by appointment.” Nawal raised his wrist and looked at his former colleagues, “The military is a place of discipline, but you guys are making mistakes that are not too big or too small, maybe we have the same purpose, why don’t you let me meet with the commander, after all, I’ve already left the military world, and can be considered as an outsider.”

“This?” The generals glanced at each other, and one of them, Major General Jones, who had just been greeted, spoke up and asked, “You’re also making a special trip because of the current situation in the country?”

“You could say so.” Nawal smiled lustfully and said, “My current job is still in North Africa, of course, also hope that we can stabilize the situation, I am also French.”

Nawal was once also a garrison commander-in-chief, and the current commander of the French army in Algeria, Henry, there is no gap in rank, to say that there is a gap, if only reflected in the number of commanders.

The commander’s office, Nawal patted the office sofa full of feelings, “I have to say, the Algerian French Army received support, can be much stronger than we were at that time.”

General Nawal, who came to Algiers, to say that there is no complaint at all is impossible, the defeat in Vietnam led to the end of his military career, although at the moment of leaving Vietnam, he was psychologically prepared.

But ultimately the process of leaving had nothing to do with the luster, some of the defenses were not listened to, and now that the Algerian war had been fought for several years, and there were several times more French troops than there were in Vietnam in the first place, didn’t it also not end the war?

“Navarre, Algeria is many times the size of Vietnam.” General Henry, hearing resentment in this, began to explain that the two places were different and could not be compared as such.

“But the Vietnamese are also nearly three times the size of the Algerians, and there is a great deal of virgin forest there. And Algeria? Vast deserts and a much worse environment for guerrilla warfare than Vietnam.”

Nawal sighed and said, “I was in the hands of the army Vietnamese accounted for half of the army, underneath half of the half is still the colonial army in North Africa, you are now in the hands of eight hundred thousand troops, diplomacy has the help of the British, and before that there is the Royal Navy’s Mediterranean fleet to help blockade foreign aid, and now make a lot of domestic contradictions, and that’s the results you take out. ”

“It is certainly easy to point fingers, can not be compared specifically, I also have my difficulties.” Henry helplessly said, “You just came over here specifically to complain about the injustice in the first place, complaining that I didn’t stand up for you in the first place, explaining the problem to the government?”

“Misunderstood, I’m French.” Navarre shook his head in denial, “And I certainly wish the French better. In fact the attitude of some of the garrison generals, I won’t tell you. They wish to report the attitude of the military, explicitly, to the Parisian government.”

“You are no longer a soldier, and you must have had a reason for coming here in person.” General Henry lit a cigarette, took a drag and asked, “Straight to the point, what do you want to do?”

“In fact, essentially, the same attitude as the generals, only the exact order of actions is different.” Nawal hemmed and hawed, “Once Algeria is lost, the TOTAL group will lose a lot of money. There is also the fact that some of the killings are very inefficient, and the brutality against women and children is unnecessary, wars are ultimately fought by men, and it is just a matter of eliminating the resistance to eliminate the men.”

There were certainly pro-French pacifists in Algeria, and French immigrants together numbered two million, and the French army in Algeria had moved two million people over the years to take control and use to isolate the soil where guerrilla warfare existed.

Nawal said that France is actually not far from victory, and that the key is that all French people must be made aware of it.

“After all the bad things that have been done, if we don’t achieve a final victory, then the bad things weren’t done in vain. Will Algeria forget our deeds once it becomes independent?” Navarre looked at General Henri with a smile and said, “I happened to bump into the other generals when I came here, and I actually know in my heart that we all think the same way.”

Algeria was about to undergo a huge change, and in the Woodpecker Pictures headquarters building in Paris, the diligent Permanent Undersecretary of the British Foreign Office, had found and also an excellent observation point, set up a telescope, and hung up his camera, and he now realized that he had an inherent secret agent potential as well, especially at a time like this.

Hedy Lamarr pushed her way in, only to see the naked man still staring, and a messy king-sized bed, and followed the sound of dripping water to the bathroom, where she watched Ingrid Bergman taking a shower, and couldn’t help but say acidly, “Get cleaned up, and please the man with the best-smelling body you can.”

“You scared me.” Ingrid Bergman, who was washing her delicate body, gave her partner a blank look, “It’s as if you don’t bathe. Can’t you love cleanliness even if you always say things like that?”

“Maybe that man likes the way you smell.” Hedy Lamarr nuzzled, her gaze sweeping over the burden of her partner’s body, “Pushing me out to run the company’s operations and sleeping with a man here by myself, huh?”

“Well, the parade is back on today.” Allen Wilson, who had taken two pictures, walked in with his camera hanging out, avoiding the partners’ path to disintegration.

Hedy Lamarr turned, but then averted her gaze, “Put your pants on, like what.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” Alan Wilson muttered and walked over like pants, unsuccessfully of course.

I thought I was going to put my pants on? Facing the initiative of Hedy Lamarr, Allen Wilson thought of this wolf-like age, but also relieved, there is no such thing as years of peace, but there are people like him, on behalf of the citizens to carry the weight forward.

The same day, Algiers, the French National Salvation Committee announced the establishment of the news came to the French Fourth Republic, which was already in the middle of the duel between the right and the left, was in the middle of the storm.

“The term “National Salvation Committee” seems familiar.” Weight forward gap, hiding in the British Embassy in France Allen Wilson, pondering, this word seems to have heard somewhere.

“The Committee of National Salvation was formed during the Jacobin dictatorship.” Ivor, who had also come to the embassy, answered, and it was clear that the old colleague had come to Paris from West Berlin with much increased expertise.

The National Salvation Committee did not have a chairman, but it was very centralized, with collective responsibility and a proper division of labor within it.

“So it is.” Alan Wilson’s reason for being at the embassy, apart from a little rest, was to wait for a telegram from his wife.

An ordinary person would never send a telegram to the embassy, but wasn’t that ordinary, Pamela Mountbatten wasn’t an ordinary person, and if it wasn’t for the sanctity of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, it could have been sent to NATO headquarters.

Eventually a short telegram of only YES, still from London, which Alan Wilson put away for the toilet break, showed that Navarre had understood what the French in Algiers were thinking.

“It is a coup d’état.” Pierre Frimland, the twenty-third president of the French Council of Ministers after the war, who had just spent ten days of his term in office, took the news of the announcement by the Algerian garrison of the creation of a National Salvation Council and shouted angrily, “This is a restoration of the Jacobins, the coming of despotism, and the cause of democracy is in crisis.”

The formerly crowded French National Assembly was silent, no matter what camp the party members were in.

Outside the National Assembly, in the streets of Paris, the red-white showdown continued, and the pro-war marches were indeed of a much more complex composition than the anti-war processions organized by the French Communist Party, very much in the manner of the capitalist theory, which says that the Pope and the Czar, Metternich and Quizzo, the French radicals and the German police, were all united.

The gendarmes of Paris had been at their wits’ end a few days earlier against a demonstration of this magnitude, and had had to respond to it by resorting to fourth-order tactics, and finally, in a tone as of Louis XVI, reporting to the government that nothing had happened today.

Unbeknownst to the marching contingent, news of the formation of the National Salvation Committee had spread throughout the region as they took to the streets.

“Essentially, this is a military coup.” Sir Ismay, the Secretary General, explained to the delegates of the countries doing the work in the North Atlantic Treaty Headquarters building, “Still, it will be interesting to see how things play out.”