The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were swirling.
On the road leading from Lagden to Paris, three cars were speeding in a line. The cars were filled with soldiers, and the soldiers in the back seats were clutching rifles, their eyes vigilantly scanning both sides.
Xia Fei sat in the front passenger seat of the middle car, looking thoughtfully at the scenery flashing past the window.
He always felt that something was off; everything seemed to be arranged.
Especially Shire's use of directional mines at Verdun. Although the structure was simple, how could ten thousand mines be made in a day or two?
That is to say, it was very likely that this was a trap set by Shire.
Why would he do this?
After thinking for a while, Xia Fei suddenly understood. Shire wanted to completely defeat him and ruin his reputation!
If it weren't for this "one-day agreement," Xia Fei would have just lost his position as commander-in-chief, but now he was despised by everyone.
