Lagden, the French Army headquarters was as idle as usual.
After getting up in the morning and walking into the office, Xia Fei had been pretending to be busy, trying hard not to think about the National Day parade.
As the Commander-in-Chief of the French Army, he should have been receiving the cheers of the French people at the parade, but he could only face a pile of documents and intelligence in the office.
The government did indeed invite Xia Fei to attend, but he refused.
Xia Fei knew what would happen if he went; the cheers of the people were reserved for Shire, while he, as the commander-in-chief, was an empty title, receiving only boos and sympathetic glances.
At the party, someone might even sarcastically ask, "Your Excellency, could you tell us which battles you won?"
At that point, Xia Fei would fall into embarrassment, unable to answer:
"No, sir, I have not won any victories."
"All the victories are Shire's; I am just responsible for holding things back."
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