In the early morning, Paris was shrouded in a thick fog, as if it had lightly rained. The Eiffel Tower loomed in and out of view, like a tireless guardian vigilantly watching over the city.
Not far from it, the atmosphere in the Prime Minister's office at the Town Hall was tense and oppressive.
Clemenceau was discussing the victory at the Meuse River with Briand while holding a newspaper.
"He actually succeeded!" Clemenceau shook his head in amazement.
He didn't say much more, only silently admiring Shire's strength.
Shire had triumphed over the enemy despite the constraints of Parliament, with even some members betraying intelligence to the enemy. The government had tried to hold him back out of fear, but none of it could stop Shire from achieving victory.
And this was not just any victory. He had recaptured a vast area west of the Meuse River, capturing over 300,000 German Army soldiers and a large amount of supplies.
