Under the escort of French Army soldiers, Hutier jumped down from the armored vehicle. He tried to stand tall to maintain his composure, but the helplessness and humiliation in his eyes betrayed him.
A young man in a general's uniform approached him, politely extended his hand, and said in French, "Hello, Vice Admiral, it's an honor to meet you."
Hutier did not extend his hand in response. He looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of anger in his eyes.
Which child managed to climb the ranks through connections? What qualifications does he have to represent the Franco-American Allies to meet with me, a "Vice Admiral"?
The next second, it suddenly occurred to him: Shire is only a 19-year-old young man; could this general in front of him be Shire?
"You, you are..." Hutier was incredulous.
"I am Shire," Shire replied, "the commander of the French Armored Army Group."
Hutier quickly stepped forward and shook Shire's hand with both of his.
