Clautic

France, 1934. The scars of the Great War still shape the military minds of the Third Republic. Trapped in the past, its generals place their faith in fortifications and defensive warfare, while across the Rhine, a new German army rises, faster, deadlier, and ready to crush everything in its path.

Into this world awakens Captain Étienne Moreau, a man who should not exist. He remembers another life, one where France falls in 1940, where German tanks storm through the Ardennes, bypassing the Maginot Line. One where his country surrenders in a matter of weeks.

But here, now, he has a chance to stop it.

As an officer in the 2nd Armored Division, he fights for reforms: pushing for mobile tank warfare, warning of Hitler’s growing ambitions, and challenging the high command’s obsession with World War I tactics. Yet, his ideas are dismissed as radical, madness from a young officer who "thinks he knows war."

Surrounded by political intrigue, military infighting, and rising fascism, Moreau must carefully navigate the system, winning allies among future leaders like Charles de Gaulle, while avoiding suspicion from the French High Command. His knowledge is a double-edged sword, if he is too aggressive, he risks being labeled a traitor. If he does nothing, he will live to see France burn.

As war draws closer, Moreau faces a terrifying question: Can history be changed? Or is France doomed to fall, no matter what he does?

Time is running out. The Blitzkrieg is coming. And he may be France’s last chance to fight back.
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Reincarnated: Vive La France

The sun had barely begun to rise when the roar of engines shattered the morning silence.

Moreau had barely managed a few hours of restless sleep, his mind haunted by the images of blood, bodies, and the cold, merciless reality of war.

He hadn't even changed his uniform yet, the dried blood of the battle still staining his sleeves.

Then came the distant rumble of heavy military trucks.

Within moments, he was out of his bunk, pistol strapped to his belt as he stepped outside, blinking against the early morning light.

A massive convoy of military trucks and armored vehicles rolled toward the base, kicking up dust in thick clouds.

At least a hundred men, heavily armed, moving in perfect formation.

This wasn't just a routine inspection.

"Difficult men are the one who change history."