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

Next day after so much traveling and exhaustion of not just mind but body they arrived in Verdun and directly took another train to the base.

Before he goes to paris Moreau needed to clear one thing with the Colonel.

Then after another tiresome journey they arrived at the base in the pale light of morning, just as the guard rotation changed..

The sky was overcast, the clouds hanging low.

Renaud walked beside Moreau in silence, boots crunching on the gravel.

Neither of them said a word as they passed the outer post, just a nod to the duty sergeant who returned their salute with a tired flick of the wrist.

No identification was needed or rather in the current situation they didn't dare ask one.

News in the military spread more fast then anyone can ever expect.

Moreau walked with urgency through the halls he didn't even glance at the men training in the courtyard or the lieutenant who tried to stop him mid-corridor.

"Never hope in French Army."