Just as Roque decided, after the expeditionary force's doctors examined Sydney, they believed that Sydney's spirit had been severely stimulated and that she had some uncontrollable problems, so she needed to rest for a while before she could return to the battlefield.

Because Sydney shot and killed people in a court-martial, she was temporarily imprisoned in a separate two-story building in the camp of the 2nd Cavalry Division in Antwerp.

The guards guarding Sydney are also military police from the 2nd Cavalry Division, and their most distinctive signs are white helmets and white armed belts, and even their holsters and pistols are silver-white, as long as Sydney does not leave the small building, she can move freely in the building.

During the time Sydney was in custody, the duo of Sydney and Reilly sparked a wide-ranging discussion about whether a military court had the power to hear similar cases.

This involves a term that is not very familiar to Europeans, "consular jurisdiction".

The meaning of consular jurisdiction refers to the power of a country's consul to try and convict the person in accordance with the law of that country when a citizen of that country becomes a defendant in a civil or criminal proceeding in the country of residence.

This right, which existed mostly in the colonies of European countries, was the legal basis on which the colonists escaped justice, and under normal circumstances, the military tribunals of the expeditionary forces did not have the right to try the Belgians.

"Today's newspaper is very exciting, the Times has also been torn apart, it seems that the rumored relationship between the Lord and the Times is true, you look at the third page, the King of Belgium also supports the trial of those Belgians by the military tribunal, now see what those people have to say." Christie put the food she brought for Sydney on the table, and the meals were very hearty every day, and Christie and Cindy took turns guarding Sydney, afraid that something would happen to Sydney.

"I've been dreaming about Reilly for the past two days, and it's telling me that I shouldn't have shot at a court-martial, that those Belgians don't deserve to die—" Sydney now finally accepted the facts, and her mental state really didn't seem to be good.

"Don't think too much about Sydney, those Belgians are damned, if it is an ordinary stray dog, they eat it, which is difficult to avoid during the war, the Viennese eat up the horses and dogs in the whole city, and no one blames the Viennese - those Belgians are at fault for not hurting Reilly, not to mention that Reilly is a military dog with military status, even if Reilly is a pet dog, it is also a pet of our British Expeditionary Force, and the Belgians cannot harm it, this is an affront to our British Empire." Christie is a real British, look at the way people think, don't care if it's right or not, I'm right.

As for whether to eat dog meat, Southern Africa does not prohibit this problem, some people don't like to eat, some people like to eat, some people don't like the fishy smell of mutton, some people never put onions, ginger and garlic when eating, this is normal, their own dogs eat casually, no one cares about no one asks, people who don't eat pork don't make irresponsible remarks about people who eat pork, and it rises to the height of morality and ethics, but if you scold the neighbor who has a dog because you don't like dogs, it is overkill.

Of course, walking a dog without a leash should also be scolded, biting a dog should even be killed, walking a dog without a leash is a moral issue, but if you deliberately damage someone else's property because you hate dogs, this is a crime.

For the British Expeditionary Force, there was no room for discussion on this issue, and a French army group commander could decide whether there was a need for the Belgian king's throne, and the British Expeditionary Force's commander-in-chief would only have greater power in Belgium than the French army group commander.

"I want to apply for retirement-" Sydney had to face this problem after being impulsive.

"If you want to retire, retire, go back and rest for a while, you already have two military medals, and you are also a hero when you return to your hometown." Christie does not interfere with Sydney's decision, and in this matter, Sydney is also responsible.

Although responsible, but there is no blame for Sydney, the expeditionary force is more united than the newspaper reporter imagined, this is the same as soldiers fighting in groups between different units, the reason for the fight is not important, whether you win or not is the key, if you win, don't care if you don't care, it's good, if you lose, don't care if you don't care.

Before Sydney could speak, there was a sudden sound of brakes downstairs, and it was Don Juan, the commander of the 2nd Cavalry Division, and Brad, the chief of staff.

Brad was also holding a small milk dog in his arms.

"Sergeant, are you alright?" Don Juan smiled kindly, and Brad grabbed the puppy's paw to greet Sydney, who felt like she was in a dream.

"I have been commissioned by the Lord to come to see you, and the Lord was supposed to come in person, but to have a meeting with General Robert Niveller, so I have been entrusted to come and see this little one, who has only been born for a month, and I think you will become good friends." Don Juan is a talker in private, and he looks at Sydney like he looks at his own daughter.

Sydney was dumbfounded, she didn't know what to say at all, and there were only the black eyes of the little milk dog in her eyes, just like the eyes of Reilly when she first saw Reilly, full of curiosity and trust, without impurities.

"Sit down and talk, Sergeant, I heard you're not in a good mood, can you talk to me?" Brad was also very kind, and when he sat down, he put the little milk dog on the ground, and the little milk dog immediately staggered towards Sydney.

"I'm good general—I'm sorry—" Sydney's eyes reddened again, after the New Year, the 2nd Cavalry Division was also preparing for an attack on the Germans, and the generals were also busy with work, and they were able to take time out of their busy schedules to visit Sydney, and Sydney was full of gratitude.

"Don't apologize Sergeant, it's not your fault, all attacks against our expeditionary force are hostile acts, and I lost a wallet while walking on the road, and that doesn't mean whoever picks it up is whoever." Don Juan's metaphor is not very appropriate, but this is the reason.

"Don't think too much sergeant, there is a strange saying now, we are fighting with the Germans in Belgium, so we are responsible for the Belgian losses in the war, I don't know the reason for this argument, but I can be sure that the people who hold this argument have ulterior motives, so sergeant, rest well, I am waiting for you to make another meritorious service on the battlefield." Brad's expression was full of disdain, and what he said was beyond Sydney's comprehension.

This argument stems from the air raids of the Expeditionary Force Air Force on German targets in Belgium after the New Year.

After the New Year, the Expeditionary Air Force flew thousands of sorties and carried out thousands of air strikes on German targets in Belgium.

German military targets in Belgium were built in cities, sometimes even deliberately mixed in civilian areas, so air strikes inevitably caused some civilian casualties.

In the course of the expeditionary force last winter, in the course of the offensive, it used all kinds of heavy weapons, including tank artillery flamethrowers, and it can be said that all the heavy weapons of the expeditionary force poured out of the nest, except for poison gas.

The fighting was fierce, during the assault on Ypres and Antwerp, every house was fiercely contested, the brutal tug-of-war caused Ypres to be almost flattened, half of the buildings in the city of Antwerp collapsed after the battle, and almost all the houses were badly damaged.

This result was unacceptable to some in any case, and now that the Germans had withdrawn, and the British Expeditionary Force was stationed in Antwerp, all those held the British Expeditionary Force accountable for it.

"Are those people dreaming, when we are the British Empire easy to bully? We in the British Empire do have money, but we save it up bit by cent, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. If Don Juan's words were to get out, the aborigines of the British overseas colonies would certainly have something to say.

Sydney and Christie don't know about these situations, they only know that the newspaper is very hotly debated during this time, and they don't realize that there are so many articles behind it.

"Hehe-" Brad was also smiling, there was a strong self-confidence in his smile, some people were indeed whimsical, they didn't know enough about the British, Britain does not accept moral kidnapping.

At least not for now.

The little milk dog staggered for a long time, the little tail was straight like a stick and could not be rounded, and he fell halfway, and finally came to Sydney's feet, and the pink nose began to sniff on Sydney's military boots, and tried to pick up Sydney's boots to stand up, but he fell again in a humiliating way.

"Looks like the little guy likes you very much." Don Juan laughed, the little guy saw that Sydney didn't react, sat on the ground with his head held high and shouted very dissatisfied, the milk is fierce, the milk is fierce.

Sydney finally couldn't help but pick up the little one, which was a little bigger than Sydney's hand.

"Okay, you have a good rest, don't think about anything else, you should eat and sleep, you are too thin, if you go home like this, I'm afraid your parents will think that Brad and I are abusing you." Don Juan was still joking when he left, and Brad smiled like a kind little old man.

Sending the two generals away, Sydney and Christie feel like a dream, Don Juan is now one of the most famous generals of the expeditionary force on the Western Front, and he is as famous as Mantin and Petain in France, Sydney and Christie have never been so close to Don Juan before, and now it seems, well-

As Sydney imagined, the generals of southern Africa should be invincible to the enemy and care for their subordinates.

"The little guy is so cute-" Christie's motherhood is overflowing, the little milk dog was born not long ago, and he was probably a little tired from riding in the car just now, and now he is dozing off in Sydney's arms: "Give it a name, this was personally selected by the Lord for you, do you still want to retire now?" ”

"Reilly, still called Reilly, I will not retire, I will continue to fight the Germans until the Germans completely surrender." Sydney firmly believes that the idea of retiring has long been thrown out of the clouds.