A strong wind blew up, and the dust was rolled up, forming a large haze.

The sand was blown against the window by the strong wind, making a "crackling" sound.

Bismarck's mood was even gloomier than the weather.

He knew what it would mean once the news was fermented.

It's not just as simple as ruining one's reputation, but more likely the destruction of one's family and clan.

It is definitely not Bismarck's style to sit back and wait for death after spending a lifetime.

Something must be done!

Walking to the phone, thinking about who to call first.

After spending his whole life in Prussian politics, his disciples and old officials were all over the government and the public.

Now, it's time to fight for connections.

Just as he was about to pick up the phone, the phone rang first.

"Hello!"

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, at five o'clock this evening, the Empire State Council will be held at the Empire State Building.

Please arrive on time!"

A pleasant female voice came from the phone.

"Who are you?" Bismarck frowned.

"I am the secretary to Speaker Duke Winter, Helen!

This meeting was presided over by Duke Winter."

"Duke Winter?" Bismarck suspected that he was hallucinating.

He has seen Duke Winter's shattered body, what the hell?

"Oh! To be precise, it should be Duke Winter, the son of Duke Winter, who has been sworn in at the Notre-Dame Cathedral in Munich to succeed the Duke of Bavaria."

"Why didn't I know?"

"Your Majesty Prime Minister, this is an internal matter of Bavaria."

"...!" Bismarck was speechless.

Although Bismarck was the prime minister, he could not interfere in Bavaria's internal affairs.

According to ancient European rules, the new Duke of Bavaria can only succeed among the people designated by the old Winter during his lifetime.

But the problem is that although Old Winter had numerous lovers throughout his life, he also had numerous illegitimate children.

But several wives he married in succession died without giving birth to children for him.

It was not until ten years ago that he married the niece of the Duke of Saxony, who gave birth to a son.

The only heir qualified to inherit Bavaria is only nine years old this year.

A nine-year-old baby actually wanted to convene a meeting of the Imperial Parliament.

You can imagine it with your butt, there is a huge trick in it.

"Okay, I will attend the meeting on time."

Although he knew in his heart that something was wrong with this meeting, Bismarck still had to attend it.

Because Frederick is no longer here, the decision made by the Imperial Parliament is the final decision.

Where you are, you can still fight.

If they weren't here, God knows what resolutions they could have tinkered with.

Once a decision is made that is not good for you, then...!

I looked at my watch and saw that I still had two hours to communicate with my subordinates.

Two hours is almost enough.

"Dong dong dong" Someone knocked on the oak door of the office.

"Come in!" Bismarck shouted casually, holding the receiver in one hand.

The person who came in at this time must be his secretary.

The door is open!

The person who came in was not Bismarck's secretary, but a man wearing a top hat and a trench coat.

"The Prime Minister is very busy!" Kong Tingxun sat on the desk in front of Bismarck, minding his own business.

"Hans? Who asked you to come in?" Bismarck put down the phone and frowned into a big pimple.

Kong Tingxun was actually able to walk into his office without communication!

This is so surprising.

If your guards are so lax, you will soon be dead.

"You asked me to come in. You just said, please come in!" Kong Tingxun smiled and took out his cigarette and lit it as he was doing.

Bismarck sat up straight. In the past, even if Kong Ting was given eight courage lessons, this guy would not dare to be so casual.

"Okay! Hans, why did you come to me?" Bismarck subconsciously opened the drawer and found a small pistol inside.

This pistol is much smaller than an ordinary revolver and can only hold two bullets.

But this bullet is a solid nine-millimeter bullet.

At such a close distance, not to mention people, even wild boars can be knocked over.

This thing called Palm Thunder was a gift given to him by Zhang Huangyan, the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty at that time, when he went to the Ming Dynasty last time.

In Zhang Huangyan's words, this thing represents Ming Dynasty's superb processing technology.

Bismarck never thought he would use this thing, but it seems that he may use it today.

"Don't bother, Lord Bismarck." Kong Tingxun took out two bullets from his pocket and threw them on the table casually.

Bismarck was furious for a moment. This extended nine-millimeter bullet was the special bullet used in the palm mine.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Bismarck was a little panicked.

Being able to take the bullets out of your own gun proves that someone around you has rebelled.

Moreover, it was the people close to him who rebelled.

"Wittmann!" Bismarck shouted outside.

Secretary Wittmann did not come in, and there was no reply from outside.

Kong Tingxun took off his gloves and tossed them around casually, looking up at the ceiling and groping around.

"Hans, what are you doing? I am the Chancellor of the Prussian Empire. What you are doing is a crime."

Bismarck stood up with a roar, placed his hands on the large desk, and looked at Kong Tingxun like a lion.

"I know! I know!

It doesn't matter if you sit down and talk. At such an old age, you will get dizzy if you stand up suddenly."

Kong Tingxun waved to Bismarck casually, quite like a cat and mouse.

Bismarck was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

"Perhaps you also know that His Majesty Emperor Frederick went to see God.

The government is now taken over by us."

"You bastard, who admitted that you were allowed to take over?" Bismarck retorted angrily.

"Prime Minister, don't be so angry. It's not good for your health!

You should know that if I dare to put you under house arrest and speak to you like this, I must be sure of victory.

Let me tell you this, we have taken control of Berlin."

"No matter what big talk, Franz and Hermann are both people I trust."

"He is someone you trust, but he is also a subordinate of General Moltke.

Franz, as a guard to General Moltke. Now he is the Berlin Police Chief!

Hermann is the distant nephew of General Moltke. He is now the commander of the Berlin Garrison and concurrently the commander of the Praetorian Guard.

so……!"

"Motkey, it's impossible! How could Moltke betray us? Didn't Moltke go back to Denmark?"

"General Moltke did not return to Denmark. He was very dissatisfied with your abandonment of him."

"Where is he? I want to talk to him."

"General Moltke is in Magdegeburg, and there are a lot of things to deal with there.

He has a lot of old ministries there, and it’s very convenient to deal with them.”

Bismarck sat dumbly in his chair. If Moltke really fell to them, it would be another story.

Frederick trusted Moltke for ten years and also used Moltke for ten years.

During his ten-year career as Chief of General Staff, his disciples, former officials, confidants and nephews were spread throughout the army.

When Moltke stepped down, he reminded Frederick.

But Frederick was very confident in his ability to control the army!
To be continued...