After the dinner, the commanders still seemed a little unfulfilled when they left the hall.

The attendants were busy cleaning the dining table, while Chen Tian and others returned to the Legion Command, where there was already a stack of information waiting for them to read.

"Our army found General Garyeni's body in the French command in Paris. Judging from the scene, he died of suicide!" Hoffman picked up a telegram and read it. "So far, the armored troops have occupied the parliament building in the city center, and the French are still resisting in some neighborhoods. It is expected that our flag will be inserted throughout Paris before dawn tomorrow!"

Chen Tian shook his head with a little regret and said softly: "Poor Gallieni, he would have become a hero of France. He used taxis, buses, trucks and other vehicles from Paris citizens to form the first and greatest mechanized transport team in history, transporting a large number of French soldiers from the rear to the battlefield of the Marne River, thus creating the Marne River miracle, causing the German army to be fatally blocked in the Marne River area, and the entire Western Front battle will also turn a big turn there. Unfortunately, this tragic history has not happened again!"

"Marne River? History repeats itself? Your Highness, I don't quite understand what you are talking about?" Although Chen Tian's voice was very small, Hoffman still heard a few of them.

"France map!" Chen Tian did not intend to avoid this issue, but asked the staff to spread a large French map on the table. "In fact, it's nothing, it's just a speculation about the battle situation on the Western Front!"

Chen Tian has become accustomed to saying what had happened in history as his previous speculation, so in the eyes of his generals, their prince always has some strange and surprising "speculations".

"To the east of Paris, here! It is the winding and long river of Marne, which is like a natural trench guarding the east gate of Paris. At first, I speculated that the French and our army would have a fierce battle here. Fortunately, what I was worried about did not happen! The French did not launch a battle here, to be precise, it was too late to gather enough troops here to fight!" Chen Tian pointed to the blue line east of Paris on the map. At this time, Markenson, Olger and Hoffmann looked puzzled.

"In late August, after the border battle, our army's right and middle troops rushed out of Belgium. The powerful right-wing group composed of the Cluke Army, the Billot Army and the Hausen Army was like a scythe, and its end swept across the French coast. At the end of August, the Cluke Army had already crossed the Marne River from north of Paris. At this time, the middle and left-wing groups were blocked on the Verdun-Nancy-Tur. Our army's right and middle groups on the Western Front were actually unfolding along a huge arc from Verdun to Paris."

"At this time, the Cluke Army on the right wing of our army was to bypass Paris to cut off the French rear route, so that our army could completely encircle the main force of the French army. Of course, Paris is also in this encirclement; and if the French army takes the opportunity to launch an attack on the connection between the Cluke Army and the Billot Army in the Marne area, they will likely cut off the right wing of our army! No matter which side completes its own deployment, it will be fatal to the other side!" Chen Tian felt that the starting point of the Cluke Army bypassing Paris was good, but because Moltke did not implement the "Schliffen" plan to hit the force!

The measurement on the right wing led to a crack between the Cluke Army in the front of the right wing and the Bilo Army in the later period. The French took advantage of the opportunity when the Cluke Army had not completed its encirclement and launched a large-scale battle against this crack. This is the background of the Battle of the Marne River in history. The result in history was that the Cluke Army was one step slower, and the French army completed the offensive deployment and then launched a fierce battle with the German army in the Marne River area. In the end, the two armies fell into the confrontation stage of trench warfare. In the following three years, the advance and retreat of the positions of both sides did not exceed 16 kilometers, and the German dream finally stopped here.

"The Cluke Army was one step faster than the French army and completed the encirclement of the French retreat. The French army was only thinking about seizing the way and fleeing. Their plan to counterattack in early September was completely bankrupt! I have to thank the Crown Prince Prince! Because he helped a little while the Cluke Army attacked the Scarlet Fortress, Cluke's soldiers entered France through Belgium as soon as possible! After that, the main force of the French army retreated to the Seine defense line, Verdun, the Nance-Turr defense line and Paris all became isolated islands and were gradually captured by our army! The fall of Paris was destined from the Scarlet Fortress!" After the explanation, Chen Tian breathed a sigh of relief and compared the past history as his own speculation. It was indeed a very interesting thing, and it could give his generals more knowledge.

Everyone thought hard for a long time before they suddenly realized it.

"However, the Cluke Army is still alone. After cutting off the main line of the French army, it is unable to prevent all French troops from retreating, resulting in more than 700,000 French troops being able to escape!" Hoffman said with some frustration, "This is the consequence of not implementing the 'Schliffen Plan'. Although you win, you cannot decide the world in one battle!"

"Yes, after conquering Paris, there is still the Seine defense line waiting for us!" Markenson no longer had the joy he had before.

"The war will continue! The French lost Paris, but they retained the new force. The Parisians' hope was shattered, but the French still have hope!" Orger also looked disappointed.

"Okay, my chief of staff and commanders, don't be too pessimistic, everything is going in a good direction! The battle on the Eastern Front seems to be coming to an end soon. Everyone says we are joining the Western Front troops to attack the Seine defense line, or landing on the British Isles to repair the British?"

"Repair the British!" the other three said in unison, and then laughed calmly.

At this time, the Austrian commander-in-chief, Grand Duke Friedrich and his generals were also laughing. In just one day, they occupied a large area of ​​territory in Belarus, and the Russian army did not resist at all.

"Today is just the beginning. Tomorrow we will occupy more land, the whole of Belarus, then Ukraine, and finally Moscow! Our empire will answer the most glorious era in our hands!" The Grand Duke raised the wine glass in his hand, "Cheers for the empire!"

The Austrian generals also raised their glasses to celebrate, not knowing that their path to advance was not smooth.

With the outbreak of the revolution, the Finnish region, which is still under Russian control, is also in turmoil. The Finnish people, who are oppressed by the Tsarist government, have taken up weapons to respond to the revolution. As the capital of the Finnish region, Helsinki, which is heavily guarded, is still in a very stable state on the surface. In order to welcome the arrival of the Tsar, officials are actively busy. Russian garrisons have also entered the city to ensure the absolute safety of the Tsar and the royal family.

However, under this surface calm, there is a more surging undercurrent.

Pokara Naval Base, once an important Russian naval base in the Gulf of Finland, was once stationed with large warships of the Russian Baltic Fleet. However, the hustle and bustle of the past will never return with the Baltic Fleet heading to the Far East for revenge. Currently, there are only a small number of light warships and thousands of naval officers and soldiers stationed here, and three lonely forts stand on the hills on both sides of the port.

Teams of Russian sailors carrying rifles patrolled everywhere, the dock was cleaned up, and the pitiful warships in the harbor were neatly anchored on the side of the dock, and everything here was preparing for the fleet escorting the Tsar.

Near a warehouse in the camp, a group of black shadows were quietly touching the sentries. The cool sea breeze made the sentries feel a little chill, and they had no idea that the fatal danger was behind them. More than ten seconds later, the four sentries fell silently at almost the same time. The shadows just now quickly crossed the sentries' bodies. The door of the warehouse was quickly opened, and rows of rifles were neatly placed inside, but the shadows seemed not satisfied. After taking away all the weapons inside, they touched the other warehouses.

In the rows of barracks on the east and west sides of the naval base, nearly a thousand officers and soldiers of the fortress garrison had just fallen asleep, and the snoring sounds in the barracks were heard one after another. Corporal Karachev suddenly felt a sense of discomfort in his abdomen. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, swayed out of the barracks, and moved towards the toilet not far away. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from not far away, "Who? I'm not sleeping so late!"

"Who? I'm still trying so late!" Captain Mognov, the officer on duty, also asked the same question on the destroyer "Tumat".

Soon, they all received satisfactory answers and were both knocked unconscious with a butt.

"No movement is allowed! We are revolutionary armed forces belonging to the people. People from poor backgrounds. Those who want to turn over and become masters and those who are willing to participate in the revolution, please stand up! Those who dare to go against the people will never have a good end!" Looking at the black gun, many sleepy soldiers did not understand what was going on. It took a while before someone shouted: "Revolution! Revolution! Defeat the Tsar! Defeat the landlord!"

In this way, many soldiers joined the revolutionary ranks in a daze, and some officers who planned to resist were either shot dead or seized on the spot. By 12 o'clock in the evening, more than 2,700 soldiers supporting the revolution had occupied the weapons warehouse and all the forts at the Pokala Naval Base, and only sporadic gun battles occurred during the whole process.

Among the 14 warships anchored in the harbor, the two largest destroyers were soon controlled by the revolutionaries, who held the officers who supported the Tsar in the cabin. The searchlights on the warships were opened, and their main guns slowly turned, and the muzzles were swept back and forth on other warships in the harbor. Any general with bad intentions would become their target. Under this deterrence, the other warships quickly made wise choices, and the entire naval base fell quickly into the control of the revolutionary party almost without bloodshed.

The fleet escorted the Tsar was unaware of what happened in Pokara, nor did they know what happened in the command room of the battleship "Gangut".

The captain and the first lieutenant sat silently on the side of the command room. Opposite them were numerous uprising sailors holding weapons and eager to try.

"Captain! We started to serve in the army under your hands 10 years ago. We respect your personality! Now I ask you, will you follow us to join the revolution? If you follow us, you are still the leader of this ship, and we will definitely obey your orders! If you don't follow us, we will not make things difficult for you, but you must stay in the cabin under our protection!" The uprising sailor elected the speaker Zahwaukee as the interim commander, but he did not have the experience of commanding a warship, so he still had expectations for this honest old captain.

Their captain, General Kudlin, 61, was a person who was not very fond of his superiors. Because of this, he had been a general for more than ten years, but had been a captain on an old cruiser with backward conditions. It was not until the battleship was launched that the Russian Navy, which was really lacking in manpower, transferred him and his troops, and the old general got rid of the poor wooden shell battleship.

The old captain was staring at his delicate wooden pipe in a daze. He was not as harsh and mean to his subordinates as other Russian officers, but he was still in a fierce ideological struggle in his mind.

The first mate did not make a sound, the second mate did not make a sound, and the captain of the commander did not make a sound. Like Zachwaukee, they were all the old subordinates of General Kulinder. They had already made up their minds: follow the old captain!

"I want to know what you plan after you master this warship? Are you planning to attack the emperor's 'Sevastopol' battleship?" The old captain lit the tobacco in his pipe and took a sip. The strong smell of tobacco quickly spread.

"This..." Zahwaukee was a little hesitant. He was just a team leader of the Revolutionary Party's development on this ship. He didn't have much thought about how to do it. His original plan was to bring the ship back to St. Petersburg and put it under the control of the Revolutionary Party.

"My superiors did not have instructions, but if the emperor could be killed, I think it would be beneficial and harmless to the revolution!"

Kudlin sprayed a ball of smoke from his mouth, and then coughed gently, "Young man, our warship is full of 1,322 people, and now there are only 755 people including you and me. Our B turret is a bit malfunctioning, and the rangefinder is the same! So don't expect our combat effectiveness to be strong, not to mention that there are three warships with the same tonnage as us in the fleet, and the torpedoes on those destroyers are not decorations! If we attack or escape at them, do you know how much chance of winning?"

Zahwaukee was surprised, but the captain did not seem to be against the revolution, which made him feel a little relieved, "Captain, then do you want to join our uprising?"

"Don't say that, I'm old. I just hope to bring this warship back to the motherland intact, no matter whether our country is the emperor or your revolutionary party is the master! After that, I should retire and go home to accompany my family!" The old captain's tone was deeply helpless. His age has witnessed the rise and fall of the Russian navy for more than half a century. Perhaps he has long lost confidence in this navy.

"Captain, thank you!" Zahwaki signaled the other sailors to put away their weapons, "We will entrust our lives and this battleship to you!"

Kulinder looked up at the first mate second mate and the commander of the engineer, and they all nodded firmly.

"Okay! The first mate, slowly lower our speed, and at the same time, he sent a signal to the 'Sevastopol', telling them that our boiler had a malfunction and we would need to spend two hours to repair it, so that they could go to Pokara first, and we would come as soon as possible!" The old captain said as he walked to the window, and under the night sky, he could only see the vaguely flashing of the battleship in front of him.

On the battleship "Sevastopol", General Kolchak did not dare to neglect after receiving the telegram. He walked straight to the cabin where Grand Duke Nicholas was and gently knocked on Grand Duke's door.

"Who?" A hoarse and tired voice came from the room.

"Your Highness, it's me, Brigadier General Kolchak! The battleship "Gangut" sent a signal saying that their boiler had a malfunction and would take 2 hours to repair!"

Half a minute later, the hatch door creaked open, and the grand duke seemed to be very weak. He took the report and took a look, "After all, it is a warship that has not yet been in service, so many problems!"

"Yes, Your Highness! There is no need to disturb His Majesty the Emperor! Should we let them come later?" Kolchak also felt that nothing was wrong. The warship did take two months to serve. The crew on it was not complete and skillful enough. There was nothing strange about failure.

"Well..." The Grand Duke was about to turn around, "Wait, send a company of guards to the ship if you need help, and leave another destroyer for escort!"

"Yes!" Kolchak quickly left.

After receiving the signal sent back by "Sevastopol", Kudlin frowned, "It seems that the emperor is not stupid!"

"Captain, what happened?" At this time, most of the sailors had left the command room. They brought their weapons and began patrolling everywhere on the ship. Zahwaki and several other sailors stayed to contact and take care of them.

"The emperor sent a company of guards and a destroyer to 'protect' us!" There was not much turbulence on Kudlin's weather-beaten face. "Mr. Revolutionary Party, it seems that you and your people have to put away their weapons so that they will not be seen by the guards soldiers! We cannot show any flaws before the other warships leave, do you understand?"

"Captain... I understand! You should still call me Sergeant as usual! I offended you just now, I hope you don't mind! From now on, I am still your soldier!" Zahwaukee gave a serious salute, and then asked the other two sailors to go down and notify the others.

In the dark environment, it took the entire guard soldiers an hour to board the battleship "Gangute", and another 900-ton destroyer "Nantala" was also ordered to "guard" next to the "Gangute".
Chapter completed!