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"Everyone is acting, hurry up!"

At the door of an inconspicuous barracks, the lieutenant with a mustache greeted his soldiers loudly. The soldiers running out of the barracks were all wearing standard combat equipment: pointed helmets, gray winter military uniforms, leather boots, Mauser 1898 rifles, bayonets, bullet belts, grenades, kettles, debris bags, and light and heavy machine guns and mortars equipped with platoons.

In the camp, the beams of the searchlights swept back and forth, and people's ears were filled with footsteps, commands, and the rumbling engines coming from a distance. The soldiers quickly assembled in companies and then advanced towards the predetermined destination under the leadership of the officers. On the road between the barracks, tanks sprayed with white smoke or armored vehicles loaded with soldiers drove by, and the correspondents riding on horses were busy conveying the latest orders to troops at all levels.

Oli, who was standing at the entrance of the command department, raised his hand and looked at his watch. At midnight, three people in his command were sitting in his command center, a major in his early thirties, a lieutenant colonel in his forties, and a colonel in his forties and nearly fifty years old.

On the noisy night, the noisy Qiteng Army camp.

The Duke of Württemberg and his officers naturally would not turn a blind eye to the lively scenes in the camp. However, at this moment, they were surprised to find that all the phones leading to the outside world were blocked, and the four exits in the southeast, southwest and northwest of the camp were also blocked by the troops of Bilo and Rupresit.

"What are they going to do? Are His Highness Billo and Rupresit crazy? How could they do such a move in Berlin! They simply ignore the government and authority of the empire!" The duke clenched his fists and shouted angrily, and his staff and officers also looked angry.

"It's really unbelievable that they dare to launch a mutiny!" The staff members could not find any better words than mutiny in the current situation.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became. The Duke turned around and shouted in a roaring voice: "Your Majesty just passed away, it is shameful for them to do this! They should be punished severely, they should be put into prison, and the perpetrator should be shot to death!"

Before the officers could respond, another officer hurriedly ran in from outside.

"Sir Duke, it's not good, our camp is surrounded!"

"What?" The Duke widened his eyes, and there was an uproar in his command. For them, any lucky fantasy was shattered at this moment.

"Yes, there are troops surrounded by the 4th Army and the 6th Army. We also found yellow painted tanks and armored vehicles in the northeast of the battalion. Those expeditionary forces that arrived in the afternoon!" The officer's supplement just now made everyone present look cool, which also means that they were surrounded by troops several times their own and armoured weapons. Since they returned to China to participate in the military parade and repair, they did not carry many heavy weapons and anti-tank weapons. In other words, those tanks and armored vehicles could easily rush into their barracks, and they had almost no power to fight back.

"These bastards! I'm going to smash their noses with my fists! The old and confused Bilo, the undry Rupresit, and those candids who can only go to Turkey!" The duke walked back and forth like a crazy bull. After about half a minute, he pointed at the generals and school officials present, "You come with me, I see who dares to touch me!"

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and had to follow the Duke of Württemberg out of the command center.

Although there were thousands of soldiers gathered in the camp, the air was still cold on the winter night. At this time, the light columns of searchlights on both sides gathered at the edge of the camp of the Duke of Württemberg, where soldiers on both sides were confronting with guns. The soldiers on both sides were wearing the same uniforms, holding the same weapons, and keeping the same Germanic blood. The only thing that could be used to distinguish between each other was the only towels on the left arm of the soldiers outside. Here, whether it was the encircler or the encircled, most people did not know the cause of the situation, and only a few middle and senior officers knew the reason.

The Duke walked straight to the northeast of the camp, which was also the direction of the central playground of Qiteng's barracks. As his officers reported, the yellow-painted tanks and armored vehicles were particularly conspicuous among the black crowd. The engines of these iron lumps were not extinguished. From time to time, blue smoke rose from their tails. The driver and the captain poked their heads out from their hatches, while the black muzzle was directly facing the crowd here.

The guns of their own people are guns, bayonets and bayonets. These officers and soldiers who have been through the battlefield for a long time and have been used to life and death feel as if they are dreaming, a nightmare!

“Get out of here!”

The duke's roar was vigorous and excited. He was like a crazy gorilla, and he almost hit his chest with his fist. The soldiers on this side turned their heads and looked at their commander, and at the same time they consciously made way out of a road to the edge of the camp.

The gorilla rushed through the crowd and came to the encirclement. He glanced at the soldiers holding weapons, towels in front of him, and the ugly colored tank behind them.

"I am the Duke of Württemberg, and ask your commander to see me!" The gorilla roared wildly. After a few seconds, he repeated it again when he saw that the other crowd did not respond.

Facing the Duke of Württemberg whose blood was boiling, the soldiers on the periphery neither responded nor gave way. Apart from the muzzle and bayonet, only Leng Jun's faces responded to him.

After a long time there was no movement, the depressed and angry duke wanted to continue walking forward, but his officers grabbed him tightly. Although the German soldiers did not offend their boss' habits, the soldiers opposite were real guys, and they were affiliated with other army groups, and they were determined to execute the orders of superiors. If the duke insisted on breaking into the other bayonet, if the scene was lost, some accidents would inevitably occur.

Just as the officers were about to pull the Duke back to the command center to find another way, the soldiers opposite them finally made some noise. The originally airtight front line gradually moved away from a two-way wide passage. After a while, a few people walked out of the passage, to be precise, several senior officers wearing gorgeous military coats.

"Hisser Duke, why are you so angry!"

What came from the air was a very magnetic sound. The duke's angry roar made people restless, but this sound made people feel comfortable. The surroundings fell silent for a while, and it was even a little terrifying.

"His Royal Highness, look at your soldiers, who siege friendly forces without receiving orders and offend senior officers. They are so lawless! If you have lost control of them, then let me solve this problem for you!" Although they seemed very dissatisfied with their words, the Duke still left a lot of room for the royal nobles.

"Sorry, Lord Duke, my soldiers have scared you!"

Crown Prince Rupresit seemed very calm and polite. In this case, he could still maintain the spirit of a general and comfort the soldiers' mentality. This was also his superiority to other princes and crown princes. He served as the supreme commander of a group of troops, and no one raised any objection from the emperor to the soldiers.

Rupresit's attitude made the Duke unable to get angry. He put away his anger and said calmly:

"In this case, I think this small friction is just a misunderstanding, so please ask Your Highness to remove them!"

"I'm sorry!" The crown prince's tone was still calm, but no one would ignore the meaning behind this sentence.

The fantasy that the Duke of Württemberg had actually been meaningless from the beginning. Standing beside the crown prince was General Carl von Bilo, the commander of the 4th Army. From his expression, you can clearly know that there is no room for negotiation in this confrontation.

"I don't understand!" The duke stared blankly at Rupresit, a few meters in front of him. His heart was filled with huge questions. He didn't understand why the Bavarian crown prince, who had always been low-key in politics, adopted such a tough attitude at this time, and he didn't understand why the crown prince, who had no deep friendship with Chen Tian, ​​took such a great risk to launch a mutiny.

"Actually, this is very simple!" A thoughtful smile appeared on Rupreset's face, "Defend the power of the royal family!"

"The power of the royal family?" Wurtemberg silently repeated these words.

Rupresit waved his hand, and soldiers from the periphery rushed forward, and the "ugly" iron lumps also rumbled, and they pushed forward with an unstoppable momentum...

Berlin, Army Department.

Since the Qi Teng barracks and the tens of thousands of garrisons inside could not be contacted as if they had disappeared, Falkenhein had an ominous premonition. When he received a call from the Prime Minister and learned about what had happened in the palace before, he became more determined.

"mutiny!"

These two words seem so shocking. Falkenhein couldn't think of why Chen Tian, ​​who is usually kind, wise and selfless, would use this method to express his yearning for power.

However, Falkenhein knew very well that he was not the case?

The glory of the old Moltke shines on the German army, and the achievements of the god of war are what every soldier yearns for.

When a country has characters like Bismarck and Mafia the Old, it is terrible.

Falkenhein believed that his abilities were comparable to those of the old Moltke and he needed enough room to play. On this European continent, there were Italy, Greece, Russia, and even the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Spain. The German army could go further and the empire's territory could continue to expand.

Falkenhein stood alone in front of the world map. He could see Chen Tian's ambition, but could not see his future.

"Paul Von Hindenburg!" The Army Minister murmured this name in his heart. This man had a healthy body, no less than his military ability and extraordinary relationship with Chen Tian. All of this seemed to have been destined for a long time.

Unconsciously, Falkenhein's eyes moved to the small protrusion in southeast England, where nearly 300,000 well-equipped troops of the Hindenburg Army were thrust into the British's weakness like a sharp dagger.

London!

The soldiers of Hindenburg are devouring the heart of the British Empire. The victory or defeat of this battle has long been lost. Hindenburg will become a world-renowned hero like Chen Tian. They will become a new synonym for victory. They will be written into the history of Germany. How many people will remember themselves behind the cheers of victory?

"The emperor is famous. As for the Minister of the Army, there is also the so-called Chief of Staff!" Falkenhein smiled coldly and bitterly, "Hmph, I will always be the hero behind the scenes!"

It was already midnight, and sleepy insects began to cause trouble. Whether it was the Imperial Army or the Navy, the strong coffee smell was like floating around. The hot coffee in the command center was an indispensable scenery like beer at the Carnival. It is said that coffee has the effect of losing weight, and beer can make people gain weight. Germans love both drinks, so there are young people with beautiful figures on the streets, and there are also beer belly with big belly.

Chen Tian, ​​who had just put down the coffee cup, obviously belonged to the former. He was just over thirty years old and worked hard in war and looked a little thin; while Tirpitz, who was over 60 years old, was already very obvious. After taking off his hat, his bald head and his iconic two-length beard looked very unique.

When... when...

The ground bell in a corner of the conference room suddenly rang twice, reminding the people present that it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. Tirpiz steadily put down his porcelain gold-edged coffee cup, "Your Highness, the night is long, why not play chess!"

Chen Tian suddenly remembered the ancient Chinese poem "Strategizing and winning a thousand miles". He didn't expect that Tirpiz was still so elegant at this time. Since everything was arranged and the rest was just waiting, he happily agreed to this suggestion. Being able to "disappear in ashes while chatting and laughing" like Zhuge Kongming was also a very high artistic conception.

When Chen Tian and Tilpiz were playing the first chess game, the vanguard of the Matthew's corps was slowly approaching Stedeing Station. The officers and soldiers on the train were far less calm than the two generals. They looked out nervously through the windows and gaps of the carriage.

Wolfgang von Wagner, the army lieutenant colonel with a noble temperament, is actually just an officer with great talent for acting in the Bat Legion. With the death of Thomas's piece and the chess player behind it, Chen Tian and Matthew no longer had much concern about the use of the Bat Legion. The "destroyers" who had outstanding performance in the early reconnaissance and sabotage landing in Britain have a stage to show their acting skills here.

After controlling Konitz Station, Wagner and his companions followed suit to control the other six small stations along the way. However, Wagner was still a little nervous about the large station like the Stedetin Railway Station. You should know that Stedetin is a very important port city in the Empire. The Volgan shipyard here built the "Rhine" and many light ships among the Nassau-class battleships for the Imperial Navy. The coast guards and a naval fleet guarded the city. According to the information they had previously discovered, there were no less than two companies of guards stationed at Stedetin Station.
Chapter completed!