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Before dawn came, the whole city was in full sleep.

"Car!Car! StrangeCar!"

Mrs. Heyman rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her son, three-year-old Xiaomiko, was lying on the windowsill, shouting. She was about to scold her youngest son to go back to bed to sleep, but she heard a strange sound. The rumble didn't sound far away, as if some machine was working hard.

"Rive, Rave, wake up!" Mrs. Heyman shook Mr. Heyman's arm and shouted his name. The family lived next to a road near the city. Mr. Heyman was a very ordinary civil servant. His wife worked in a nearby textile factory. The young couple had a child and lived in poverty but fulfilling life. William II's death did not have much impact on the family. The Heyman and his wife did not have holidays, worked overtime, no salary increase or salary cuts. Apart from some anger, regret and sorrow, their lives were still dull.

Mr. Heyman, who was suddenly awakened, was obviously very unhappy. He shouted vaguely: "What's wrong? What's going on? Is there a thief?"

Mrs. Heyman pointed out the window, "There is a strange sound outside!"

After listening for a while, Mr. Heyman walked gently to the window.

What Nico saw was a series of vehicles traveling on the road outside the window. They were on the headlights and looked a bit strange in appearance. Some of them made a loud metal friction sound when moving forward. Next to these cars, a whole row of soldiers were moving silently.

"It's nothing, it seems that the army is just moving! Get some rest early!" Mr. Heyman, who had watched the military parade, yawned and then crawled back to the bed lazily.

"It's still a mess on such a cold night! These people are so pitiful! Come on, Miko, be good, go back to your bed!" Mrs. Heman said and retreated back into the bed.

After a while, Nico reluctantly left the windowsill.

That night, there were many citizens who were awakened like a couple, but most people did not realize what was going to happen. People regarded this as an ordinary movement of the army and did not respond to the Imperial Guards as an abnormal situation. Therefore, when the Imperial Guards soldiers discovered this unit, they had very little reaction time left.

"Uh... I lost again!"

Chen Tian breathed a sigh of relief. Tirpiz's last move was "planned for a long time", and he had no room for turning around.

Tirpiz did not speak, but looked up at the clock opposite him. It was already four o'clock.

After staring at the chessboard for a while, Chen Tian's frown and his eyebrows suddenly stretched out. Looking back at the entire chess game, Tirpiz's every move was carefully and calmly laying the foundation for the "final kill".

Chen Tian looked at the veteran in front of him again, and then thought about what happened after he came to Berlin, and he felt a lot of emotion.

Politics cannot be played casually, let alone a person like Chen Tian who is new to politics. Tirpiz is different. He has been struggling in the military for many years and enjoys the reputation of the father of the imperial navy. His understanding and understanding of politics and military circles is far beyond what ordinary people can achieve. What he has always assisted is William II, who is known for his strange temper.

Chen Tian has a little more respect for Tirpiz.

"Is it a peaceful solution or a river of blood flowing, the answer will be known soon!"

It was still silent outside the window, but Tilpiz said something like this.

Chen Tian tidied up his collar, and he had seen a lot of blood. It was the first time he had participated in the seizure of power by force, and he couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart.

"If nothing unexpected happens, everything will be decided after dawn."

Compared to the peace of the Navy, the staff of the Army were busy in a group at this time. Even their boss, General Falkenhein, had a very unnatural expression on his face.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to worry! The powerful guards are absolutely loyal to the country, and Berlin is still safe now! In addition, I have tried my best to draw army troops from outside Berlin. What is certain is that the troops stationed in Frankfurt have arrived in the eastern suburbs of Berlin. A cavalry regiment stationed near Brandenburg is on the way. Although they are not large in number, the deterrent power of the cavalry is incomparable to infantry! As for Leipzig and Hannover, the troops stationed there have some armored vehicles, but they need to arrive in Berlin until noon. As long as these troops arrive, the parliament can safely vote on the cabinet's succession proposal! Yes... don't worry... well... goodbye!"

Falkenhein sighed deeply when he hung up the phone. Once the situation involved a mutiny, politicians would panic. Even the experienced prime minister seemed quite worried on the phone, so he tried to underestimate the current situation to appease the anxious old man.

In fact, Falkenhein and the Army Department knew very well that they had completely lost control of nearly 60,000 people in the Qiteng Barracks in the southern suburbs of Berlin. This is indeed a worrying thing for the Imperial Guards with a population of only more than 100,000 and evenly distributed throughout the Berlin region. As for the abnormal situation along Berlin East Prussia, Falkenhein's staff have not found a very accurate reason, but as long as you open the map of Germany, all this is not difficult to understand.

After leaving the phone, Falkenhein walked to the window with his hands behind his back and got the news that the mutiny troops were approaching the city, he could only complain in his heart. At this time in Berlin, there was almost no soldier to mobilize except the guards of the Army and the Duke of Württemberg. The guards with less than a thousand people were naturally not the opponents of the mutiny elements, and the Duke of Württemberg may not be able to protect themselves now. What Falkenhein could hope for was that the guards that both sides could not control could delay for a little longer.

The long William Street in Berlin extends from the edge of the city to near Alexander Square. Not far from the west of this square is the symbol of empire and victory - the Brandenburg Gate (built in 1753 and rebuilt in 1788). To the north of the Brandenburg Gate is the Imperial Capitol (built in 1894, where William II read the declaration of war). To the east, you can reach the center of the empire, the seat of the imperial power - the Imperial Palace.

This street that can pass through four carriages in parallel is guarded by the South District of Berlin and the Central Imperial Guards, the southern section is led by General Garrett and his troops, and the northern section is led by General Basil and his Central Corps.

William Street Eve.

The cordon at the intersection is not as tight as people imagined. After all, this is Berlin. After the outbreak of the war, Berlin cannot even smell the smell of gunpowder. The soldiers of the Imperial Guards built two machine gun battle positions on both sides of the intersection with some sandbags, and a silver-white Maxim machine gun was placed on one side. This appearance makes people feel that their ornamentality is much greater than that of actual combat. The wide streets between the machine gun battle positions are blocked by several wooden fences with barbed wire. These wooden fences did not block the intersection, and pedestrians could pass through between the two fences. In fact, during the day, these wooden fences would be completely moved aside for cars and trams to pass.

The guards were set up here to guard General Garrett's 19th Infantry Battalion, the 5th Lancer Battalion and the 2nd Armored Battalion, about 50 infantry, 15 cavalry and 2 soldiers on armored combat vehicles were still staying up late to work. Despite the 2-hour post, these guard soldiers still endured the double torment of coldness and sleepiness.

On the street north of the intersection, there are often a team of 5 or 10 patrols passing by. Some of them follow William Street, while others turn to other streets at one intersection.

The soldiers must go through layers of strict screening for service in the glorious Imperial Guard. Everyone here has pure blood and glorious traditions. With their handsome faces and strong figures, everything about them is enviable. The infantry wears blue-gray Imperial Guard uniforms, which are similar to ordinary military uniforms, but there are many gold and red decorations in the details, especially the helmet on their heads, which is dazzling silver-white, and the officer hat of major or above.

The helmets were golden; the cavalry were wearing traditional lancer uniforms, with metal wings, and beautiful and gorgeous feather bundles on the top; the armored forces of the Imperial Guards were equipped with the standards of ordinary armored forces, and there were not many people, because the emperor originally directly controlled a whole armored army, but unfortunately, this armored force was twisted and snared by Prince during the French battle to strengthen his 5th Army, and they were fighting in Britain at this time.

As for the weapons of the infantry and cavalry of the Imperial Guards, there is no big difference between them and ordinary troops, except that they wipe the rifle, spear and sword as long as they practice shooting and sprinting.

The silent air was suddenly broken by a rapid sound of horse hooves. The riders came from the north. The soldiers saw the conspicuous feathers above the knight's head from afar. The knight and his war horses were under the street lights and light, and before the people and horses arrived at the intersection, the anxious voice came first:

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

The soldiers at the intersection were surprised. They took off their rifles on their backs, and their eyes were still staring at the knights who were approaching quickly. Everyone wanted to know what was going on.

The commander here was a cavalry lieutenant with a beautiful mustache, and he and several other cavalrymen with spears were the first to meet him.

"Sentenceman, what happened?"

The knight had tied the reins before, and both the man and the horse were breathing continuously.

"Second Lieutenant, prepare your soldiers for battle! From now on, no one is allowed to enter the city through here without the general's approval! In addition, reinforcements will soon come from the camp, and the general wants you to guard the street intersection at all costs!"

"Hold the street?" The cavalry lieutenant even had a little doubted his ears. You should know that this is William Street in Berlin. Even the nearest enemy was in Italy hundreds of kilometers away. The poor Italians had no choice but to beg for mercy at this time. As for the British, it was even more impossible for them to cross the strait with a small sampan.

"Yes! A group of troops that have lost control are now moving towards the city. Maybe the next second will appear in front of you. Your mission is to prevent them from entering the city! Okay, I will also inform others. Second Lieutenant, good luck!" After saying that, the messenger galloped away, and disappeared from another corner like the wind, leaving only a group of stunned people.

After several seconds, the lieutenant recovered and shouted at the poor infantry:

"Prepare for the battle! Close the fence!"

At this moment, a low rumble came faintly from the front, and when I heard it carefully, there were dense footsteps. The soldiers guarding the streets pulled the bolts one after another. Everyone stared at the front with their eyes wide open. The two armored combat vehicles parked on the blockade line quickly started, and the rumbling engine sound seemed to be in harmony with the sounds in the distance.

The infantrymen of the Imperial Guards patrolling nearby rushed to strengthen the street corner, but the lieutenant and his soldiers were still very nervous.

About 2 minutes later, a steel chariot with rivets suddenly appeared under the street light a hundred meters away. It rolled forward with snow-covered tracks, and the dark gun barrel on it was facing straight to this side, and the hatch door on the turret was tightly closed.

Of course, the soldiers of the Imperial Guards are familiar with this kind of thing.

The infantry guards standing or squatting behind the blockade line looked at me, and I looked at you. Even the soldiers in the two armored vehicles were confused, and the cavalry kept comforting the frightened war horses. In this environment, these brave knights felt a little furious in their hearts. What's even more terrible is that they didn't know how to stop these iron guys with bad intentions. Their bullets, bayonets, spears, and swords were just a bunch of pitiful toys in front of the tanks.

The first yellow tank passed through the light area of ​​the street light and then dimmed. Then the second tank appeared under the light, one after another, and the entire street was filled with the sound of clanging tracks.

When the first tank was only about twenty meters away from the street, the cavalry lieutenant with his right hand holding the sword tightly shouted:

"I order you to stop advancing in the name of the great Royal Guard!"

Under the street lights, the soldiers of the Imperial Guards were able to see the round rivets on the wall of the tank and the protruding muzzle of the machine gun on the front of the tank.

Those tanks are still moving forward!

The soldiers of the Imperial Guards held their fingers tightly on the trigger, and the machine gunners were ready to tilt the bullets in the ammunition belt at any time. At this time, even the air was filled with a nervous atmosphere, and the battle seemed to be about to break out.

Finally, less than 5 meters away from the Imperial Guard blockade line, the first tank stopped abruptly.

The second tank quickly drove to the position parallel to the first tank, and the third tank drove up without hesitation, and the three tank guns were aimed closely at the helpless guard soldiers in front of them.

A gust of cold wind blew, and someone was trembling slightly.

The Imperial Guards are great, but not invincible.
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