. "Royal Hussar Regiment? Humph! It's not so good!"

A gray-white Prussian military cap with a dome cloth, and the empty magazine retreated. Next to him, some other soldiers holding pistols or rifles were firing at the corridor. Bullets flew back and forth in this small space, constantly shaking shallow pits on the ornate walls.

However, what the lieutenant said was not German, but pure French!

"Shut up, don't talk!" A lieutenant next to him who also held the Ruger 08 pistol shouted in a low voice, "Do you want to die?"

The lieutenant immediately closed his mouth in disappointment, changed the magazine and continued to fire at the opposite side.

The soldiers of the Royal Hussar Regiment mentioned by the lieutenant were suppressed at the other end of the corridor. Judging from the gunshots, they were at a disadvantage in terms of number and firepower. Moreover, the soldiers on the lieutenant quickly set up a "firebird" light machine gun. With the rapid and crisp rattle sound, the soldiers on the opposite side had almost no power to fight back.

At this time, the lieutenant couldn't help but move to the lieutenant and asked in a very low voice.

"Sir, let's advise them to surrender!"

Of course, this sentence is still in French.

"Idiot, do you know the first order of the German Imperial Guard? Let me tell you that if you don't win, you will die!" The lieutenant told his subordinates that the other party would never surrender no matter what. He looked at the front with a look of admiration and regret, and the lieutenant waved his hand and dozens of people wearing German infantry uniforms rushed up without hesitation. Many of them were swept down by bullets on the way, but in the end, many rushed to the end of the corridor, and a bloody and tragic hand-to-hand battle broke out there.

This one-sided battle began at midnight, and the site of the Cecilienhof Palace, known for its gorgeousness and elaboration. The attackers launched an attack from the palace gate and side gate in a sudden attack, and then continued to advance into the palace. The 7th Royal Cavalry Regiment of the German Royal Cavalry. Although the regiment consisted of 2850 officers and soldiers, 20 artillery pieces, 75 light and heavy machine guns and 260 war horses, there were usually only 3 companies stationed in the palace. There were less than 400 officers, and the main force of the regiment was stationed in the Huffer Barracks 3 kilometers away.

Although this was a battle without warning, the soldiers of Fernan and the soldiers of the Imperial Guards he commanded took up their weapons at the first time. In the dark, they found it difficult to tell the specific number of attackers, but the opponent seemed to have endless soldiers. The defenders defeated the few that rushed in the front, and then several times or even dozens of times the enemy rushed up. The fierce battle continued from one corridor of the palace to another. The defenders resisted with rooms, railings and all obstacles that could be used, but as the casualties increased, the battle situation gradually developed in a direction that was not conducive to the defense. After Fernan's death, his soldiers lost their commander, but did not give up on resistance. Everyone had only one thought in their mind: to keep here until reinforcements arrived!

It originally took only a quarter of an hour to run from Hufu Barracks to this palace, but when he heard the gunshot, the main force of the regiment who set off from Hufu Barracks was blocked by the enemy halfway! Faced with the setting of trenches and dense machine gun fire in advance, the brave soldiers rushed three times in a row but failed to move forward, and the battle was in a stalemate.

From the moment the gunfire sounded, the residents of Potsdam fell into a helpless uneasy.

"What happened?" People were filled with questions, but their police chief did not come out to answer this question. To be precise, the person in charge of the city's security had lost his freedom of movement. A group of unknown militants not only quickly captured the police station and railway station in Potsdam. They also buried mines on the main roads leading to the outside world. All trains were convenient to the city ten kilometers away from the city center and had to be unable to move forward because the railway tracks were damaged.

Although the fierce gunfire filled people's ears, the streets of the city were empty, with only a few corpses facing up against the sky under the street lights. These were the residents who walked out of the house to find out at the beginning, but they were knocked down by bullets from unknown places as soon as they walked on the street. Looking at their family or neighbors in a pool of blood, some residents opened fire at any suspicious location with their weapons, but without exception, fell under the strange gunfire.

People don’t know that the god of death is on the tall church bell towers in the city, but after witnessing all this, the remaining residents stayed at home and did not dare to go out for a second. There were even fewer people who turned on the lights, and almost every window was covered with thick curtains.

In this way, Potsdam, a small town just dozens of kilometers away from Berlin, was incredibly in a panic.

The imperial capital Berlin, only a few dozen kilometers away from this small town, was not awakened by the noisy here. But the bustling city soon fell into a similar dilemma!

There is an elegantly-looking villa on the banks of the Havre Tagore Canal in the southern suburbs of Berlin. Outsiders rarely know who this villa belongs to, and the owner does not live here for most of the year. In fact, it belongs to a great man of extraordinary status. He will only move in with his own guards when a very important military conference is held in Berlin or when a meaningful event occurs at home and abroad.

It was also midnight that the villa was attacked by a group of unidentified people. The armed attack in the German capital was usually an unimaginable thing, but it did happen. The attackers subdued the guards who defended the villa in just ten minutes. None of the well-trained guards escaped from the attack.

Obviously, this is not something that ordinary robbers can do.

When the leader of the attacker, a man in the uniform of a German Army lieutenant, stood in front of Tirpitz, the old general, known as the founder of the German navy, was not panicked at all. This villa was his private property in Berlin. Not long ago, he was summoned to Berlin. After meeting the emperor, he did not return to the manor in his fiefdom, but lived here temporarily.

The person responsible for defending this villa was 30 officers and soldiers from the Navy, three of whom were officers and 27 were ordinary soldiers, equipped with naval Ruger pistols and Mauser rifles, and three other military horses for emergency contact and other emergencies.

"Dear Marshal, I hope you don't mind our reckless actions!" Even the words of respect and politeness were insincere when they spoke from this person.

Tirpitz calmly buttoned up the last button of his shirt, and ignored the person in front of him.

The man in black sneered awkwardly, as if he had already prepared for this situation. He summoned a subordinate and told him a few words. After he left everyone else, he sat down in front of Tirpitz in a calm manner.

"Marson Marshal, don't worry, we won't hurt a single hair of your hair, but we're going to feel wronged that you've been here for a while!"

"Hmph. A group of ignorant guys!" Tirpitz said contemptuously. Compared with the strong winds and waves he had experienced, these attackers in military uniforms were just a group of inconspicuous little shrimps.

"Marson, to the eyes of big men like you, we are just small characters who are not as good as sand, but who can guarantee that the small characters cannot do something earth-shaking?" The lieutenant smiled embarrassedly. Judging from his age, expression and tone of his speech, he did not look like an ordinary army lieutenant in any case.

Tirpitz naturally understood these details that the other party not only had a special identity, but also the soldiers he brought were not ordinary people. Otherwise, his guard would not be subdued without a single shot.

"No matter how many small characters are, I can't even shake the foundation of a country!" Tirpitz said coldly. This coldness is not just disdain. At the same time, he is also holding back the victims. He knows the young men in his guard very well. They will not surrender unless they lose their ability to resist, and the facts are indeed the case.

The second lieutenant shrugged, not disappointed or angry at this. In his consciousness, the outcome does not depend entirely on strength and situation. If he has strategy, he can defeat the strong with the weak and defeat the more with the few. On the contrary, no matter how strong a person is, he may lose his life because of his negligence.

When he saw the other person's shrugging, Tirpitz's eyes showed a subtle change that was difficult for outsiders to detect.

"Do you think that kidnapping me can make Germany compromise with you? Then you really overestimate me!" Tirpitz said while observing the other party's expression.

The second lieutenant looked at the old coach disapprovingly, "Oh? That's a pity! I didn't expect that a person like you, who is hardworking and contributing, is so valuable in the eyes of the government!"

"I am a man who is about to become history. No wise government will compromise with other countries for me! In my opinion, the best way is to treat me as a memorial to the martyrs on the battlefield, and severely punish those countries that are secretly damaging!" Tirpitz said passionately, as if he was about to die heroically.

The lieutenant smiled, laughing so presumptuously in front of the marshal who was of unknown level.

"Please don't be excited! I said at the beginning that we will not hurt your hair. What you lose is just a short period of freedom, that's all!"

Tirpitz was silent.

At this time, the door was knocked, and then a man in an ordinary soldier uniform came in. He muttered a few words in the second lieutenant's ear and left with a nervous look on his face.

After turning back, the lieutenant returned to his politeness when he first came in, "Dear Marshal, if you don't mind, please tell us where General Matthew is now!"

"General Matthew?" Tirpitz looked at the other party in surprise, "General Lucas Matthew, the commander of the Imperial Guard?"

"That's right, it's that little fox!" The lieutenant said gritting his teeth, his expression was completely different from his previous indifference.

From this expression, Tirpitz was even more sure of his guess.

"Sorry, I have never been concerned about the matter of the Imperial Guard and I don't have that power! I think you should know the German military system very well. The Imperial Guard only serves allegiance to the emperor!"

Regarding Tirpitz's explanation, the lieutenant nodded in agreement.

"This cunning guy disappeared like an invisible person!"

At the same time as they attacked Tirpitz's residence, another group of mysterious people raided the residence of General Matthew, the commander-in-chief of the Berlin Imperial Guards, and subdued the Imperial Guards there. However, what surprised them was that Matthew, who returned to his residence at dinner, disappeared at this time, but no vehicles left there from beginning to end!

Although this small incident did not fundamentally affect the attacker's plan, it is a bad omen for these guys with a mysterious identity.

However, after losing an important prey, these people at least received some compensation from another place - the battle to attack the Cecilienhof Palace finally ended with all the defenders' soldiers killed. The attackers found Albrecht, the Duke of Württemberg, who was under house arrest in a secret room.

"His Royal Highness! We are ordered to take you out of here!" A captain in the head said in extremely poor German. Looking at these guys wearing German army uniforms but unable to speak German, the duke obviously hesitated.

"Who are you? Did the emperor send you to kill me? Humph, you go back and tell him that if you want to kill, you don't need to play such a funny farce!"

"Your Highness, we are the people of Grand Duke Etel Friedrich!" The lieutenant just now said word by word, afraid that his stiff German would not be understood by the other party.

Although he was still skeptical, the Duke thought for a few seconds and decided to follow the group of people.

At this time, the entire palace had completely calmed down, but gunfire sounds were heard from time to time in the distance. In the ornate corridor, around the elegant and exquisite garden fountain, and on the marble stairs, many corpses were lying everywhere. Among them, there were blue ornate military uniforms, pointed steel helmets, ordinary gray military uniforms, and dome helmets, and the blood exposed to the cold air was rapidly turning black from bright red.

Passing through this bloody palace, the Duke and his party arrived at the main entrance, where a Daimler car had already been parked. In that car, the Duke finally saw a familiar face.

"General Ferman Korran, why is it you?" At this time, Albrecht was still surprised, but no longer hesitated, because the major general in front of him was the confidant of Etel Friedrich, the second son of William II.

"Your Highness, let me explain everything to you later. We must leave here as soon as possible!" Kolan immediately signaled the driver to drive. At this time, gunfire was still dense in the distance. It seemed that the Imperial Guards launched another attack.
Chapter completed!