Two years earlier, Garion had written an article about the rise of Germany, only to spark a political earthquake in Berlin two years later. While the MPs were celebrating their victory in a drunken dream, their most feared conservative demon returned to Berlin and brought bad news to everyone.

King Wilhelm will make Chancellor Bismarck the prime minister, responsible for promoting the reforms in Berlin, and he will give the other party full responsibility and power without interrogation - the original parliamentarians thought that after the last suppression, Bismarck could be reined in, but they did not expect that as soon as he came to power, he began to shoot at the liberals in the parliament who blocked him in the first place.

Come out and mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back.

Bismarck's reason for the knife was precisely Gallián's article, in which he firmly believed that some members of the Reichstag had colluded with France to sell state secrets.

The coup d'état was directly intervened by the military, and Ron was in charge of commanding the garrison to "impose martial law" in Berlin, and then they trumpeted to the population that the MPs had betrayed Germany by betraying information to Paris.

The lie of three truths and seven lies soon spread among the people, who angrily denounced the shamelessness of the Reichstag and actively supported Chancellor Bismarck's punishment of "traitors to the German people".

In this way, the Reichstag was turned against the generals, and even if they wanted to incite a popular uprising, they had no chance to resist the reforms in Berlin.

Many were forcibly lifted from their sleep, and the tall and strong soldiers dragged the congressman directly in the direction of the door, no matter how much they struggled, they could not change the fate that was about to meet them.

By this time the carriage leading to the prison on the outskirts of Berlin was ready, blocking all the frightened eyes by a small iron gate. Within Bismarck's policy, any force that stood in his way would have only one bad end.

Death.

Bismarck traveled thousands of miles from Paris to Berlin to take up his post. Although he realized the ideal in his heart, this was only the first step of the long march, and he had to vigorously promote military and political reforms, centralize power, and make full preparations for the future unification of Germany.

Thinking of this, Bismarck, who was sitting in the carriage, frowned slightly, and he looked out the window, where the patrol soldiers under martial law were constantly searching for suspicious characters on the street. These days, the whole of Berlin is in a state of flux.

Originally, the Reichstag was still laughing at Bismarck as a paper tiger, and then he showed his sharp fangs.

The wheels of the carriage were still moving slowly, and the surrounding scene was gradually becoming desolate. He had only one destination, Berlin's political prison on the outskirts of Berlin, which, like the Bastille, had been used to house political prisoners, just in time to throw all the MPs arrested into a dark prison.

A smile appeared on Bismarck's lips, and when he walked through the doors of the Reichstag the day after the coup began, the parliamentarians subconsciously avoided their gazes, not daring to stare directly at Bismarck. The stern-faced Prime Minister had just arrested his friends and allies and thrown them into prison, and even as the remaining MPs clamored in King William's ears for the release of innocently arrested members, those who dared to speak for liberals were thrown into prison.

At this time, Bismarck was like an emotionless devil, faithfully carrying out his creed.

Kill, reform.

"Your Excellency Bismarck, we have arrived."

The secretary's voice sounded in his ears, and Bismarck, who closed his eyes and was contemplative, opened his eyes, glanced at the people around him, and stepped out of the carriage with a complicated expression.

The tall, crumbling stone walls are covered with sharp barbed wire, and there is only one steel gate for passers-by. As the carriage slowly drove into the heavily guarded prison, the door behind it was shut. Everywhere there were jailers armed with rifles, vigilantly watching the situation.

The warden himself came out to greet Chancellor Bismarck, and the news of the coup d'état in Berlin was the first to blow to his ears. The warden was amazed by Bismarck's courage and methods, and a man who was even more daring than Berlin actually arrested dozens of high-ranking deputies of the Reichstag in one fell swoop and threw them into prison on charges of treason.

Treason is just an excuse on the surface, and the real purpose behind it is probably the ulterior thoughts in the prime minister's heart. Thinking of this, the warden swallowed his saliva, walked up to Bismarck, who looked serious, and said seriously, "Welcome to His Excellency Bismarck." ”

"Let's go."

Bismarck did not say much, and every sentence revealed an irrefutable majesty.

"I'll see if the esteemed lawmakers have confessed to their crimes."

The warden, who followed behind, hurriedly said, "Under our severe questioning, some of the councillors have confessed to their crimes, but some have not spoken up yet. We're going to step up enforcement until they say yes. ”

"As soon as possible."

Bismarck said briefly, "Time waits for no one. ”

The warden brought the prime minister to the interrogation room, and the thin-skinned and tender councillors were stripped naked, and several jailers pressed their heads into the water and pulled them out again every few tens of seconds, repeatedly torturing them.

Those who really don't want to open their mouths will be whipped and served.

Many of the parliamentarians were German aristocrats and had never suffered hardship. Under the whipping, he quickly confessed to the trumped-up charge of betraying his homeland by providing intelligence data to the French literati.

The screams were endless, and the secretary behind him subconsciously covered his ears, but Bismarck seemed to be very

"Through waterboarding, they can be forced to confess their guilt without being caught in torture. At that time, there will be a good explanation in court, otherwise if they retract their confessions on the spot, the situation will not be good. ”

The warden showed off his means to Prime Minister Bismarck, and he chattered, "Anyway, these parliamentarians are just a formality in the courtroom, right?" ”

Bismarck smiled at the corners of his mouth as he looked at those desperate eyes. He admired the painful expressions and angry eyes of those people, and his steps never stopped, and he kept moving forward.

The parliamentarian who recognized Bismarck shouted angrily through the bars of the prison, "Bismarck, you damned bastard, I curse you...... Gurgling ......"

Before he could speak, he was pressed back into the water.

"Warden, you've made a mistake."

Bismarck stopped at the end of the gloomy hallway, and he turned his head to look at the man behind him with a cold look in his eyes.

The other party's casual glance made the warden's whole person feel like a man. It was as if the eyes of death were watching him.

"These traitors to the German people will not be tried in court, and when they confess to their complicity with spies in Paris, they will be immediately sent to the execution ground to be hanged. We don't have time to listen to their weeping confessions, and Berlin has more important things to do. ”

The warden's palms were covered with sweat, and he understood Bismarck's thoughts perfectly.

I'm afraid that those tortured half-dead parliamentarians will not have a chance to see the sun tomorrow. They didn't understand until they died why they would take their lives because of an unrelated article.

"I understand, I understand the meaning of the prime minister very well."

"You'd better understand."

Bismarck's cane pointed to the interrogation room across the wall, and said coldly, "Those who don't understand will end up like them." Take care, warden, for by tonight at the latest, I will see everyone's confessions, and by next morning at the latest, I will see their bodies. ”

"Corpses?"

"If there's one person alive, you'll have to take off your clothes and go in."

The last sentence of "take care" almost frightened the other party to his knees, he had only heard the political horror of Berlin, but the first time he faced Bismarck, who was the chancellor, even he felt a chill down his spine.

The most terrifying man in Germany?

I am afraid that they have done too many evils in their previous life, and they will become Bismarck's enemies in this life.

The silent tall figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the warden, who had been trembling, turned his head and said to the jailer behind him in a violent manner, "You have all heard what Prime Minister Bismarck said, let these bastards speak as soon as possible, and then send them to the execution ground and shoot them directly." If they can't open their mouths, I'll be the first to shoot you, understand? ”

"Understood!"

The others were already frightened and could only faithfully carry out Bismarck's orders. They immediately rushed into the interrogation room, slammed those who didn't want to open their mouths into the sink, and forced them to speak.

As soon as someone confessed to their guilt, the jailer in the back immediately pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on the back of the head in the sink.

Bang.

After a gunshot rang out, the entire sink turned a spreading dark red, and the people who were struggling in pain just now had turned into corpses.

"Long live King Wilhelm, long live the German people!"

The next lawmaker to be arrested had been beaten and bruised and swollen, but he was still shouting loudly, trying to prove his loyalty.

"Now Bismarck's steward."

The warden raised his pistol and aimed it at his head, "Any last words?" ”

"I don't know what German article! I don't know about secrets either! Not a traitor! ”

He cried out loudly, the last of his despair erupting before he died.

"I also know you're not a traitor, but I'm sorry, that's what it means."

Without hesitation, the warden pulled the trigger, and blood and flesh mixed with brains splattered onto the gray-brown wall behind him.

The corpse was dragged down by the jailers, leaving a blinding scarlet on the bluestone brick floor.

A blinding scarlet.

The warden wiped his forehead and continued, "Bring the next confessed prisoner in. ”

The bloody executions began at night, and the gunfire in the prisons on the outskirts of Berlin did not stop. Until the dawn rises, the criminal, who can't stand the torture, directly chooses to commit suicide in a state of anxiety.

Almost overnight, Bismarck received the title of terrifying the enemy.

Iron Prime Minister.