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"Please come in!"

Falkenhain was still standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

The door creaked open.

"Your Excellency, the Prime Minister is here!"

Hearing the adjutant's report, Falkenhayne couldn't help frowning, as if he didn't come when he should have come, but he didn't come.

After turning around, the grimness on Falkenhein's face was gone, replaced by a calm, even slightly relaxed expression. His adjutant respectfully turned sideways to give way, and a grim-faced Prime Minister Birlo walked briskly into the room.

"Your Excellency, why are you here in person?" Falkenhayn asked with concern, but the old man didn't seem to relax at all because of his composure.

"Your Excellency, how did the situation come to this? What can I do? What can I do? The queens and princesses were terrified! On the way here, I saw that the Praetorian Guards were fighting the rebels, it was terrible! Billo hurried out a large number of words, holding a small piece of paper in his hand, and Falkenhain knew at a glance that it was the flyer that the airships had just dropped.

"No way, this world is just such a bold guy! But don't worry, your Excellency, our great Praetorian Guard will be able to guarantee the safety of Berlin! As far as I know, there are only 20,000 or 30,000 rebels attacking the city, and there are as many as 120,000 Praetorian Guards in Berlin alone. Falkenhein had to kindly comfort the restless prime minister.

Perhaps, he has nothing but ambition.

"Your Excellency, I don't want any accidents, otherwise we're all finished! It's completely finished! Birlow sat down on the chair in front of Falkenhein, unaware that the road he had just passed had now been cut off by the "rebels", and that if he wanted to return to the palace, he would have to take a detour.

However, Billo did not seem to have any plans to return to the palace, and the War Department seemed to be a safer place.

"Your Excellency, when will your troops arrive to destroy the rebels? Look at what has become of Berlin! Billo got up and walked over to the window where he could see the firelight from the northeast, "It won't be long before the infighting of the empire will become the laughing stock of the whole world!" Joke! ”

"I have ordered the Frankfurt Corps to rush to the city with all their might, and according to the time calculation, they are not far from the palace now!" Falkenhain's gaze seemed to have gone farther away, beyond the battlefield to the northeast, beyond the palace to the northeast, and to stay on the army that was advancing towards the city.

"Oh......" Billo finally felt better, and he sat back in the same chair as he glanced at the scrap of paper in his hand, "Damn, we have to put some effort into pacifying the people!" ”

If it were Bismarck, he would never be restless in this situation, and from this point of view, Bonhardt, who had always wanted to be on a par with Bismarck. Feng. Birreh didn't really have the courage to be an iron-blooded prime minister.

Falkenhein was right, but he did not know at this time that it was not only a half-infantry division from Frankfurt that was pouring into the city from the eastern suburbs.

Eastern suburbs of Berlin, Neinhagen station.

"Get off! Get out! Go to the front and form a team on the flat ground! ”

Lieutenant Colonel Wagner shouted to his men to get out of the car and assemble, and by the time they arrived at the station as the vanguard of Matthew's Corps, the previously arrived naval forces had already marched westward with an entire battalion. As far as the eye could see, the platform had long since become a sea of blue-gray, and the sound of officers' commands and dense and rhythmic footsteps was in my ears, and the rifles on the shoulders of the soldiers shook slightly with the pace of advance, and from a distance it was a pleasing forest of guns.

Subsequent trains continued to arrive at the station, which was only a few kilometers from the city, and the last trains simply stopped outside the station to unload, pointed helmets and gray military uniforms poured out of the carriages, and infantry formations soon appeared on the flat ground on both sides of the tracks.

After reading the documents of the reasons for the mutiny to the soldiers, Wagner and his soldiers were now furious, and these strong German fighters could not tolerate the despicable machinations of the cabinet government, and under the leadership of Wagner, they marched towards the palace with high morale. At this moment, they had tied a towel around their left arm, which was also indicated at the end of the document, and the army supporting Chentian marked it with it.

In the distance, they could already see the pillars of searchlights in the city of Berlin, as well as the huge airships above the city, and the sound of fierce gunfire faintly heard in their ears.

Compared with Tirpitz's naval unit, the Mathew Corps of Chentian, the Frankfurt Corps, which had previously disembarked at the station of Noinhagen and was now also heading in the direction of the Imperial Palace, seemed much more silent, although they were vigorous and neat, but they had always marched under the orders of their superiors, and now the hearts of the officers and soldiers were full of question marks, and they did not know what they were going to do.

Like his companions, Corporal Vic was both apprehensive and agitated, and had never participated in a single non-drill operation since joining the Imperial Army. Based on what he had learned about geography in middle school, Vic knew that he had arrived in Berlin, and that the pillars of light, airships, and crackling sounds in the distance seemed to fill the festive atmosphere, but Vic did not understand why he was here in full armor. Although the world was still ruled by darkness at this time, he could clearly feel the breath of the capital, the road here was so flat, and even the silhouettes of the buildings on both sides were beautiful.

"Get ready to fight! Get ready for battle! Assist the Praetorian Guard in annihilating the rebels! "Heralds on tall horses shouted orders along the marching procession.

"Fighting? Rebels? The soldiers looked at each other.

Vic, who was at the back of the line, soon heard the order, and he was confused about how to distinguish between the good guys and the bad guys, and he wanted to know which kind of troops appeared behind them.

Appearing in the rear of the Frankfurt Corps at this moment were the Stettin Coastal Garrison and the Marine Corps composed of officers and men of the Pomorian Bay Detachment, these naval officers and men were not numerous, but their will was beyond doubt, and more importantly, they were now a "righteous division"!

The soldiers of the Frankfurt Corps did not yet know how to distinguish between friend and foe, but the Navy did not, and they clearly saw that this was a unit with no towel tied to its left arm, and was quietly ready for battle.

The long Wilhelmstrasse also came to an end, and through the streets strewn with the corpses and wreckage of vehicles, the joint operations forces under the command of Oli finally saw Alexanderplatz and the magnificent Brandenburg Gate, but they did not have the time or mood to visit these two landmarks, but immediately divided their forces in two directions, all the way north to the Reichstag, the seat of the cabinet and parliament, and all the way east along the Frankfurt Boulevard, after crossing the River Spree they would reach the Imperial Palace.

"Send a report to His Highness, everything is going well, and the battle is expected to be over within 1 hour!"

Ollie and his command had already arrived at the North Street entrance of William Street at this time, and he didn't have much emotion about the corpses all over the ground, this is a world where the jungle eats the strong, everyone yearns for supreme power, and civil war is not the prerogative of any country.

Rupresit **** and General Bilo were watching the battle from afar at the back of the queue at the moment, and they handed over the command of the troops to Ollie, and also handed over their future to Chentian.

Countless lives vanished with the passage of time, and the clock quickly struck 6 times, and the black curtain that shrouded the earth finally showed signs of leaving, and the dark world began to brighten.

Tired street lamps, biting cold winds, Berlin at dawn.

Victory Street, the line dividing the jurisdiction of the Western Praetorian Guard and the Central Praetorian Guard. From here, less than 1 kilometre to the east is the Brandenburg Gate, and a little north is the Reichstag.

To the east of Victory Avenue, the battle between the Janissaries and the "rebels" was raging, and the "rebels" were approaching with great momentum.

On the west side of Victory Street, tens of thousands of soldiers under General Baum's command lined up in a north-south direction, each loaded with a bullet and a sword unsheathed, and nearly 20 tanks and an equal number of armored vehicles ready for battle.

Several horsemen galloped in from afar, the crisp sound of horses' hooves echoing through the streets.

"The general has an order, no one is allowed to cross the line!"

At the entrance of the Imperial Navy Department, the naval soldiers standing guard watched vigilantly, and on the street in front of them, groups of patrolling Praetorian Infantry Cavalry walked back and forth.

The Admiralty door suddenly opened, and two columns of soldiers trotted out and stood guard on both sides of the carpet, followed by a group of officers in splendid military overcoats, who quickly slipped into the row of cars parked in front of the door. After the cars hit the street, about a company of Janissary cavalry cleared the way at the front, armoured combat vehicles painted with the Janissary logo on both sides, and about a company of cavalry was still broken.

The sky is getting brighter, and the cloudless sky indicates that it will be a sunny day.

The noisy Berlin unconsciously calmed down, and the citizens who were frightened enough by the sound of guns did not dare to go out of their homes, they opened the curtains in fear, and the streets were in shambles!

After crossing Victory Street, the task of guarding Chentian and his party was handed over to the "rebels", and it all seemed so natural.

Seeing their long-lost best friend, Chen Tian and Ollie were full of emotion, but in the face of the bloody and bleak street scene, the two were speechless for a moment.

A powerful handshake that encompasses all words.

Tanks cleared the way, armoured vehicles escorted them, and the convoy marched along Frankfurt Street, the victors were on guard with guns, and the medics were busy treating the wounded, and the bodies of the dead were too late to be removed.

Far from the most tragic coup d'état in history, it will not be the last, and this dawn will be written into history with the new ruler of the empire.

When Chen Tian and his party arrived at the Spree River Bridge, a road had been cleared from the bridge, and the bloodstains on the bridge deck and the bullet holes in the railing of the bridge were wordless recounting of the fierce battle.

After crossing the bridge, you will see the Royal Gardens on your left and the Royal Palace on your right.

Nearly 10,000 soldiers gathered in front of the palace, including army soldiers in gray uniforms, navy officers and sailors in blue-gray uniforms, and tanks and armored vehicles painted in yellow. The soldiers had long since given way to a wide road that led to the palace gates.

The convoy stopped in front of the palace, and after the accompanying soldiers got out of the car, Chentian appeared in front of everyone along with Tirpitz and Ollie.

The soldiers who fought a bloody night suddenly burst out with cries of victory, shaking the heavens and the earth!

At the gate of the palace, Chen Tian saw Matthew, who had also been absent for a long time.

In this world, some people choose loyalty, and some people choose betrayal.

Standing at the gate of the palace together, there are also Rupresit ****, General Bilow, and General Graf, the commander of the Praetorian Guard.

There are no traces of a battle inside the palace.

General Graff nodded, and he immediately turned sideways to give way.

Surrounded by the generals, Chen Tian steadily walked into the palace and walked into the palace that belonged to him.

The hall, the hall where the emperor held his feast, the hall where the emperor was assassinated.

The Emperor's body was still in this hall, less than 36 hours after he stopped breathing.

The Emperor still slept peacefully, Prince remained calm, but the Queen, the Prince, and the Princess were so helpless and frightened.

Except for the Prime Minister and the War Secretary, everyone who should be there is here.

Cabinet ministers hung their heads one by one, eager for power that the Wilhelm II cabinet did not have, but illusions were always shattered by the harsh reality.

Their lives were safe, but their political lives were over.

It will not be long before they will be replaced by a new cabinet, and their role will no longer be in the new German government.

After daybreak, the remaining Janissaries ceased to resist.

The War Office was well "protected" by General Baum's soldiers, and the Prime Minister and the War Secretary could only wait there for the final verdict.

In his capacity as acting crown prince, Chen Tian announced the takeover of the War Office, and demanded that the Frankfurt Corps, the Brandenburg cavalry units, and other troops transferred from the War Office return to their stations, and these troops followed the rules.

At 10 a.m. on January 1, members of Congress gathered at the Capitol to discuss two bills on the right to the throne.

Before the meeting, Chen Tian walked to the center of the venue, accompanied by several generals.

At this moment, it was as if he had come to the center of the world, a world that belonged to him.

"Your Majesty's death, the whole country mourns!"

Chen Tian bowed his head in silence, he should indeed be 100% responsible for the death of Wilhelm II, but he would not be ashamed of it. In the old world, Wilhelm II ruined the great empire, and if his death allowed the country to continue to be strong, then it was a well-deserved death.

History will show that Wilhelm II's death was worth it.

The parliamentarians all stood in silence, at least so far, as Germany grew stronger under Wilhelm II.

Three minutes later, Chen Tian continued:

"This morning our great army broke a conspiracy, and those who plotted to seize the throne have been brought to justice. Someone, trying to put a thoughtless person on the throne and take power for himself, this is intolerable to every upright person! ”

"Now, councillors, please exercise your sacred authority and let the most suitable man of your mind lead this country! Although we are about to win this war, there are still many ill-intentioned forces in this world, and there are still many resources waiting for us to develop, we can't stop there, we have to move on! ”

As soon as Chen Tian's short and powerful words fell, warm applause rang out in the council hall.

At this point, there is no suspense.