Servant...... Servant......

When the flash was shining, Wilhelm II, who had ruled the German Empire for twenty-six years and had reached the peak of his imperial and personal prestige, could not have imagined that this would be the last photograph of his life.

Important figures attending the New Year's dinner included Imperial Prime Minister Bernhardt. Feng. Billlow, Admiralty-Secretary-Generalissimo Alfred. Feng. Tirpitz, Secretary of the Army, Chief of the Army General Staff, Erich. Feng. Falkenhain and a cabinet minister, in addition to the generals who were fighting in England, other senior generals of the army and navy were basically invited to attend.

In addition, Austria-Hungary, Russia, Turkey and other allies also sent princes or envoys to attend, and many neutral countries also sent envoys, and the scene of this dinner alone shows the influence of this monarchical empire at the moment.

In the first year after the start of the war, Germany achieved surprising and admirable achievements, and Wilhelm II was naturally full of joy, but he was not the one to have the last laugh.

As the white smoke rises, the flash of the flash stimulates everyone's eyeballs, except for one person......

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

Under the terrified shouts of Prime Minister Bilow, Wilhelm II collapsed helplessly as if all his strength had been drained, his right hand covered his neck, and his eyes stared blankly ahead, no matter how the people around him called, his eyes did not change at all.

Astonished!

Panicky!

There was no warning beforehand, there were no gunshots in the hall, no fights and struggles, no guards noticed anything unusual, everyone who witnessed the emperor fall was stunned, dozens of noblewomen immediately screamed and fainted when they saw this scene, this high-decibel sound caused a commotion in the hall.

This is the heart of the Empire, Berlin under the protection of the elite Janissaries, the heavily guarded Imperial Palace, everyone who enters the banquet hall is strictly checked to ensure that nothing threatens the safety of the dignitaries, and the agile attendants beside the Emperor make it more difficult to assassinate the Emperor here than to ascend to the sky.

The 55-year-old emperor was in good health, and doctors thought he would live at least twenty or thirty years, with almost no chance of a heart attack, but the ruler of the empire fell silently here.

The ministers next to him hurriedly supported the emperor who was about to fall to the ground, and the surrounding attendants also gathered around, and the entire hall was extremely quiet for the next moment, and people could only hear the ministers and guards next to the emperor anxiously shouting "Your Majesty", and the dense footsteps coming from behind him later.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

The Praetorian Guards who were waiting around the hall rushed to hear the news, and they quickly separated the Emperor from the crowd, except for three or four close attendants and ministers such as Birch and Tirpitz, the others could only watch the Emperor who fell to the ground from a distance through the Praetorian Guard soldiers.

Not far from the emperor, a tall officer smiled with satisfaction and disdain at the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared into the dazed crowd.

Soon, the emperor's special doctor appeared in the hall. After a brief but careful examination, the most eminent German physicians shook their heads helplessly and sadly, the Emperor had stopped breathing, and the noble heart was no longer beating.

The emperor is dead!

After the doctors removed the emperor's right hand, it was discovered that the emperor had a small logo-shaped metal plate embedded in his neck.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard, a general of about 40 years of age, stood up, looked around at the people with different expressions, and then ordered his soldiers:

"Lock down the halls! No one is allowed to leave here! ”

There was a commotion among the people present, and it was clear to them what this order meant, knowing that it was the emperor of the most powerful empire in the world who was falling, and no matter what the cause and course of this incident was tonight, the impact would definitely be no less than the strongest earthquake.

The sound of bolts soon sounded in the hall, and the soldiers were well aware of the noble and important people here, but they still faithfully carried out the commander's orders, and in a few moments they sealed off the hall with rifles and bayonets.

Tirpitz and Falkenhain looked at each other, and in addition to gloom, there were many other complex things in their eyes.

The doctors are still around the Emperor, but the Emperor is dead, and the fate of the Empire will take a turn here.

"Field Marshal Tirpitz, General Falkenhein, General Graf, the situation is serious, I think we should discuss what to do next?" Prime Minister Bilow said with a sad expression, the current situation is more complicated, the emperor's assassination and death is an indisputable fact, here Bilow is the highest-ranking government official, Tirpitz is the highest-ranking military governor, Falkenhein is the highest army commander, and Graf is the commander of the Praetorian Guard here, the Praetorian Guard is not under the control of the navy or the army, and more importantly, this is the imperial palace in Berlin, the area that the Praetorian Guard is responsible for defending.

When dealing with such contingencies, the power to decide and command is quite delicate.

Tirpitz, Falkenhein, and Graf silently followed Billo to the side, and after the four exchanged glances, General Graff spoke first.

"Prime minister, marshal, general!" Graff saluted the other three one by one, "My duty was to ensure the safety of His Majesty, but I have been derelict in my duty, and I will call for the punishment I deserve when this matter is over; Now that your Majesty has suffered misfortune, it is my duty to find the murderer! Before the matter is revealed, everyone here is suspicious! As for the reaction and handling of the government and the army, it is not my purview! ”

Billo nodded, then looked at Tirpitz and Falkenhein.

Tirpitz glanced back at Wilhelm II, who was still lying on the ground, and then sighed deeply, "I can't believe it's true until now!" How I wish I had just had a nightmare! ”

Falkenhein pondered silently.

"All information is temporarily blocked from the outside world, and no one is allowed to leave the palace. Secretly call His Royal Highness the Acting Crown Prince, asking him to rush back to Berlin urgently! Billlow made his decision with a sad face, knowing full well that Wilhelm II was extremely important to Germany, but without him the earth would continue to turn.

"Marshal!" Billo turned to Tirpitz, who was bearded and dressed in the traditional marshal's attire, "I hope there will be no surprises in the naval forces during this time!" Please defend our shores as usual and provide security for the troops landing in the UK! ”

"I will!" Tirpitz straightened his chest slightly, his red marshal's badge looked so bright, the rise of the German Navy was indebted to him, and his ship philosophy made the German battleship the best survivable combat ship in the world.

"General!" Billlow turned his gaze to Falkenhein, who still had a gloomy face, "Please be assured that the Army will do its part as usual, and hope that our attack on Britain and the occupation of France will not slip through the cracks!" ”

"Where is the duty!" Falkenhein's mood when he said this did not seem to be high, Bilow did not say anything more, as the German chancellor under this system, he could only say "please" and "hope" to the army and navy, and the actual supreme commander of the army was still lying on the luxurious carpet at the moment and slowly getting cold.

"General, I need to hold an emergency meeting with the other cabinet members here, please help me prepare a conference room!" Billo finally instructed General Graff that the only thing to be thankful for was that all the cabinet members were present today.

"Yes!" Graff then summoned a major officer and began to give orders.

Tirpitz glanced at Falkenhein, the commander-in-chief of the army and navy still hadn't spoken directly, and only they knew what was behind this strange silence. After this, Tirpitz and the admirals present occupied a lounge next to the hall alone, while Falkenhain and the army generals went to another lounge, and several allied princes were given a rest room matching their status after negotiating with the Janissaries, while the others remained in the hall and waited.

After a while, the Praetorian Guards began to examine and interrogate everyone present, and no one noticed that the special liaison officer between the Emperor and the Acting Crown Prince was nowhere to be seen, and in fact the shrewd man slipped out of the banquet hall before a large number of Janissaries entered the hall. After assassinating the number one person in the world in this era, Rainey's right hand that shot the dart did not tremble, his only fear was that the dart did not hit the target at that time, after all, he was still more than ten meters away from the emperor at that time, if it were not for the "help" of those royal photographers, he would not have been so easy to get and escape, in fact, this situation has greatly exceeded his and Chentian's expectations. Thankfully, Rainey didn't forget that there was another important goal in the palace.

After the emperor's assassination, the entire palace was not in a commotion due to the rapid dispatch of well-trained Praetorian Guard soldiers, except for the brightly lit banquet hall, the rest of the palace was slightly deserted. From time to time, Rainey dodged to the side of the road to avoid the Praetorian Guards rushing to the banquet hall, and the crisp sound of the soldiers' leather boots almost became the main theme in the palace.

After nightfall, the waters of the English Channel began to swell, and the waves continued to lap against the steel ships of the German fleet, but Chen Tian and his senior staff did not bother to listen to the rhythmic sound of the waves. As the latest German battleship, the seafaring performance of the King-class battleship has reached a very superior level, and the people in the cabin do not have too much turbulence in this sea condition, Chentian's heart is as calm as this battleship, and all the past experiences have allowed him to wait for fate to be pronounced so calmly.

At 9:01 p.m., Chen Tian waited for what he had been waiting for, and sent a top-secret telegram from Berlin in the name of Prime Minister Bilow.

Cheers, joy, joy, all these excesses have nothing to do with Chentian, he just silently folded the telegram. Next to the "Border Governor", the fast cruiser "Stuttgart" was on standby.