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"Everybody's on the move, hurry up!"

At the door of a nondescript barracks, a mustachioed lieutenant greeted his soldiers in a loud voice, and the soldiers who came out of the barracks were all dressed in standard combat equipment: pointed helmets, gray winter uniforms, leather boots, Mauser 1898 rifles, bayonets, bullet belts, grenades, water bottles, sundries, and light and heavy machine guns and mortars equipped in a row.

In the camp, the beams of searchlights swept back and forth, and the sound of footsteps, passwords, and rumbling engines was heard in people's ears. The soldiers quickly assembled in company units and then advanced to their intended destination under the leadership of the officers. On the road between the barracks, tanks with white smoke or armored vehicles full of soldiers drove by, and signal soldiers on horseback were busy conveying the latest orders to troops at all levels.

Ollie, who was standing at the door of the headquarters, raised his hand and looked at his watch, midnight and three. At this time, there were three people of special status sitting in his headquarters, a major in his early thirties, a lieutenant colonel about forty years old, and a colonel in his forties and nearly fifty years old.

Noisy night, noisy Qiteng Barracks.

The Duke of Württemberg and his officers naturally did not turn a blind eye to the lively scene in the camp, but at this moment they were surprised to find that all the telephones to the outside world were blocked, and the four exits of the camp were blocked by the troops of Bülow and Rupresit.

"What are they going to do? Could it be that Old Billo and His Highness Ruppresit are crazy? How could they make such a move in Berlin! Simply ignoring the government and authority of the Empire! The Duke clenched his fists angrily, and his staff officers and officers all looked indignant.

"It's unbelievable that they dared to start a mutiny!" The staff officers could not find a better word for the current situation than mutiny.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he talked, the more angry he became, and the duke spun around and shouted in a voice close to roaring: "Your Majesty has just died, and it is a shame that they are doing this!" They should be punished severely, they should all be put in prison, the perpetrators should be shot! ”

Before the officers could respond, another officer hurried in from outside.

"Lord Duke, no, our camp is surrounded!"

"What?" The Duke's eyes widened, and there was an uproar in his command, for any illusion of luck for them was shattered at this moment.

"Yes, we were surrounded by troops from the 4th Army and the 6th Army, and we also found yellow-painted tanks and armored vehicles northeast of the camp, those were supposed to arrive in the afternoon!" The officer's replenishment made everyone present change color, which also meant that they were surrounded by troops several times their own size, with armored weapons, and because they were returning home to participate in the parade and repair, they did not carry many heavy weapons and anti-tank weapons, which meant that those tanks and armored vehicles could easily storm their barracks, and they could hardly do anything to fight against it.

"These bastards! I'm going to smash their noses with my fist! The old foolish Billo, the milky Rupresit, and those straw bales that can only go to Turkey! The Duke walked back and forth like a mad bull, and after about half a minute, he pointed to the generals and officers present, "Come with me, and I'll see which of them dares to touch me!" ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, so I have to follow the Duke of Württemberg out of the headquarters.

Despite the thousands of soldiers gathered in the camp, the winter night air was still cold and snotty, and the beams of searchlights from both sides converged on the edge of the Duke's camp in Württemberg, where soldiers from both sides were confronting each other with guns. The soldiers on both sides wore the same uniforms, held the same weapons, and had the same Germanic blood, and the only thing that could be used to distinguish them from each other was a temporary towel tied around the left arm of the soldiers outside. Here, most people, both besieged and besieged, do not know the cause of the incident, and only a few mid-ranking and high-ranking officers know the reason.

The Duke walked straight to the northeast of the camp, which was also the direction of the central playground of the Qi Teng Barracks. As his officers had reported, the yellow-painted tanks and armoured vehicles stood out in the black-clad crowd, their engines unextinguished, their tails rising in clouds of smoke, the driver and the commander poking their heads out of their hatches, and the black holes of their guns pointed straight at the crowd.

Their own people muzzle to gun, bayonet to bayonet, these officers and soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time and are accustomed to seeing life and death feel as if they are in a dream, a nightmare!

"Get out of the way!"

The duke's roar was so strong and fierce that he was like a mad gorilla, and he almost pounded his chest with his fist. The soldiers on this side turned their heads to look at their commander, and at the same time consciously moved out of the way to the edge of the camp.

The gorilla angrily made his way through the crowd to the besieger, scanning the soldiers with weapons and towels in hand, and the ugly tanks behind them.

"I'm the Duke of Württemberg, and I've called your commander to meet me!" The gorilla roared, and after a few seconds, seeing that the crowd on the other side was unresponsive, he repeated it again.

Facing the Duke of Württemberg, whose blood was boiling, the soldiers on the periphery neither responded nor gave way, except for the muzzle and bayonet, only the cold faces that responded to him.

After a long time of no movement, the depressed and annoyed duke wanted to continue walking, but his officers held him back, although the German soldiers were not in the habit of offending their superiors, but the soldiers on the other side were real guys, and they belonged to other army groups, and their determination to carry out the orders of their superiors was undoubted. If the duke insists on rushing at the opponent's bayonet, in case the face gets out of control, there will inevitably be some accidents.

Just as the officers were about to pull the Duke back to the headquarters to find another way, the soldiers opposite them finally made a little movement, and the originally impermeable line like a bucket gradually gave way to a two-person wide passage, and after a while, a few people, to be exact, several senior officers in gorgeous military coats walked out of that passage.

"Your Excellency Duke, why are you so angry!"

There was a very magnetic sound in the air, and the duke's angry roar was restless, but this sound was comforting, and the surroundings fell silent for a while, even a little terrifying.

"Your Highness, look at your soldiers, they besiege friendly troops with weapons without receiving orders, and offend senior officers, they are so lawless! If you've lost control of them, let me take care of that for you! Although he seemed very dissatisfied with the words, the duke still left a lot of leeway in his words for the royal nobles.

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke, my soldiers have frightened you!"

Rupresit **** seems very calm and polite, in this situation can still maintain the style of a general, and can soothe the mentality of the soldiers, which is also what makes him superior to other princes and ****. He was appointed as the supreme commander of an army, and no one from the emperor to the soldiers objected.

Rupresit's attitude made the Duke angry, and he put away his anger and said more calmly:

"In this case, I think this little friction is just a misunderstanding, so please ask Your Highness to remove them!"

"I'm sorry!" The tone is still calm, but no one ignores the meaning behind the sentence.

The illusion held by the Duke of Württemberg was actually meaningless from the beginning, and standing next to **** was the commander of the 4th Army, Karl. Feng. General Bilow, from his expression, clearly knew that this confrontation was non-negotiable.

"I don't understand!" The duke looked at Rupresit a few meters in front of him in a daze, his heart was full of huge question marks, he didn't understand why the Bavarian ****, who has always been low-key in politics, would take such a tough attitude at this time, and he didn't understand why the ****, who had no deep friendship with Chentian, would take such a big risk to launch a mutiny.

"It's actually very simple!" An intriguing smile appeared on Rupresit's face, "Defend the power of the royal family!" ”

"The power of the royal family?" Württemberg silently repeated these words.

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers on the periphery swarmed up, and those "ugly" iron bumps also rumbled, and they pushed forward with unstoppable momentum......

Berlin, War Department.

Ever since the Qiteng barracks and the tens of thousands of garrisons inside had disappeared and could not be contacted, Falkenhain had a sense of foreboding, and when he received a call from the Prime Minister and learned of what had happened at the palace before, he strengthened his judgment.

"Mutiny!"

These two words seemed so shocking, Falkenhein couldn't think of why the usually kind, wise, and selfless Chen Tian would express his yearning for power in such a way.

However, Falkenhain knew very well that he was not like this.

The brilliance of old Moltke shone on the German Army, and the achievements of the military god were what every soldier aspired to.

When a country has figures like Bismarck and Moltke the Elder at the same time, the country is terrible.

Falkenhain believed that his abilities were comparable to that of Moltke Sr., and that he needed enough room to play, and that on this continent of Europe, Italy, Greece, Russia, and even Austria-Hungary and Spain, the German Army could go further, and the empire could continue to expand.

Standing alone in front of the map of the world, Falkenhayn could see Chentian's ambitions, but he could not see his own future.

"Paul. Feng. Hindenburg! The Minister of War silently recited the name in his mind, this man had a healthy physique, no less military ability than himself, and an unusual relationship with Chentian, all of which seemed to have been predestined a long time ago.

Before he knew it, Falkenhein's eyes were on the tiny salient in southeastern England, where the nearly 300,000 well-armed troops of the Hindenburg Army were like a sharp dagger into the soft underbelly of the British.

London!

The soldiers of Hindenburg are devouring the heart of the British Empire, the outcome of this battle has long been lost, Hindenburg will become the same heroes as Chentian, they will become the new synonym of victory, they will be written into the history of Germany, behind the cheers of victory, how many people will remember themselves?

"The emperor is famous, and as for the Minister of War, there is also the so-called Chief of the General Staff!" Falkenhayin smiled coldly and bitterly, "Hmph, always just the hero behind the scenes!" ”

It was past midnight, and the sleepy insects began to haunt them, and the smell of coffee was like wafting through both the Imperial War Department and the Admiralty. Hot coffee in the headquarters, like beer at the carnival, is an essential sight. Coffee is said to have a weight loss effect, and beer can make people gain weight, and Germans love both drinks, so there are young people with good bodies on the street, as well as beer bellies.

Chen Tian, who had just put down the coffee cup, obviously belonged to the former, he had just passed the year of his establishment, and he was working hard in the war, and his figure was slightly thin; Tirpitz, who is over 60 years old, is already very "rich", and his bald head and signature two big beards look very personal after taking off his hat.

While...... While......

The floor clock in the corner of the conference room rang twice, reminding everyone present that it was already two o'clock in the night, and Tirpitz put down his porcelain gold-rimmed coffee cup steadily, "Your Highness, the night is long, why don't we play a game of chess!" ”

Chen Tian suddenly remembered the old Chinese poem "Strategize, win a thousand miles", he didn't expect Tirpitz to be so elegant at this time, since everything was arranged, the rest was just waiting, he readily agreed to this suggestion. To be able to "talk and laugh and disappear" like Zhuge Kongming, that is also a high artistic conception.

When Chen Tian and Tirpitz set up the first game of chess, the vanguard armored train of Matthew's Corps was slowly approaching Stettin Station, and the mood of the officers and soldiers on the train was far less calm than that of the two generals, and a pair of eyes looked nervously through the windows and gaps in the carriage.

Wolfgang. Feng. Wagner, the lieutenant colonel of the army with a very aristocratic temperament, is actually just a very talented officer in the Bat Legion, with the death of Thomas's chess piece and the chess player behind it, Chen Tian and Matthew no longer have too many concerns about the use of the Bat Legion, and the "saboteurs" who have outstanding performance in the early reconnaissance and sabotage that landed in Britain have a stage to show their acting skills here.

After taking control of Konitz Station, Wagner and his companions concocted the same method to control the other 6 small stations along the way, but for a large station like Stein Railway Station, Wagner was still a little apprehensive, you must know that Stein is a very important port city in the Empire, and the Volgan shipyard here built the Nassau-class battleship "Rhine" and many light ships for the Imperial Navy, and the city is guarded by the Coast Guard and a naval fleet, and according to the information they have previously discovered, No less than two companies of guards were stationed at the Stettin station.

The armored train stopped behind the platform as usual, and a group of dark shadows slipped out of the back of the train as usual, but everyone, including Wagner, was stunned by the scene on the platform ahead. Under the bright lights of the station, what they saw was not the expected sentry, but rows and rows of soldiers, and the black crowd numbered four or five thousand, to say the least.