It was an ordinary but extraordinary winter night.

The whole of London was covered in a thick layer of snow, and the once bustling streets seemed to have returned to their former hustle and bustle, but this noise came from the ruthless and brutal war, the heart of the British Empire trembled under the flames of war, the city was full of flames and smoke, crumbling houses were everywhere, shells and bullets were constantly streaking through the air, and the sound of explosions, officers' orders, soldiers' shouts of killing, and the wails of the wounded filled people's ears.

Here, even the River Thames does not flow quietly.

The steel torrent of the Imperial German Army was terrifying, and even with as many artillery and anti-tank rifles as possible, the British defenders in the London theater could not stop the Hindenburg Army attack, and as time went on, more and more urban areas gradually fell into German hands. As far as the eye can see, the flickering streets are filled with German steel beasts and German infantry in gray uniforms.

On the balcony of a building on the north bank of the River Thames, a grim-faced veteran silently watched the war-torn city, which was now almost undefendable except for the Thames.

Facing Hindenbo, who is 16 years older than him, Edmund . General Allenby seemed so helpless, this general who had hoped to become the best army commander in the British War I, hurried to the Brighton Beach defense line at the beginning of the German landing to replace the derelict lieutenant general Bitta, and then led his troops to aid the Dover Line, and finally retreated to London with the remnants, although George V trusted him to become the commander-in-chief of the garrison in the London theater of operations, Allenby not only did not have time to strengthen the defense line of London, but also used more than 10,000 remnants of his army to "defend London" is also so powerless.

Allenby was depressed, and instead of strategy and ability, he lost commanding a campaign that had no hope of victory at all.

When the sound of German tanks rumbling forward was faintly approaching, Allenby's lips moved, "Blow up the bridge!" ”

In a deafening explosion, the bridges on the London section of the Thames collapsed, and no matter how old they were and how ornately decorated, these bridges that had gathered the efforts of countless people became another funerary object of this war.

However, Allenby and Hindenburg knew very well that the bombing of the bridge would not save the whole battle, although the vanguard of the Hindenburg army had to temporarily stop at the Thames before dawn.

The German ground forces stopped their advance, but their shelling continued, and London was doomed to a sleepless night.

At this time, Berlin gradually fell asleep.

There was no artillery fire, no death, only silent streets and cold air.

In the cold temperature and cold wind, only the Janissaries on duty were left on the cold streets, and even in the most prosperous areas, most of the shops invariably chose to close early.

The streetlights along the way looked a little tired, and the streets looked drowsy in their light.

However, people with a keen sense of smell can still smell some strange smells.

With the faint sound of car engines, a convoy of cars appeared around the corner of the street. After a while, they stopped in front of a Praetorian Guard post, the small Imperial Navy flag planted in front of the cars in the light, and after a brief questioning from the sentinels, they were released.

On the left side of the checkpoint, a soldier with a spear rubbed his hands and looked at the convoy that was moving away, "Alas, it's still comfortable to sit in the car, it's too cold today!" ”

"No way, who told us to be like this! I can't go to the battlefield to fight for more achievements, when will I be promoted and get in my own car! The other soldier said enviously and helplessly.

Unbeknownst to the two soldiers, the people in the car were not as comfortable as they thought, at least in this era, cars were far less luxurious and comfortable than horse-drawn carriages, so not every dignitary would choose a car as a means of transportation.

Tirpitz and the Admiralty chose cars more because they were open to new things.

In one of the cars in that convoy, Chentian and Tirpitz sat side by side. For Chentian, many streets and buildings in Berlin are still a little unfamiliar, and childhood memories and past encounters are all fragmentary memories.

It was only after becoming the acting crown prince that Berlin became clear in his mind.

Chen Tian gently lifted the corner of the curtain, and the house and street lamps outside were rapidly receding.

"Just like the tide of history, no one can stop it!"

"The tide of history...... The power of man ......"

Tirpitz said thoughtfully, and at this time there was something complicated in his eyes, as if he was recalling the past and looking forward to the future.

It wasn't long before the Admiralty's distinctive building came into view. When he got out of the car, Chen Tian glanced at the guards in navy uniforms at the door, who looked energetic despite the cold weather.

For some reason, Chen Tian felt a special sense of security coming here.

For public and private, this is his best place to stay at present.

As soon as he entered the door, a naval staff officer greeted him and reported:

"Your Highness, Marshal! Everything is normal in all the departments of the Imperial Navy at the moment, every port, every warship is under our control! ”

Chen Tian nodded, the current situation is neither good nor bad for him, although the Minister of War disappointedly threw himself to the side of the cabinet, but the front-line armies still focused on the battle of England, and whether it was Kluke or Hindenburg or Heilingen, these generals would not be easily shaken by Falkenhein's political leanings.

What worries Chen Tian the most is that the War Department has the right to mobilize the garrisons of the various armies in the German mainland.

"Is there any movement from the War Department?" Chen Tian turned around and asked his staff officer.

"Your Highness, as far as we know, the War Office is still under the control of General Falkenhein, Minister of War and Chief of the General Staff, and in addition to issuing orders for the troops stationed on the mainland to be put into combat and to assemble on the railroad, he is also trying to convene a meeting of the commanders of the various departments of the Praetorian Guard in Berlin! In addition, the War Department has frequently sent telegrams to the outside world in the past few hours, but we have not yet received information on the specific contents! "Upon arrival in Berlin, Chentian's mobile staff was fully operational with the assistance of the Admiralty, and a considerable part of the content reported by this staff officer was provided with the assistance of the Naval Intelligence.

Chen Tian glanced at Tirpitz, he knew very well that the generalissimo of the navy had staked the entire navy on himself, to be precise, the dream of the navy dominating the world on himself.

Tirpitz was still that cool look, as if he was not afraid of the sky.

"What about our people?" Chen Tian asked in a low voice.

"We haven't been in contact with the 'Dagger' yet, the 'Knife' has arrived as planned, if nothing else, our liaison officer should be meeting them soon, the 'Broadknife' is on its way, and if it goes well, it will arrive in the early hours of tomorrow morning!" The code words in the mouth of the staff officer are the code names of Rainey, Ollie, and Matthew.

Although Rainey has not yet been contacted, no news is good news, and Chen Tian is not worried about it.

"Good!" Chen Tian took off his coat with the help of the officer, and followed Tirpitz to the next lounge, where he could already smell the familiar aroma of coffee.

Like most admirals, Tirpitz was a coffee lover.

Another coffee lover was General Matthew, a close friend of Chentian and commander of the East Prussian cluster, who was drinking coffee not in Königsberg, but on a train heading southwest (Königsberg, about 500 kilometers northeast of Berlin).

After careful and meticulous preparations, and with all the troops on board, the two infantry divisions led by Matthew set out from Königsberg after receiving the secret telegram, and barely lost a second in this process, but Matthew did not let it go, and the coffee in his hand was also used to refresh rather than savor. More than 30 trains carrying 28,300 heavily armed officers and men were moving at high speed on the tracks, and at this speed they could soon reach the political and military center of Germany, but the unhindered passage in East Prussia did not mean that they could reach Berlin without stopping, after all, they were "uninvited guests" who had not been invited by the War Office.

When the train began to slow down, Matthew knew that the obstacles he had to clear had just begun.

The Ziten barracks on the southern outskirts of Berlin appear to be as calm as the city, but in fact there is an undercurrent under the ice that is brewing with great energy.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, Ollie, Bilo, and Rupresit each welcomed a special guest, a special liaison officer sent by Chentian.

The headquarters of the Oli Corps was a busy scene, in front of a large map of the city of Berlin, the officers were methodically making signs, and the communications officers were passing the latest information back and forth. Chentian's liaison officer, a major in his early thirties, was explaining something, and Ollie was listening and gesturing on the map.

The colonel in his forties was sent by Chentian to General Bilo, and at this time, in General Bilo's headquarters, General Bilo, who was over sixty years old, was talking to the visitor with a red face, and the visitor was also impassioned when he spoke.

The person who went to the Bavarian **** Rupresit was a lieutenant colonel about forty years old, and the expressions of Rupresit and the visitors were more cautious.

A quarter of an hour later, Ollie and the envoy came out of the lounge, Ollie summoned the officers to a meeting with a serious face, and the envoy sat down in a secluded corner of the headquarters.

In less than half an hour, Billo and the colonel sent by Chentian also walked out of the conference room, and General Billo called a meeting of the generals with a pleasant face, and sent a team of soldiers to escort the envoy to the garrison of the Oli Corps.

After a full hour, the door opened in the conference room where Rupresit was, and Chentian's envoy looked relieved, while Rupresit appeared quite calm. After sending a company of guards to send the envoy to the Oli Corps station, **** also summoned his own generals.