October 1st, a day that made Chentian's subconscious mind relax.

On October 1, 1914, a light rain fell in Warsaw, and when Tatsuten woke up to the sound of dripping rain, the world had been busy for a long time. Countless people's nerves are tense, it is a kind of expectation, but also a kind of waiting.

After enjoying breakfast while reading a thin stack of telegrams, Chen Tian braved the light rain and walked to the regiment headquarters not far away. From the expectant looks in the eyes of Mackensen, Olge, and Hoffman, Chen Tian knew that this group of people was eager to finish their arrival early in the morning.

"What's wrong guys? Is it true that everyone's head is full of huge question marks and exclamation marks? It's raining today, so we won't go there, so let's have a good chat here! Guards, bring me my treasured wine! ”

Chen Tian took off his military hat and coat, which were mostly soaked in the rain, straightened out the military uniform inside, walked to the long table and sat down, and his generals took their seats one after another. The guard quickly took a few bottles of red wine, and watched the blood-red liquid slowly slide into the wine glass, Chen Tian spoke:

"Everybody knows what happened this morning, right? At midnight, the Battle of Paris officially began, and Lenin, the leader of the Russian Revolutionary Party, announced the beginning of the revolution in Moscow. I think it was a very coincidental thing that Moltke and Lenin, two people who had never met, coincidentally chose this time to launch a full-scale attack! ”

Everyone raised the wine glasses in their hands, but they were not in the mood or interest to taste it.

"Don't do that, this is a good wine I've been cherishing for 20 years!" Chen Tian took the lead and took a sip, with an intoxicated expression, "Colonel Hoffman, tell you about the specific battle situation in Paris!" You're a lot better at analyzing numbers than I am! ”

Hoffman was not complacent about this small compliment, he stood up and owed to Chentian and Mackensen, and then introduced: "According to the report we have received, our army has a total of 5 group armies, namely the 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, and 7th armies, participated in the Battle of Paris, with a strength of 1.42 million troops, a total of 3,729 artillery pieces, including 23 305 mm heavy guns, 10 420 mm railway guns and road guns, 378 combat aircraft of all kinds, 434 tanks, 766 armored vehicles, and 4,232 trucks, 9,324 motorcycles! During the eight-hour artillery bombardment this morning, our troops fired more than 100,000 shells inside and outside the city of Paris, most of which were aimed at the French positions on the periphery. Don't worry, the Emperor has given the order not to attack the landmarks of Paris as much as possible, so the next time we go to Paris, we should still see the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe and the Louvres, unless the French blow them up themselves! ”

"By the time of the Battle of Paris, there were about 340,000 French troops and about 200,000 militiamen in the encirclement of Paris, and more than 500,000 residents were stranded in the city, most of whom were French who claimed to live and die with Paris!" Speaking of which, Hoffman and the others lamented that civilians should not have been involved in such battles, but since they had become obstacles, no soldier would be soft on them.

"According to the reconnaissance results of our aircraft, the French army has built 3 field defense lines outside the city, but it is believed that most of them were razed to the ground in the morning shelling! The French army and the inhabitants of Paris had built a spider's web of barricades in the city, and they were ready to resist by relying on the sheer size of Paris and the many buildings that made it possible. I am personally not optimistic that they will be able to withstand the armored forces of our army! ”

"40 kilometers southwest of Paris, the commander-in-chief of the French army, Xia Fei, still has 46 French divisions and 7 British divisions in his hands, the number is between 60-700,000, our army did not launch an effective counterattack after the encirclement of Paris, and now our 3rd and 6th armies are blocking them head-on to help Paris!"

"There is basically no suspense in Paris! It is a pity that the main forces of the French are not surrounded by us in Paris, we still have a long way to go. However, after the capture of Paris, we can sweep through the southwest of France with all our might, and the Russians seem to be in great trouble, and they will not be able to make any more trouble with us in a short time! Chen Tian raised the wine glass in his hand, "Cheers to the victory in Paris!" ”

Everyone stood up one after another, and the sound of wine glasses clashing, "Cheers!" ”

"Let me tell you about the situation in Russia!" Chen Tian motioned for everyone to sit down, "Originally, the Russian Revolutionary Party planned to launch a nationwide uprising in November, but the situation suddenly changed, and now they have moved forward their actions by a month!" ”

"The main battlefields of the Russian Revolutionary Party this time were Moscow and St. Petersburg, and they decided to make Moscow the stronghold of the revolution, and St. Petersburg, the seat of the Imperial Palace, was their most important goal! According to our intelligence, now Tsar Nicholas II is in the imperial palace in St. Petersburg, and a large-scale uprising has already broken out in St. Petersburg and Moscow, St. Petersburg has the Tsar's Guard, so I think that for the time being there will not be a full-fledged occupation by the revolutionaries, and the situation in Moscow is different! The first to revolt was the workers' armed forces there, and then the garrison troops infiltrated by the revolutionary party also responded to the uprising, and the fighting in Moscow should be over before dark, and as for St. Petersburg, I think the tsar would have transferred nearby garrisons there to support, so the Russian revolutionaries would have fought very fiercely with the tsar's army there! ”

"Will they catch the Tsar?" Org asked suddenly.

"God knows!" Chen Tian laughed, "Maybe Nicholas II will slip on a cruiser and flee to Finland or something, maybe the soldiers next to him will shoot him!" ”

"Why don't we take the opportunity to attack the Russians?" Mackenson looked at Chen Tian with a puzzled expression, "The Russian army will definitely have no time to resist!" We can take advantage of the opportunity to encroach on large areas of Russian territory! ”

"My dear General Mackensen, even if we occupy the whole of Belarus, we will not have enough troops to defend it!" Chen Tian paused for a moment and said in an affirmative tone, "But our Austro-Hungarian Allied forces are different, I think Archduke Friedrich is now ordering troops to prepare for Belarus or Ukraine!" ”

"That's true!" Hoffman picked up a telegram that had just arrived, "The Austrian army is moving towards the border!" ”

Paris, cloudy, fighting underway.

German soldiers cautiously entered the city under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, the French did not know where the courage and strength came from, and almost everyone was ready to fight to the death. For the German soldiers, bullets could be fired from any direction, and the spire of the Eiffel Tower loomed in their field of vision, but no one was in the mood to admire it.

Private Lake pressed his body against the corner of a building facing the street, clutching his Mauser 1898 rifle tightly in his hand. He couldn't remember how many bullets he had in his magazine, but the only thing he knew for sure was that he hadn't hit an enemy yet, as each shot seemed aimless. Behind those curtained and uncurtained windows there may be a Frenchman, or even more. Although there are many French, the weapons in their hands seem to be very simple, the sound of machine guns seems to come from the attacking side, and the most worrying thing is the ******** and kerosene bullets and ****** in the hands of some French.

On the street to the right of Lake, the French bullets were particularly dense, and at the end of the street there was a concrete barricade that blocked the street horizontally, with two cannon barrels looming out of it. Lake had seen the kind of cannon that fired disgusting and disgusting, and it was the best field gun of the French, the "Miss 75", a rapid-fire gun with a very fast rate of fire and a powerful rapid-fire gun, and in the middle of that street there was a burning armored car and a paralyzed tank, and dozens of corpses in gray military uniforms were scattered in the middle and sides of the road. The sight of the armored vehicle exploding directly from the inside was terrifying, and many German soldiers on fire jumped out of the car with shouts and fell under the bullets fired by the French from the houses on both sides.

Lake felt like he had been here for two minutes, and they didn't seem to be held back after entering the city.

"Hey! Listen up, everyone! Lake's platoon commander gathered several soldiers, including Lake, "We can't stay here forever, we have to move forward!" After a while we threw grenades into the street, and after the explosion we turned into the first house on this side and took it! Do you understand? ”

The soldiers nodded, and their platoon commander admonished again: "Machine gunner, your machine gun must keep up, and it will depend on your machine gun to suppress the French in the opposite corridor!" And the sub-heavy, don't throw that box of bullets away! ”

Lake followed the others to remove the grenade from his waist, unscrewed the iron lid, and wrapped the drawstring inside around the index finger of his left hand, while his right hand was ready to throw the grenade at any moment.

"Let's get moving!" The platoon commander took the lead in throwing the grenade out, and Lake threw his own grenade out and then clinged back to the corner, and a dozen grenades exploded not far away with a deafening explosion, and the place at the corner of the street was suddenly filled with gunsmoke.

"Quick! Rush over! The platoon commander poked his head out to observe the street and waved his soldiers into the first house. Although the smoke obscured the view of the French, the bullets whizzed in.

Lake felt his whole heart hang in the air the moment he turned the street, and he felt like he was almost running on tiptoe. The soldier at the front slammed his shoulder against the door of the house facing the street, and the soldiers in the back rushed in one by one.

Ryker's heart was pounding until he entered the house, and he didn't have time to rejoice that he heard a scream. The soldier who was at the back was stopped by the French, and he fell to the ground on his back, and the French bullets rained down on the ground near the soldier, splashing small black dots on the asphalt.

"Oh God!" The soldiers wanted to do something, but they could do nothing but watch their companion twitch, and soon the poor man's body fell silent with the sound of the French's gunfire.

"That's it! Let's take action! We go upstairs and clean each room in groups of three, there will be a lot of French people in there, everyone be careful! The platoon commander ordered.

Lake climbed the stairs, and he was tasked with clearing the second floor with Private Orr, Private Yog, and another team. The hallways here were dark and silent, except for the constant sound of other people's footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound of gunfire in the street outside was less harsh across a row of rooms.

"Lake, Orr, I'm banging on the door and you're ready to shoot!" It was Yogg who spoke, a strong man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters. Lake admires this big introverted man, not only because of his kindness, but also because he has beautiful silver-white hair. Lake thinks he looks like a nobleman of good status, but unfortunately, he is actually just the son of a peasant.

"Yog, be careful!"

Lake whispered from the side of the first door at the top of the stairs, Orr on the other, and Jorg leaned his rifle against the wall to the side, slewing his muscles to pound the door.

"Got it! Don't get your rifles blocked by this damn corridor! ”

Lake also did not understand why the French had designed such a narrow corridor, and his long rifle could not cross the corridor at all, so the muzzle of their rifle could only be pointed diagonally upward, and the muzzle of the rifle could only be fired when the door was opened.

With a thud, the door was smashed into pieces by the 200-pound man, and Yog fell to the ground with the door, while Lake and Orr quickly poked the muzzle of their rifle into the room......

It's empty!

"Damn it!" Yog cursed angrily as he got up, a room that looked as small as a hallway, with only a simple bed and a small table.

"Looks like it's a small hotel!" Lake shook his head, they didn't have time to take a closer look at the house when they came in, and besides, none of them knew French.

"Say nothing! Let's go next! ”

One by one, the doors were slammed open, and the almost identical layout inside confirmed their suspicion that it was indeed a small hotel, and that it was an abandoned hotel.

"The last one!" Yog panted and stood in front of the door of a room, and said in a very low voice, "Don't be nervous, guys! Maybe the French are hiding on the third floor! ”

There were already several gunshots on the third floor, but Lake didn't know if they saw the French or pulled the trigger out of nervousness, and Lake squeezed a few words out between his teeth, "The French don't necessarily hide in the first house on the street!" ”

"Who knows?" Orr made a mosquito-like sound, and the three of them talked like thieves entering the house, in a voice that was almost inaudible only to them.

The last door on the second floor had been smashed by Yog's shoulder, and there was still no one inside, but they could see through the window a tank spewing green smoke onto the street, and a group of infantry cats following behind it. The French bullets seemed to be constantly hitting the tank, and a crisp clang could be heard through the window.

"Come on! Guys! Lake muttered under his breath, and ran upstairs with the others. On the stairs they heard a loud bang coming from the street.

"Damn the French!" Lake knew that it was another ZHA kit thrown by the French from a window, and that it was so powerful that if it landed on the tank, it would be enough to blow up the turret or track of the tank, and by the way, stun the tanker inside.

By the time they reached the third floor, the rest of the platoon had already cleared the third floor, and in a room facing the street, a French militiaman was sitting in the corner with wide eyes.

"The tank outside is all right!" Before Lake could finish speaking, he heard the sound of engines and tracks grinding below, and it sounded so pleasant.

"It's fine! When we came up, this guy had just thrown a zha kit down, blowing up a few soldiers in the back of the tank, and then I shot the guy in the head! The platoon commander said angrily, "Machine gunner, hurry up and put the machine gun here, and if there is movement in the window opposite, shoot me to death!" ”

Lake put down his rifle and sat down in the corner, his heart far more exhausted than his body.

Moscow, sunny day, fighting in progress.

Bang! Bang!

Footsteps and gunfire filled the wide corridors, and soldiers with white towels tied to their right arms and workers with various weapons kicked open the doors of one room after another, pulling out the people in the rooms one by one.

Gunfire was heard in the streets of Moscow, and the revolutionaries were engaged in fierce battles with government troops. Sovalov followed the other soldiers with his depleted rifle, he couldn't remember when he had run out of bullets, but most of the soldiers around him seemed to be in the same situation as himself, preparing to block the street with bayonets and rifle butts in their hands. There were a number of revolutionaries at the intersection, some of whom had been their companions not so long ago, and some of whom were ordinary citizens.

Only the last bullet belt of their machine guns remained, and perhaps the next attack of the revolutionaries would crush them. Sovalov remembered that he was only 22 years old, he should not have died here, he still had a bright future.

"Captain, let's surrender to the revolutionaries!" An older soldier looked up at the officer on horseback.

"Bastard! Bastard! The officer whipped the poor soldier with a horsewhip, "Whoever dares to surrender, I will shoot him!" ”

Sovalov glanced contemptuously at the revolver in the officer's hand, which had slaughtered several revolutionaries and was now out of ammunition. Just a week ago, the soldiers of their company received an order to keep only 5 rounds each, and the rest were sent to the Polish and Turkish fronts. Sovalov clenched the rifle in his hand, he had already made a bold decision in his heart.

When a group of mixed revolutionary armed forces appeared around the corner, the captain officer shouted: "Shoot! Never let them cross this street! ”

Suddenly, the officer felt his back and heart tingle, and when he looked down, the tip of a bayonet appeared in his chest, and he rolled his eyes and quickly fell off his horse.

"We surrender! We revolt! Sovalov shouted as he raised his rifle in the air, and the other soldiers around him didn't want to do the same.

An officer with a white towel on his right arm stopped next to them, "Welcome to the revolution!" ”