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On the side of the cordon at the entrance of William Street, nearly 100 pairs of eyes were staring at the three tanks painted in yellow.

The street was not noisy, and the air was filled with the smell of unease.

Dense and neat footsteps come from the south, and sparse and messy footsteps come from the north.

Time passed by second, and it seemed so long for the Janissary soldiers, who were numerically and psychologically disadvantaged. They don't know what the other person is waiting for, and apprehensive guessing is useless in this situation.

From above, more than 30 tanks were parked in a neat row at the intersection of Wilhelmstrasse, followed by more armored vehicles and infantry.

Crossing this street will officially enter the city of Berlin.

Squeak......

When the hatch on the turret of the tank in the middle suddenly opened without warning, the mood was extremely tense.

Emerging from the tank turret was an officer in a black tank uniform, and in this light, the Praetorian Guards could not see the man's face and rank, but all the guns were aimed at him almost at the same time.

"Calm down! Don't shoot without my orders! The previous cavalry lieutenant cautiously told his men that his voice was not loud, but it was enough to ensure that every Praetorian Guard soldier present could hear it.

The officer on the tank did not climb out of the tank completely, but instead took the captain's position as the tank was moving normally, exposing the small half of his body to the outside of the turret. Instead of rushing to speak, he glanced back at the troops behind him.

Eventually, all the tanks and armored vehicles stopped, and the roads on this side were jammed. Comparatively speaking, the Praetorian Guard troops guarding the street entrance still had only a very pitiful hundred or so people at this time.

The sound of tanks and armored vehicles is heard, but it's eerily quiet.

There seems to be a strange magic in this street, the attackers have a huge advantage but are slow to move forward, and the defenders are increasing in strength, but they still seem to be alone.

When a slight buzz came from the sky, the officer on the tank suddenly spoke:

"Officers and soldiers of the Praetorian Guard!"

The sound wasn't pleasant, but it was loud enough to go a block.

"We have no intention of making enemies against you, but we must pass through here today, and we will punish those who plot to seize the throne, Gianlugi. His Royal Highness William is the true heir to the throne! ”

The officers and soldiers of the Praetorian Guard, including the second lieutenant, looked at each other, and they naturally did not know about the inside story of the heir to the throne.

"If you are going to be the enemy of justice, then shoot us! But if you are still a soldier of the Reich, a German, get out of the way! ”

The words of the officer on the tank were not so righteous or inspiring, but they clearly gave the other party two choices: either give way or fight!

The cavalry lieutenant on the opposite side rode forward a few steps, "I'm sorry, our duty is to guard this street entrance, we can't let you pass without an order from our superiors!" ”

In the dim light, no one saw the change in the expression of the officer on the tank, and he immediately slipped back into the turret of the tank, and the sound of the hatch closing announced the end of the "salute" in the first salute and then the soldier.

In the main Admiralty office building in Berlin's West End, Chen Tian and Tirpitz stood silently in front of the window.

The searchlights in the urban area suddenly became brighter, and the terrible air defense siren suddenly sounded.

At this time, for the first time since the outbreak of the war, air defense sirens sounded in the urban area of Berlin in non-exercise situations. Despite not experiencing any real air raids, the Stern Germans deployed hundreds of high-powered anti-aircraft searchlights, hundreds of anti-aircraft guns, and two fighter squadrons in their capital.

Under the pillar of the root searchlight, the huge guys loomed in the sky. Painted with a huge iron cross under their bellies, almost every Berliner has seen them at military parades, and they are one of the proudest weapons of the Empire.

The zeppelins, flying from the north-east, paid no attention to the searchlights on the ground, and flew straight to Alexanderplatz and the Brandenburg Gate in the middle of the city, where the lights were the best pilot lights.

Suddenly, it snowed heavily in Berlin.

When the clock struck 5 times, a distant gunshot rang out.

History has chosen bloody struggles, and a peaceful solution is always a good wish. In Chentian's opinion, if there will be countless deaths tonight, then he can only blame Wilhelm II's suspicion for making the Praetorian Guard unable to choose to avoid it at this time.

From this window, there is no direct view of William Street, but judging by the intensity of the gunfire, it was by no means an easy battle. The Emperor's Praetorian Guard had never fought in a single battle, but no one could afford to underestimate their fighting prowess, and their honor and tradition meant that they would not give up easily, let alone surrender.

The 12 Navy Zeppelins that took off from the Stettin naval base scattered tens of thousands of scraps of paper improvised in language similar to those Rupresit had spoken to the soldiers before, and that they would tell the Praetorian Guard officers and citizens of Berlin the truth about the succession to the throne.

Chentian and Tirpitz did not expect these pieces of paper to make the Janissaries give up their resistance, but they could turn the people to their side, which was what the Prime Minister and the Cabinet feared most.

Berlin was no longer calm with the sound of rumbling explosions, but the smoke and flames of war did not come from war.

After the horn of the attack sounded, the blockade of Wilhelmstrasse collapsed almost instantaneously, how machine guns, rifles and knights could compete with the steel bodies of tanks. Not to mention the ugly-looking anti-tank rifles, the emperor's Praetorian Guard was rarely equipped with even hand grenades, and the ornate military uniforms were often the biggest burden on the battlefield.

The soldiers under Ollie's command hurried past the street and poured into the city, and the people didn't even have time to glance at the blood and corpses on the ground, and the two armored vehicles belonging to the Praetorian Guard had twisted into two piles of scrap metal, which burned helplessly on both sides of the road.

Under the light of the fire, countless soldiers with resolute expressions were advancing.

In the buildings on both sides of Wilhelmstrasse, there were basically people with heads and faces, all of whom hid behind the curtains in horror and watched the chaos in the streets: pieces of paper were constantly falling from the sky, the Janissaries were crouching or lying on their stomachs and constantly firing, groups of cavalry and strings of bullets were moving in front of each other, people were constantly being shot and falling from their horses, the sound of machine guns filled the streets, and the sound of shells and explosions was heard from time to time.

"Oh God! Where did they come from? ”

Looking at the locust-like tanks in front of him, a Praetorian Guard infantryman leaning on a street corner was desperately holding a rifle, even if he used up all the ammunition on his body, he couldn't hurt the skin of the tank.

The Great Praetorian Guard was not originally designed to deal with tanks and armored vehicles.

The snow on the streets quickly melted, and white pieces of paper lay quietly in small puddles, allowed to be run over by leather boots, horses' hooves, or tracks, stained with mud and blood.

The Conservatives of the Southern Sector continued to converge on William Street, but these heroic soldiers could not resist the advance of the opposing armored forces even with their own bodies, and the tankmen of the elite armored regiment of the Oli Regiment were experienced in many battles, and they knew how to maximize the deterrence and lethality of the tanks against the infantry, while the infantry of the Oli Corps and other units followed closely behind the tanks, and the attacking troops quickly advanced along William Street, and took control of some surrounding blocks.

From the very beginning of the battle, the distinction between those who were well prepared and those who were temporarily responding to the battle showed that the Janissaries who were too scattered gradually had to resist and retreat, and most of the corpses of the Praetorian Guards lay on the ground.

Reich MP and Ministry of Education official Harry. Heibo lived in a house next to the intersection of Britz Street and Wilhelm Street, and the night was unbelievable for the elder Heiber, who rubbed his eyes desperately, but saw the two German armies fighting mercilessly.

"Oh, that's the Royal Cavalry!"

Old Haibo's eyes were not too bad, he saw indeed a noble and brave cavalry, the horse's hooves on the stone slabs of the street as the cavalry advanced, and the white feathers on the horsemen's heads shook up and down with the galloping horses. In his opinion, the Praetorian Guards must not be bad people, but in an instant, the bullet penetrated the knights' bodies, and when the young life disappeared in an instant, at this time Lao Haibo could only cover his eyes in pain.

As he watched the Praetorian Guards soldiers fall one by one, he couldn't help but feel deep frustration and sadness.

The blood of the knight and the horse flowed on the ground, and soon it turned cold and black in the cold air until it condensed. The horses had not stopped drawing out, and yellow tanks rumbled past them.

Suddenly, a few black things came out of Britz Street on the east side. Although there were still a number of streetlights lining the streets, their outlines were blurred, and it was not until one of them stopped next to one of them that the elder Haebo recognized that it was also a tank, a tank similar in appearance to the attacking tank, but in a very different color, its metal exterior painted a dull green, like the military uniform of a Praetorian Guard.

It was the first battle between tanks on the European continent, and no one expected it to happen in this situation.

The tankmen of the Praetorian Guard had no experience of actual combat, but they were good at training, especially when the tanks marched in formation.

Oli's tankmen have been in battle for a long time, and they have never fought a tank.

Perhaps, among the tanks that shoot at each other, there will be classmates who once studied together at the Königsberg Armored Academy, and even close friends back then, but the reality is so cruel.

There were no armor-piercing shells on either side, but even a short-barreled 37-mm tank gun could not be underestimated in terms of impact on the tank's armor at such a distance. The Janissary tank fired the first shell at the opponent, and after the sudden attack, the first yellow tank came to an abrupt halt, and the impact of the rivet armor high-speed shell on the right side of its hull and the explosion were opened open, and the shrapnel did not directly kill the occupants of the vehicle, but the violent shock and the destructive force brought by the flying steel plate was enough to kill.

Immediately afterward, a second Praetorian tank parked at the intersection also opened fire, but instead of hitting its target, it blew a huge hole in the wall of the building on the other side. Without waiting for the other tanks of the Praetorian Guard to fire, the yellow tanks stopped and fired back, and there was almost no need to aim too much at such a distance, and after the slight movement of the barrel, it was a shot, and it could not hit the opponent and could kick up countless rubble next to the opponent.

For pedestrians, Wilhelmstrasse is still quite wide, but as a battlefield for tank battles, it is too narrow. Soon, the first few tanks on both sides were paralyzed, and the street was immediately congested with these immobile tanks, and the buildings on both sides of the street were also scarred.

"Order the vanguard to advance desperately, forward!"

Ao, who had climbed up to the building on the side of Wilhelm Street, watched the fierce tank battle with a telescope, and he had expected this to happen, but fortunately the Janissaries did not have many tanks in their hands, and only one or two companies were controlled by the Southern Praetorian Guards. In Ollie's view, regardless of whether the Praetorian Guards in other regions will support across the region, the most important point for the attacking force is to fight quickly.

In a short time, his order reached the vanguard of the armored regiment, and the commander of the regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Moferin, who was 32 years old, was a very courageous officer, and with a wave of his hand, he personally advanced with a convoy of tanks. After pushing away the wreckage of the tanks on both sides, he forced his way forward despite the fire of the remaining two Janissaries tanks, and fired at the opponent at a very close distance, the shells tearing off the opponent's armor and hitting his own tanks hard. Although such an attack was very dangerous, the attackers managed to clear the Janissary tanks at the entrance. With the dumb fire of their own tanks and the onslaught of the opposing tanks, the temporary barricades that had just been set up by the Janissaries infantry cavalry were suddenly in chaos, and the armored vehicles and infantry of the Oli Corps followed the attack of the tank troops, and the advance was smooth again.

The Navy's airship did not rush to leave after dropping the leaflets, but circled over the city like a demonstration. Berlin's air defenses failed to fire a single shot, and it was later learned that their commanders were afraid that the airships would catch fire after they were shot down, and that they were not dropping destructive bombs, so they did not let their soldiers fire into the air from the beginning to the end.

As the battle progressed, there was also a noise in the vicinity of the Admiralty. According to the staff officer's report, the Janissaries of the Western District were massing, and companies of infantry cavalry were moving in the direction of the city center. Chen Tian did not adjust his deployment in this regard, but stood at the window with Tirpitz and silently watched the fire rising in the northeast.

Just across the street from the Admiralty was the War Department in Falkenhein, and the War Chancellor was watching the fierce battle from the window, although he knew the truth that the thief captured the king first, but he only had a poor guard at hand, and more importantly, this was the territory of General Baum, the Praetorian Guard of the Western End, and since his arrival in Berlin, the general had deployed a large number of Janissaries on the street between the Admiralty and the War Department, as if to prevent a possible direct clash between the War Department and the Admiralty.

Giggle......

The sudden knock on the door made Falkenhein chuckle in his heart, and for now he was not panicked or afraid, but a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.