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Before dawn, the whole city was sleepy.

"Che Che! Cars! Strange car! ”

Mrs. rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her son, the three-year-old Mico, was lying on the windowsill shouting, and she was about to get his little son back to bed, when she heard a strange noise, which did not sound far away, as if some machine was trying to work.

"Leif, Lef, wake up!" Mrs. Heyman, who shook his arm and shouted his name, was a very ordinary civil servant who lived on a road near the city, and Mrs. Heyman worked in a nearby textile factory, and the young couple had a child, and lived a poor but fulfilling life. Wilhelm II's death did not have much impact on the family, and the couple had no holidays, no overtime, no raises or cuts, and their lives remained uneventful except for some anger, regret and sorrow.

Mr., who was suddenly woken up, was obviously very displeased, and he shouted a little vaguely: "What's wrong? What's going on? Are there thieves? ”

Mrs. pointed out the window, "There's a strange noise outside!" ”

After listening intently for a moment, Mr. walked softly to the window.

What little Nico saw was cars moving down the road outside the window, with their headlights on, looking odd, some of them making a clanging sound of metal as they went. Next to these cars, whole rows of soldiers were marching silently.

"Nothing, it just looks like the army is moving! Rest early! Mr. Heyman, who had watched the parade, yawned, and slouched back into bed.

"It's going to be mobilized on such a cold night! These people are so pathetic! Come, Miko, good, go back to your bed! Mrs. shrank back into the bed.

After a while, little Niko reluctantly left the windowsill.

On this night, there were many citizens who were woken up like their husbands and wives, but the vast majority of them did not realize what was going to happen, and people regarded this as an ordinary movement of the army, and did not react to the Janissaries as an anomaly, so when the Janissaries discovered the troops, they had very little time to react.

"Uh...... Lost again! ”

Chen Tian breathed a sigh of relief, Tirpitz's last move could be described as "planned for a long time", and he had no room to turn back.

Tirpitz didn't speak, but looked up at the clock opposite, and it was a quarter past four.

After staring at the chessboard for a long time, Chen Tian's tightly knit horizontal eyebrows suddenly stretched, looking back at the entire chess game, Tirpitz's every move was carefully and quietly paving the way for the "final lore".

Chen Tian glanced at the veteran in front of him again, and then thought about everything that happened after he came to Berlin, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Politics is not something that can be played casually, let alone a person like Chen Tian who is new to politics. Tirpitz is different, he has been in the military for many years, and enjoys the reputation of the father of the imperial navy, and his knowledge and understanding of politics and military circles is far beyond the reach of ordinary people, not to mention that he has always been assisted by Wilhelm II, who is known for his strange temper.

For Tirpitz, Chen Tian had a little more reverence.

"Whether it will be resolved peacefully or rivers of blood, the answer will soon be known!"

There was still silence outside the window, but Tirpitz came out with such a sentence.

Chen Tian straightened his collar, he had seen a lot of blood, and it was the first time he participated in the seizure of power by force, and he inevitably felt a little strange in his heart.

"If nothing else, everything will be known after dawn."

Compared to the calm of the Admiralty, the staff officers of the War Department were busy at this time, and even their boss, Admiral Falkenhein, had a very unnatural expression on his face.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, don't worry! The powerful Praetorian Guard is absolutely loyal to the country, and now Berlin is safe! In addition, I have drawn as many army units as I can from outside Berlin. What is certain is that the troops stationed in Frankfurt have arrived in the eastern suburbs of Berlin, and a cavalry regiment stationed near Brandenburg is on the way. As for Leipzig and Hanover, a little further afield, the troops stationed there had some armored vehicles, only they would not be able to reach Berlin until noon. As long as these troops are gathered, the parliament can safely vote on the cabinet succession bill! Yes...... Feel relieved...... Well...... Good bye! ”

Hanging up the phone, Falkenhein let out a long sigh, once the situation involved the mutiny, the politicians would panic, and even the old prime minister seemed quite worried on the phone, so he tried to downplay the current situation to appease the restless old man.

In fact, Falkenhain and the War Office were well aware that they had completely lost control of the nearly 60,000 men in the 36 regiments of the Zitten barracks on the southern outskirts of Berlin, which was a worrying thing for the Janissaries, who numbered just over 100,000 and were evenly distributed throughout the Berlin area. As for the anomalies along Berlin's East Prussia route, the staff officers of Falkenhain have not yet found a very precise cause, but it is not difficult to understand all this if you turn to the map of Germany.

Leaving the telephone, Falkenhein paced to the window with his hands behind his back, and when he received the news that the mutinous troops were approaching the city, he could only secretly complain in his heart that at this time in Berlin he had almost no soldiers to move except the Army Department Guards and the troops of the Duke of Württemberg. Naturally, the guards with less than a thousand men were no match for the mutineers, and the Duke of Württemberg was afraid that he would not be able to protect himself now. Now Falkenhein can hope that the Janissaries, which are beyond the control of both sides, will delay a little longer.

Berlin's long Wilhelmstrasse stretches from the edge of the city to near Alexanderplatz, a symbol of empire and triumph to the west of the Brandenburg Gate (built in 1753 and rebuilt in 1788), north of the Brandenburg Gate is the Reichstag (built in 1894 where Wilhelm II read the Edict of War), and east along the Frankfurt Strasse to the Imperial Palace, the center of the empire and the seat of imperial power.

The street, which could pass in parallel with four carriages, was guarded by the southern district of Berlin and the Central Janissary, with General Garrett and his troops in the southern section and General Rohrer and his central corps in the northern section.

William Street entrance.

The cordon at the intersection is not as tight as one might think, after all, this is Berlin, and after the outbreak of the war, you can't even smell the smell of gunpowder. The soldiers of the Praetorian Guard used some sandbags to build two machine gun battle positions on both sides of the street, and a silver-white Maxim machine gun was placed on one side, which made people feel that they were far more ornamental than combat. The wide street between the machine-gun positions was blocked by several wooden fences hung with barbed wire, which did not seal the intersection and pedestrians could pass between the two fences. In fact, during the day, the wooden fences are completely moved aside to allow cars and trams to pass.

Guarded here were some soldiers from General Garret's 19th Infantry Battalion, 5th Lancer Battalion and 2nd Armored Battalion, while about 50 infantrymen, 15 cavalry and 2 armoured fighting vehicles were still on duty all night. Despite the two-hour shift, the Praetorian Guards soldiers endured the double torment of cold and sleepiness.

From time to time a patrol of five or 10 men passed by on the streets north of the intersection, some along William Street, others turning onto other streets at one junction.

To be able to serve in the glorious Praetorian Guard, the soldiers had to go through layers of strict selection, and everyone here had pure blood and glorious traditions, coupled with handsome faces and strong figures, everything about them was enviable. The infantry wore blue-gray Praetorian Guard uniforms, which were similar in style to ordinary military uniforms, but there were a lot of gold and red decorations in the details, especially the helmet on their heads, which was dazzling silver-white, and the caps and helmets of officers above the rank of major were golden; The cavalrymen wore traditional lancer uniforms, pointed helmets with metallic wings, and beautiful and ornate feathered bundles on top; The uniforms and equipment of the Janissaries were completely equipped according to the standards of ordinary armored troops, and the number was not large, because the emperor originally directly controlled an entire armored corps, but unfortunately this armored unit was used by Prince to strengthen his 5th Army during the French campaign, and they were fighting in Britain at this time.

As for the weapons of the Janissary infantry and cavalry, they were not much different from ordinary troops, except that they spent as long wiping their rifles, spears and sabers as they did practicing shooting and sprinting.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of horses' hooves, and the riders came from the north, and the soldiers could see the conspicuous bunch of feathers above the knight's head from afar. The knight and his horse were bright and dark under a street lamp, and before the man and horse reached the street corner, the anxious voice was the first to come:

"Get ready to fight! Get ready for battle! ”

The soldiers at the corner of the street were amazed, and they took off their rifles from their backs, their eyes still fixed on the rapidly approaching knight, each wanting to know what had happened.

The commander was a cavalry ensign with a beautiful mustache, and he and several other cavalrymen armed with spears were the first to meet him.

"Herald, what's going on?"

The knight from before held the reins, and both men and horses gasped.

"Ensign, prepare your soldiers for battle! From now on, no one will be allowed to enter the city through here without the approval of the general! In addition, reinforcements will soon arrive from the camp, and the general wants you to defend the street at all costs! ”

"Guarding the street?" The cavalry lieutenant was even a little suspicious of his ears, knowing that this was Wilhelmstrasse in Berlin, and even the nearest enemy was in Italy hundreds of kilometers away, and the poor Italians had only begged for mercy at this time, and as for the British, it was impossible to cross the strait with a small sampan.

"Yes! An army that has lost control is now heading towards the city, and may appear in front of you in the next second, and your mission is to stop them from entering the city! Okay, I'm going to inform the others. Good luck, second lieutenant! With that, the herald galloped away, and the wind disappeared around another corner, leaving only a stunned crowd.

It took a few seconds for the second lieutenant to come to his senses, and he shouted at the poor infantrymen:

"Get ready to fight! Close the fence! ”

At this moment, a low rumbling sound faintly came from the front, and there was a dense sound of footsteps, and the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard guarding the street corner pulled the bolts one after another, and everyone stared ahead with wide eyes, and the two armored combat vehicles parked on the side of the blockade line soon started up, and the rumbling engine seemed to echo the sound in the distance.

The Praetorian Guard infantrymen patrolling the neighborhood kept coming to reinforce the street, but the second lieutenant and his soldiers were still very apprehensive.

About 2 minutes later, a steel chariot covered with rivets suddenly appeared under the street lamp a hundred meters away, rolling forward with snow-covered tracks, the black barrel on it pointing straight to this side, and the hatch on the turret was closed.

Naturally, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard will not be unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

The Janissaries who stood or squatted behind the blockade line looked at me, I looked at you, even the soldiers in the two armored vehicles were at a loss, and the cavalrymen kept comforting the frightened horses, and seeing the tanks of unfamiliar colors in this environment, the hearts of these brave knights were also a little hairy, and what was even worse was that they didn't know how to stop these ill-intentioned iron guys, their bullets, bayonets, spears, and knives were just a bunch of pitiful toys in front of the tank.

The first khaki tank drove past the light zone of the street lamp and then dimmed, and then the second tank appeared in the light, one after the other, and the whole street was filled with the sound of tracks.

When the first tank was only about twenty meters away from the street, the cavalry ensign, who was holding a knife in his right hand, shouted:

"In the name of the great Praetorian Guard, I order you to stop advancing!"

Under the street lamps, the Praetorian Guards could already see the round rivets on the walls of the tank, as well as the protruding muzzle of the machine gun on the front of the tank.

Those tanks are still advancing!

The Praetorian Guard soldiers pressed their fingers tightly on the trigger, and the machine gunners were ready to tilt the bullets out of the cartridge belts at any moment, and even the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

Finally, less than 5 meters from the Janissary blockade, the first tank came to an abrupt halt.

The second tank quickly drove parallel to the first, and the third tank unceremoniously drove up, three tank guns aimed at the helpless Praetorian Guard soldiers in front.

A cold wind blew, and someone was shivering slightly.

The Praetorian Guard was great, but not invincible.

After the first row of tanks stopped, the follow-up tanks finally slowed down, and at this point armored combat vehicles, also painted in yellow, appeared on the street, and the infantry in their compartments showed only half of their bodies. Next to the armoured combat vehicle, groups of infantry with rifles at the end of the rally were marching in an orderly and cautious manner.