"Oh! Autumn is coming! ”

Patches of withered yellow leaves fell from the tall birch trees and returned to the strange and familiar embrace of the earth.

The whole summer was hot and suffocating, with scenes of blood type and violence filling the continents and oceans, and people of different colors and countries were fighting side by side, watching from the sidelines, or living to the death. Perhaps, only the cold North and South Poles are the purest and most tranquil.

The first summer after the outbreak of the war gradually faded away in the cool autumn wind, and the summer cicadas still looked forward to the winter that they would never see, but unfortunately, their world ended here, and the golden season was their final destination.

At this time, the protagonists of the war have no time to enjoy this beautiful season, and they are equally busy, some are in a good mood, and some are full of troubles.

Paris, the city known for its romance has changed beyond recognition. Today, the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe still stand, and tomorrow they may be in ruins under fire. Both the attackers and defenders are constantly digging fortifications, and the streets of the city have been transformed into defensive positions, and the romantic atmosphere is gone. Inside the city, Gallieni, the commander of the French garrison, swore to defend every inch of his position with a million Parisian soldiers and civilians; Outside the city, Kaiser Wilhelm II, accompanied by Moltke the Younger and the Crown Prince, inspected the front line.

A door of German heavy artillery was pushed into position, and a large number of ammunition was also ready. The German soldiers were in good spirits after a short break, and their morale was even more high after the Emperor's visit. The Kluk Army on the right flank of the German army had cut off the last communication between Paris and the outside world a week ago, and Paris had been surrounded by 1.4 million officers and soldiers of the German army's five armies, 73 infantry divisions, more than 3,700 artillery pieces, nearly 300 combat aircraft of all kinds, and thousands of combat vehicles of all kinds were making final preparations for attack, and countless leaflets were falling on the streets of Paris every day, but the Parisians did not seem to care at all.

The upcoming Battle of Paris will be under the personal command of Moltke Jr., Chief of the General Staff of the German Army, and the armored forces of Crown Prince Prince have been restored to the state they were before the Battle of Verdun after being supplemented by the newly formed 4 tank regiments and 1 panzer division.

Dozens of kilometers southwest of Paris, the commander-in-chief of the French army, Xia Fei, was leading the exhausted Anglo-French army to fight and retreat, and Paris was surrounded by the Germans right under their noses, but they had no way to do it. Since the British completely blocked the English Channel and announced the encirclement of the mainland, there has not been a single British soldier who has crossed the channel to reinforce the French battlefield in the past half a month.

In Berlin, Germany, Prime Minister Batemann and War Minister Falkenhein received a special mission sent by the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, and the two sides are holding talks on the division of the territory of Russian Poland, and so far the two sides have basically reached an agreement: with Warsaw as the demarcation point, the 460,000 square kilometers of Russian Poland will be divided into two, the north will be assigned to Germany, and the south will be assigned to Austria-Hungary, and the remnants of Russian forces in Poland will be cleared by the cooperation of the armies of both sides, and a defense line will be jointly built on the German-Russian and Austro-Russian borders to resist a possible attack by the Russian army. This plan was also agreed by the Kaiser, who was inspecting the front line, and the emperor had proposed to end the war before Christmas, believing that Russia would inevitably choose peace after the defeat of France, and that there was no need to continue its march into the heart of Russia, and that the only lesson he wanted to learn was the Britons who betrayed him and tried to assassinate the crown prince on the other side of the channel.

In Wilhelmshaven, Germany, Prince of Prussia and Commander of the High Seas Fleet, Heydrich, and Admiral Tirpitz are closely monitoring the situation in the North Sea and the Atlantic, and the German submarine forces have carried out powerful attacks and blockades on British sea transport lines, and British sea transport has fallen by 60% throughout September, and British merchant ships and British warships that escort them are losing every day, so that at present, the foreign trade of the British Isles is almost entirely dependent on neutral merchant ships. In addition to attacking the British mainland, the main German fleet was also actively planning to enter the Atlantic Ocean for surprise operations, which completely destroyed the confidence of the British.

Prince Gigi of East Prussia. Wilhelm and the main force of his corps were resting in Warsaw, he and his generals were planning the Polish-Belarusian defensive line, and the main forces were actively preparing to rush to the Western Front. Chen Tian was submitting a written plan to the Emperor to divide the East Prussian Army into three, and Matthew's Fourth Army and garrison troops to form the East Prussian Cluster, which was responsible for the defense of the East Prussian region; General Mackensen's 1st Corps plus 1st Panzer Corps formed a Polish cluster with General Vojlsch's German Reserve Corps, which had previously supported the Austrian army, and was responsible for the defense of German Poland; He personally led the Panzer Corps and the 1st and 3rd Infantry Corps to prepare for the front. Even better news for the officers and men of the East Prussian Regiment was that the Kaiser was ready to personally award them medals, and everyone was guessing what kind of reward they would receive.

In Constantinople, Turkish President Kemal confidently handles the battle reports, while Oli, the German brigadier general and commander of the German-Turkish forces, commands the German-Turkish army against the Russian Caucasus Army Group in a small village south of the Greater Caucasus Mountains. Under the excellent command of Oli, the German-Turkish army has won several battles, and although the Russian army has not yet suffered heavy losses, the morale and fighting spirit of the Russians are gradually declining; On the Egyptian-Turkish border, the Turkish army was also fighting valiantly with the British colonial army, and the hearts of the British had long since flown back to their homeland, so the tide of the war was also developing in Turkey's favor.

King George and his ministers in Birmingham, the provisional capital of Britain, looked at the monthly reports of sunken merchant ships, and their mood hovered at the bottom, although every day the colonial legions arrived on the mainland to strengthen their defenses, but for every ten soldiers returning from the colonies, three were killed in the attack of German submarines, and the whole British Isles was in an atmosphere of sadness and pessimism. The German overseas fleet has been very active lately, and they pose a considerable threat and attack to the British colonies, but the British navy cannot concentrate on encircling them. The only good news for the British may be that British submarines have also begun to sink a small number of German merchant ships, but that also means that German maritime transport is revival.

In Plymouth Harbor, England, Vice Admiral Martin, the new commander of the British fleet, stood on the pier and watched the last remaining naval power of this once glorious maritime empire, the British St. George's naval flag hanging weakly; The French sailors looked sluggish, and even their battleships did not look a little angry, and perhaps, the whole harbor had lost confidence.

On a steamship bound for Tokyo, a fat man, a notorious fat man, to be exact, the head of British naval intelligence, is plotting a reckless plan that only he believes will give the British Empire time to re-emerge.

Lyon, the provisional capital of France, President Poincalai and other government officials await the news of the fall of Paris in horror, where newly recruited soldiers and colonies from various colonies are gathering, and they and the remnants of Chauffeur have become France's last hope.

In St. Petersburg, Tsar Nun Ra II lost sleep every day because of the terrible war situation, his army was defeated on the German-Austrian front, and there was no progress on the Turkish battlefield, the nearly one million recruits who had just been conscripted were seriously lacking in weapons and uniforms, and the overburdened railway lines could not effectively gather and transport them to the front, and the recent rumors that the German-Austrian alliance would take Moscow made him even more disturbed. The first troops from the Far East had arrived at the Turkish front, but their mental state and fighting strength were disappointing, and they seemed to have become afraid of the yellow faces; Therefore, he did not even review the troops of the second group returning from the Far East, but sent them directly to Minsk, accompanied by two corps of the Guards. Nun Ra II began to regret his involvement in the war, and the German-Austrian front was like a bottomless pit, and his soldiers disappeared there in one hundred and two thousand. For him, he was comforted by the recent unusually calm of the reactionary forces in the country, for the people seemed to be consciously on their side at the present of the great enemy.

The big tree of Russia has fallen into a state of complete hollowness, and some people are calculating for Nun Ra II that the remaining guards in Moscow are only 100,000 soldiers, 100,000 city defense troops, and 200,000 newly recruited troops in the nearby area, but no one knows how many people are still loyal to His Majesty the Tsar, and Russia has completely become a rotten tree with a strong foreign power.

On the train to Minsk, Agreny, the commander of the Russian Guards, and Ivanov, the commander of the Southwestern Army Group, were relatively speechless, each planning its next move. The Tsar's order was for them to defend Belarus and Minsk, Warsaw's first gate to Moscow, but the two men were surprisingly in agreement, which was to avoid fighting with the German-Austrian army. Ivanov was worried about the German fighting power, while Aglini had deeper plans.

Compared with these busy big people, the small characters enjoy this refreshing season more.

Dönitz had just returned from the Atlantic with his U-039, and he had two more small British freighters and one British destroyer on his roof of exploits, and although the harvest of the week was far less than the previous week, the captains of the German submarines were almost all in a similar situation. There are so many fish, and they were caught too hard at the beginning, and now there are only a few small fish and shrimp left.

"There are more and more merchant ships from the United States!" Dönitz was somewhat disappointed because the Admiralty had strictly ordered that neutral ships not be attacked, especially those flying the American flag, but that they could be intercepted and searched if conditions permitted, and that they could be detained if embargoed goods were found.

"Search that big American freighter and detain it?" Thinking of this, Dönitz felt a little funny, there was once a submarine captain who really did this on a dark and windy night, but he almost became a prisoner of someone else - the merchant ship flying the American flag turned out to be a British troop carrier, and the captain found that there was a full regiment of Indian soldiers watching him, I don't know if the British officers who stayed in India had not seen the uniforms of the German submariners or the German flag on the submarine, they actually greeted in English very gentlemanly, The captain also talked to them in English, and then returned to the boat safely. He was extremely disdainful of the British's behavior of selling dog meat on sheep's heads, but he was still careful in his handling of neutral merchant ships.

Looking at a dead leaf falling on the water, Dönitz looked thoughtful, "It's autumn!" I don't know how long the British can hold on, I really hope to meet a big fish! ”

Young Lieutenant Stephen is still recuperating in the hospital, and although he has been awarded an Iron Cross of the First Class, he is still haunted by the cripple in his right leg. Fortunately, Eros arrived in time to make the handsome knight fall in love on the first day he entered the hospital, and since then he has been recuperating from his injuries with peace of mind.

"Mr. Stephen, your injuries look much better, and I think you'll be discharged soon!" A sweet voice came, making the fearless knight on the battlefield look excited and nervous.

"Ah...... Belch...... It turned out to be Miss Allen, hello! When the lovely nurse helped him untie the gauze, Stephen couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

"Is it pretty?" Alan said with a sudden smile, fortunately her eyes were still on the lieutenant's wound, otherwise she would have seen the shy guy's flushed face.

"I heard you're going to be a pilot when you're healed?" Alan asked as he gently cleaned his wound with a cotton ball, his wound had basically healed, but unfortunately the damage to his muscles and bones would make the young man limp from then on.

"Well, yes! This is what the Prince of East Prussia himself said to me, you see, he also had a pilot's manual sent to me, and I have become fascinated by this flying thing, and that feeling of flying must be very good! Stephen excitedly picked up a pamphlet next to his pillow, and he immediately forgot about the unhappiness of his disability, but every time he wanted to confess to Alan, this leg became his biggest concern.

"That's great! I wish I had a chance to try what it's like to fly in the sky! Alan quickly helped Stephen re-bandage him, and then packed his things and prepared to go to the next bed.

"There's going to be a chance, I promise!" Stephen was about to say something, but he paused for a moment and stopped.

"You're a hero, don't worry about your legs, no one will underestimate a knight like you!" Alan walked away with a smile on his face, and Stephen turned his head to look out the window with a happy expression.

"It's fall! I should be able to take to the skies soon! ”

The young Baron Manfred leaned against the window, his heart still flying to the sky, though his arms were still wrapped in thick gauze.