William III didn't even bother to fire it.

He was now standing at the huge map table, facing the generals who were afraid to speak for fear of the emperor's wrath, and suddenly remembered his father, who had been forced to abdicate.

Wilhelm II completely closed himself off in the middle and late stages of the war, leaving everything to his generals, a negative approach that was no different from resignation to fate, which was extremely incommissible to Wilhelm III, who was still the crown prince. At that time, William III, as the crown prince, led a group army on the front line, with a section of the Knights of the Battle Princesses and more than a dozen elite troops under his name.

At the end of the war, Wilhelm III had nothing but contempt for his father, who had abandoned his country and waited for death, and vowed to revive the German Empire.

But now, faced with the chaotic situation, he suddenly felt that he could understand what Wilhelm II was doing at that time.

This burden was not the same as leading a legion, and the weight of the burden made William III very much tempted to leave it all behind and let everything take its course.

If he wins the war, he must bring his father, who is in de facto exile, back to Berlin - no, he may not want to stay in Berlin any longer, so he should send him to the palace in Potsdam, where he should have a good talk with him.

William III sighed, dissipating thoughts from his mind that had nothing to do with the current situation.

If you think about it, the current situation is not pessimistic to that extent, the enemy's sabotage actions only interfered with the offensive preparations of the Imperial Army, killing and wounding some of the Imperial troops stationed in secondary areas, and the main forces of the Imperial Army were unscathed. And if you take into account the situation of the battle queens, the state of the Imperial Army Battle Ji Knights, who have not participated in the battle for more than a month, is definitely better than that of the Republican Army War Ji Knights, who frequently attack the secondary front of the Imperial Army.

William III felt that he could see through what the Republic was doing, and that they wanted to delay the war by delaying the war, and let the financially troubled Imperial Government go bankrupt on its own.

So as long as you don't let the other party get your way.

Wilhelm III observed the map, trying not to pay attention to the dense small red flags that represented the reports of the attack, and focused on his own troops.

Although preparations for the offensive were greatly delayed, there were still some units that had completed the pre-offensive rearmament work, and as long as these troops were gathered together, and some supplies were withheld from other unimportant units and supplied to these troops, they would still be able to launch an offensive in the near future.

In order to replenish their combat power, they can take the initiative to dispatch the gods, although the progress of the armor maintenance of the gods has been seriously delayed by the enemy's disruptive actions, but considering the numerical superiority of their side, it is not a big problem to contain the republic that only one god can fight. As long as the Divine Queen is used to cooperate with the attack, even if only a much smaller number of troops than the original plan can be dispatched to achieve an immediate breakthrough, and when the Divine Queen of the Republic comes to meet the battle, the other troops that have already made a breakthrough can drive straight into the Republic's resistance and directly defeat the resistance of the Republic, and if they are lucky, they can even directly occupy the capital of the Republic, Munich.

The more William III thought about it, the more he felt that this was the solution.

So he made up his mind and looked up at his generals: "Since the enemy wants to drag, then we will shorten the war." We are still attacking according to our original plan. ”

"However, Your Majesty, our offensive preparations have only been completed ......"

"It doesn't matter!" Wilhelm III interrupted the general with a wave of his hand, "We just need to gather the troops that have already made preparations." As long as the Shenji is invested, even if the strength of the attacking force is far less than the original plan, the purpose of the attack will definitely be achieved. ”

The generals looked at each other, and then Lundstedt said: "Your Majesty, these troops are scattered all over the battle line, and some even belong to different formations, and it would be confusing to gather them......

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, just gather them together. "William III was also a commander himself during the war, how could he not know what the consequences of such an action would be, but at this time he couldn't care so much," In addition, he ordered the troops of Zhanji to ignore the attacks of the enemy's front line, and only after they were sure that the enemy Zhanji would break through, they could take action. In this way, our Senjo troops will have a greater advantage than the enemy in terms of combat power preservation, which is enough to overcome the disadvantage of magic armor support. ”

The generals looked at each other again, and Lundsteder spoke on everyone's behalf again: "This does offset our disadvantage in replacing parts to a certain extent, but ...... Isn't it too risky not to respond to enemy attacks at all? At the very least, let the war-hime girls go out to a position where it is easier to counterattack after receiving the report of the attack......"

"There's no need! If the enemy takes the initiative to attack and seek a decisive battle with us, we are asking for it! Therefore, after receiving the report of the attack, the war girls only need to put themselves on alert. ”

Lundstead was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Yes, you are right, Your Majesty. ”

"Everyone!" The Kaiser clenched his fist and slammed it on the map table, "Not long ago we defused the crisis of the rebels' advance on Berlin with a resolute attack, now let us use another hearty attack to put an end to this ridiculous war once and for all!" ”

**

Neville lay on the grass, looking at the manor in the distance with the binoculars in his hand.

The Imperial Teutonic flag fluttering in the eyepiece indicates that the estate has been requisitioned by the Imperial Warlord Knights.

"How?" Neville's partner was lying not far from him, with a strange-looking machine beside him, followed by wires hanging from a wooden pole beside him.

"No movement yet." Neville put down his binoculars, took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "Today's raid should have begun, if you want to go for reinforcements, this station is the nearest ......"

"Maybe they've decided to send the knights from the other garrisons." The partner guessed, but then reversed the speculation himself, "That will consume the spirit of the battle queen in vain, and those stereotypical generals will not do this." ”

"And there is no other point in doing so," added Neville, who put away his pocket watch and looked at the sun, "and observe a little longer, perhaps the attack was delayed." Divide the bread in the bag with me. ”

Neville's partner picked up the bag that was placed between the two, took out bread and a jug from it, and threw it to Neville.

Neville took the bread and picked up the binoculars as he nibbled on it, continuing to observe the manor in the distance. For the next few minutes, silence enveloped the small bush where the two were hiding, and suddenly, the sound of an alarm wafted from the manor in the distance.

"It's coming, it's coming." Neville threw the bread directly on the grass, held binoculars in both hands, and stood up from the ground.

"Take it easy! The battle queens are very good, what should they do if they are seen? ”

At the reminder of his partner, Neville returned to his recumbent position, but his eyes never left the eyepiece of the telescope. His partner also opened the notebook he was carrying, took out the pencil case and opened it on the grass beside him, pulled one of the five or six sharpened pencils in the pencil case, scratched the paper to make sure that the refill was not broken, and after making these preparations, the partner looked up at Neville.

Their mission was to record information on the speed and number of Imperial Army warriors, so that the Republican Army's intelligence could speculate on the preparedness of the warriors stationed at the base.

They'd already done the same thing at another base before, so this time they felt like they were familiar with it.

Five minutes later, Neville cursed impatiently, "You're attacking!" ”

"Wait, maybe the Imperial Army has been slow to react after a few days of tossing and turning."

"Okay." Neville could only agree with his partner's statement.

Then they waited like this for thirty minutes.

When Neville's partner pressed the third mosquito that landed on his arm, Neville lowered his binoculars.

"Otherwise, let's report this strange situation to Lu Shang first."

His partner nodded.

Neville left his place and walked over to his partner, who took out a machine with a handle from another bag, and after attaching the wire on one side of the machine to the strange machine, his partner began to shake the handle of the machine at a steady speed.

In this way, the current is continuously sent out of the hand-cranked generator and into the transmitter.

Neville checked the connection between the transmitter and the telegraph wire, then held down the key with his right hand and held the wooden frame of the small transmitter with his left hand.

The regular tapping of electric keys then drowned out the rhythmic chirping of insects.

So a telegram to "Mr. Ford" entered the signal flowing through the telegraph line, and the telegram was translated at the next telegraph office, but the coder did not give it to anyone.

After the coder memorized the contents of the telegram, he lit it with a match and threw it into the ashtray. Over the next few days, the message from this telegram was passed on by word of mouth from many people and finally reached Lin Youde's desk.

After reading this brief report carefully, Lin Youde took out the folder on his desk and added the report to it. Then Lin Youde looked through the other reports in the folder, and all the contents of the reports were actually similar: the enemy's Zhan Ji troops did not go out to deal with the attack of the Republican Army Zhan Ji, and they did not even move forward to a position where they could easily deal with the attack.

Lin Youde closed the folder and turned his gaze to the map that was also on the table.

The map was color-coded with the garrison areas of the Imperial Army's various ranks, and those who didn't know the jumble of color blocks thought that a clumsy painter had flipped his color palette on the map.

Lin Youde took a deep breath.

He pressed the button on the desk, and a minute later Hybert was in his office.

"Please, Your Excellency."

Lin Youde got up from his chair and looked at Hybert.

"The time has come," he said, "and let us sing the elegy of the German imperial power." 'The air is trembling, as if the sky is burning'. ”