Wilhelm III stayed in the map room until noon, and he had no intention of leaving, although the generals were hungry enough, and no one dared to mention eating if the emperor did not leave.

Of course, the orderlies were all good, and they brought sandwiches and other food early to guard behind the small door leading to the toilet in the map room, and many of the generals ate a little in the name of convenience.

The Kaiser was so engrossed by the impending attack that he did not take his eyes off the map all morning, and he checked every detail of the attack with his staff many times. While he was asking about the establishment of the staff officer's forward supply station, an officer in the uniform of the intelligence unit entered the map room, stood up and saluted, and then reported in a loud voice: "Report to Your Majesty!" All the radio channels in South Germany started broadcasting the same content half an hour ago, and their radio waves covered all frequencies. ”

"Oh? Anyway, it's a big deal, right? William III snorted disdainfully, without raising his head.

"No, Your Majesty, they play the same sentence over and over again." The air is trembling, as if the sky is burning'. ”

William III finally raised his head, he glanced at the intelligence officer, and repeated: "The air is trembling, as if the sky is burning?" Hmph, it's a code word to the guerrillas anyway. Carving insect skills, they can't jump for a few days. Leave it alone. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The intelligence officer saluted, then turned and left the map room.

The generals exchanged a series of complicated glances with each other, and through such eye contact, they all had similar feelings to each other at this time:

At this juncture, the sudden sending of such a large array of code words is probably not just a code for the guerrillas.

But no one dared to point this out to the Kaiser in such a situation.

Lundstead turned his head to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the map room, stared at the frighteningly clear sky outside the window, and whispered the phrase he had just said: "'The air is trembling, as if the sky is burning', does that mean that even the sky will be burned red?" ”

And the lieutenant general beside Lundstead whispered: "Such a fierce fire, I don't know who is burning it." ”

**

At a small railway station, 40 kilometers southeast of Frankfurt, railway workers are inspecting the railway passing through the station as usual. The station is so small that there are hardly any freight trains stopping here, and passenger trains only stop every two days. However, this station is responsible for the patrol and maintenance of about 40 kilometers of railways in front and back, so the number of railroad workers is quite large.

At noon that day, there was only one young man on duty in the station's newspaper room, who was stuffing unpalatable black bread into his mouth while observing the situation on the platform.

The door to the stationmaster's office was closed, and the two soldiers standing guard were on the other side of the platform, looking like they wouldn't be coming for a while. After confirming this, the young man turned on the radio and adjusted to the frequency spoken by his uncle, who had returned from the south.

After a brief burst of electronic noise, a voice came from the speaker.

"The air is trembling," said a calm male voice, who said in a tone as if he were reciting lines from an opera, "as if the sky was burning." ”

The black bread in the young man's hand snapped and fell to the floor, and the stubble mixed with chaff and even sawdust shattered to the ground.

At this time, the voice from the horn repeated again: "The air is trembling, as if the sky is burning!" ”

The young man bounced up like a spring, jumped on the table, opened the window of the newspaper room, and shouted at the busy workers outside: "The sky is burning!" The sky is burning! ”

Everyone's movements stopped.

Someone asked aloud, "Are you sure?" ”

"I'm sure!" As he spoke, the young man pulled down the electric door and turned on the radio system, so the sound of the radio came out of the loudspeaker, enveloping the entire station.

The stationmaster pushed open the office door and shook his fat muscles to let out a loud shout: "What the hell are you doing!" ”

Seeing this, the two soldiers on the other side of the platform also planned to rush this way, but the moment they turned around, the workers who had risen from the edge of the platform rushed towards them, and before they could react, the powerful old fist went straight to their faces.

As soon as he was about to close the door, the workers rushed up and stuck the bottom of the door with their big leather boots.

"Comrades!" The worker who held up the door turned back to the others who were still stunned and shouted, "It's time!" Let's say goodbye to this damn black bread with so much shit! ”

**

Something like this is happening at the same time throughout northern Germany at noon.

But all of this combined is nothing as shocking as what happened in the industrial city of Hamburg.

It all started when a group of workers took to the streets from a semi-suspended textile factory with red flags. The group was not numerous, and they did not carry anything that could be called a weapon, but they strode out into the street with red flags and tools that they had grabbed in factories no matter how they looked.

There were no slogans shouted, no slogans that made their demands clear, and they were silent, striding forward.

It was the footsteps of the workers, who could step over several tiles on the side of the road with each step, their faces pale with hunger, but their movements full of strength.

Their expressions were serious and desolate, and at a glance they knew that they were running to death.

The passers-by looked at the group of people, and they were all stunned, and no one knew what they were going to do.

When the group crossed the first intersection, they came across a group of people waiting in front of the flour shop. The group of people was dressed almost identically to those with red flags, and their occupation was clear at a glance, except that each of them carried a large bag in his hand.

The flour buyers, like other passers-by, looked at the silent group with strange eyes, looking them from head to foot and from foot to head.

Suddenly, one of the people who bought the flour lowered his head, and he looked at the bag in his hand. Then, he turned his head to look at the blackboard in the window of the noodle shop that had not yet opened, and his eyes stopped for several seconds on the row of glaring zeros below the words "today's price".

Then, as if with some great determination, he lifted the bag in his hand high, and a handful of it was still on the ground with snow.

Imperial Marks spilled out of the bag, but the owners of these Marks didn't even look at them, and just stepped on them.

He stepped forward and joined the silent crowd.

The rest looked at each other, and then the second and third men smashed their bags to the ground. The Reichsmark, once a symbol of wealth, flew like snowflakes, and the crowd of people who were waiting to buy flour walked through the colorful "snow" towards the direction of the red flag.

With this as a starting point, more and more people joined this silent team, and every time the red flag passed through an intersection, the size of the team behind it increased by one.

Workers from the garage joined the team with wrenches.

The stall owner threw down the newsstand and joined the procession with an iron bar in his hand.

A young doctor at a roadside clinic joins the team with a revolver carrying a talisman.

Ordinary people with very different careers and life experiences are inspired by something to come together and move in the same direction.

And more people are joining the team one after another.

Many people took out red cloths and supported them with various long poles to make temporary red flags, and the black crowd gradually dyed bright red, as if the molten steel had just been poured out of the steel-making furnace, overflowing one intersection after another.

The footsteps of thousands of ordinary people converge into one voice.

The enthusiasm that gradually accumulates in the silence dispels the cold of early spring.

The air was trembling, as if the sky was burning.

On the afternoon of February 25, 1931, Hamburg, an important city in northern Germany, declared its independence from the jurisdiction of the German Imperial Government and supported the Government of the German Republic.

The fire sprinkled by Lin Youde began to turn into a flame.

**

And these things in the rear did not immediately affect the front - in fact, it could not have affected the front line immediately.

While the workers were rising up, the soldiers of the 40th Prussian Infantry Regiment stationed in a small town a hundred kilometers northwest of Munich were cautiously poking their heads out of their hiding places.

The enemy's warriors retreated as the division headquarters had said, and the relieved soldiers began to crawl out of the rubble left behind by the enemy's warriors. The surviving officers and non-commissioned officers were about to count their numbers and equipment and count their losses, when shouts of killing came from the southwest of the town.

A large number of Red Guard soldiers rushed into the town with lightning speed, slaughtering the unprepared Prussian army with bullets and bayonets.

Some Prussian officers tried to hold the line, but they suddenly found that all the machine guns of their troops had been destroyed by the battle girls, and there was no way to stop the outnumbered and murderous Red Guards with the rifles in the hands of the frightened soldiers.

The fierce white-knuckle street fighting also wiped out the advantages of the professional army in shooting skills, and the war seemed to have suddenly returned to the era of cold weapons, turning into a competition of physical fitness and courage.

It didn't take much effort for the Red Guards, who sang the Internationale, to take control of the town.

There were Prussian officers who tried to call the command to call the police, but found that all the telephone lines were broken.

In desperation, the officer tried to rush out of the town on horseback to report the news—he succeeded, but before he could get a kilometer out of the road, he was hit by bullets flying from nowhere, and he was seriously injured and unable to move.

In the end, he didn't even see what the person who cut his throat looked like, and ended his career as a horse warrior without any glory at all.

And in the town, more Red Guards drove into the town, advancing rapidly along the main road that passed through the town.

Propaganda officers with red armbands ran back and forth along the ranks, tearing their hoarse voices as they ran: "You are all Red Guards who have retreated from the occupied territories!" Think of your loved ones who have been left behind in the occupied territories! We're going to save them now! So take a bigger step! Hurry up! Faster! ”

Amid the agitation, the red stream of steel quickly penetrated along the dirt road of low quality towards the occupied area of the Imperial Army.

**

Lin Youde's office has become a small headquarters, although there are only four people in the whole room except for Lin Youde and Viola, which is far less magnificent than the Republican Army General Headquarters, but the orderly and busy atmosphere still makes this place full of the feeling of being ready for war.

"The report of the Red Guards in charge of the easternmost section has arrived," said Hybert, who entered the room with a new report, and did not wait to stand still, "they have successfully seized the ferry, crossed the canal, and are advancing in depth with the enemy's plan. ”

"Good. So we crossed the front from five places. Lin Youde said to Viola beside him, "These troops will bypass the enemy's main force, penetrate into the enemy's depth, and cut the enemy's throat." ”

"But before they can cut the throats of their enemies," Viola said, with a worried look, "they'll be attacked by the knights of the warriors who use their aerial combat equipment." ”

"That's generally the case." Lin Youde smiled at Viola, "However, if the other party wants to send flying knights, there is a premise: they must know exactly where our troops are. ”

Lin Youde paused and sold a pass before continuing: "I told you before, because of the support of the masses, our side has an absolute advantage in intelligence. At the same time as we attack, all Wired communications of the Imperial Army will be cut off, and their heralds and scouts will be completely intercepted, and our lurking people will release false information through the masses, and the Imperial Command will be so confused by all of this that we may not be able to figure out our intentions until we launch an attack on a target behind them. ”

"But, they can send out the air force to reconnoitre!" Viola was still not reassured, "Your troops march in the wilderness in broad daylight, and the air force will easily spot them!" ”

Lin Youde and Hybert exchanged a look, and then he smiled and said to Viola: "You don't have to worry about this, we have already arranged it." ”

As soon as Viola opened her mouth to speak, Lin Youde grabbed the white and said, "It's already this time, it's time for you to return to the headquarters." It's not good to keep the generals waiting. ”

Viola stared at Lin Youde for a long time, and nodded suspiciously.

"Then I'll wait for your news."