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In the evening on the outskirts of Paris, a remnant sun spilled on the earth, and wisps of gunpowder smoke rose from the potholed surface, blending into the palpitation red. 【 I want: super fast update 】

There's nothing to see, Paris in the distance has almost become a dead city, nearly two million people have been strangled each other for a month, and more than a million shells have been used, which has completely silenced the city, so no matter which side the camera turns, all you see are corpses and fragments left by the explosion, to paraphrase the words of Moltke when he came to inspect not long ago, Paris has become hell

Not only the hell of the British and Americans, but also the hell of the German army.

In the footage, there was a scene of German soldiers stuffing a one-ton shell into the chamber of the "Big Berta" with a winch, which made Wang Shizhen secretly shake his head and put down the binoculars.

The excellent performance in front of the fortress of Liège made the German command miss these big treasures, so they preferred to delay the attack for three more days for them, and these three days were fatal from now on

In front is Paris, not the fortified fortresses of Belfort, Erbinar, Tühr and Verdun.

The emperor gave Germany a hundred A7 tanks and hundreds of engines, which was equivalent to giving Moltke Jr. the capital to complete the important rotation in Schlieffen's plan, but the German chief of the General Staff still did not understand this plan.

But the Germans were too slow, and although they finally completed the maneuver and successfully approached Paris, they took the initiative to slow down and wait for the arrival of the follow-up troops, which seemed to form a huge and secure semi-encirclement, but in fact gave France and Britain a chance to breathe.

Moltke Jr. and the German staff were still a little confused, at the beginning they first withdrew the number of gyratory troops on the right flank, and then did not accelerate the attack with tanks, but waited for the troops behind to keep up, coupled with the lack of experience in the use of radio in Germany, the confusion of communications, poor command, and poor road conditions, which made the two sides return to the old way of traditional large army group operations in Europe.

The power of the "Grand Berta" was great, but it was of no use to a city as large as Paris, and in addition to frightening people, the weakness of slow movement at this time only held back the pace of the German army.

But then again, the German army can't be blamed for such a slowness, these days he can see clearly, the German soldiers are very good in terms of fighting will and ability, middle and low-level officers are also very dedicated, in addition to the little Moltke in the General Staff, there are also a lot of people, but no matter how powerful they are, they can't change the muddy road that the railway has to face after being destroyed by the French retreat.

Due to the reduction of troops during the rotation, and the later transfer of two corps and one cavalry division to support the Eastern Front, the Germans were insufficient in strength at this time, and they did not understand the role of tanks, so they had to slow down and wait for more troops to arrive.

However, when the French army retreated, they destroyed most of the railway lines, so that the German trains had to enter the French border and then let the soldiers come on foot, which made it very difficult to carry the baggage, although about 5,000 trucks were sold to Germany before the war, but in the face of nearly a million soldiers and huge logistics, this was only a drop in the bucket.

The Germans had realized the problem, so the factories began to work overtime to produce cars and tanks, but they could no longer catch up with the campaign.

Although he has been a soldier for many years and has seen too much blood, this scene in front of him still makes him a little frightened, according to German statistics, 250,000 German soldiers have been killed and wounded in the battle for Paris, and the defending British and French troops have paid at least 400,000 casualties.

The emperor's first step to consume Europe has been taken, and the fall of Paris is only a matter of time, but the loss of Paris does not mean that France has failed, and none of the four large fortresses built along the Alps, Belfort, Erbinar, Tühl and Verdun have been lost, which has laid the groundwork for future counteroffensives.

But that's not his concern anymore.

Wang Shizhen stepped back with additional steps, his task was basically over, and the important thing left was to recover the treasures that once belonged to the empire

Thinking of this, his breathing suddenly became short, and he hurriedly walked back to the barracks with several guards.

In the camp, the Nighthawk Brigade, which had just arrived for two days, had already been prepared, and Wen Xiu, who was lying on the table and studying the plan with several team leaders, saw Wang Shizhen and immediately got up and saluted. ※※※※※ I ※ I ※ ※

Looking at Nighthawk dressed in a German ** outfit, Wang Shizhen always had the urge to endure the laughter, his expression made Wenxiu and the other Nighthawks laugh and look at his body self-deprecatingly.

"Do you understand the plan?"

Wen Xiu nodded: "Chief of staff, don't worry, we are sure to control there, but one more day, if the time is too long, then we can't hold it." ”

"One day is enough" Wang Shizhen walked to the table, pointed to the map and said: "The German army will launch a full-scale attack tomorrow morning, and last night they also transferred all the hundred tanks they just produced, unless the British and French on the opposite side are tied to the ** gun hole, otherwise tomorrow will be the end of the day." ”

"Alright, let's go at once." With Wang Shizhen's guarantee, Wenxiu and the Nighthawks suddenly had confidence in their hearts.

"The Emperor and Wilhelm II have sent a telegram, he has agreed that we will take back what belongs to us, and I have also greeted the German army, so you will hold on to the spot as soon as you get it, and be sure to wait until the army enters the city."

"Yes" Hearing what the deputy chief of the general staff said solemnly, Wenxiu and the other Nighthawks also knew that this time the matter was very important, otherwise the emperor would not have sent them all the way, so they immediately saluted heavily.

As Wang Shizhen left, he went to discuss the offensive route with the Germans and concentrate on the matter of assaulting the Nighthawk, Wenxiu had already begun to take everyone to make preparations.

Because it is necessary to penetrate into the middle of hundreds of thousands of troops, sufficient ammunition is a must, and Hou Wenxiu even asked everyone to take out unnecessary things and stuff their backpacks with ammunition.

As the night grew darker, the Nighthawks suddenly pulled down the masks on their heads, put on the helmets of German soldiers, and melted into the darkness.

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Riyadh, Masmet Castle.

Ibn Saud glanced at the British envoy beside him, got up and walked to the window.

The streets of Riyadh at night are still dark, although the power plant built by the Chinese Empire is already under construction, all ~ text ω ~ p~. But it will take at least a year before it can be used, making this inhabited area, known as a desert oasis, seem to be out of touch with outside civilizations.

The ancient religion made the people here very resistant to modern civilization, and when the car first arrived, people even rushed to burn it.

However, the ruler of this vast land, Ibn Saud, changed people's traditions, he used trucks purchased from China to send people to the Hajj, and established special transportation routes so that the surrounding people could travel to various cities very smoothly, gradually changing the backward concept.

Since then, Ibn Saud has been recognized as the Emir of Riyadh.

But even if he was recognized, Najd was still not a real country, poverty and backwardness plagued the place, and the barren desert made transportation extremely inconvenient, in order to solve these problems, he had to give the railway from Riyadh to Dammam to the British, and recently sold the railway rights to Kuwait to China, which slightly relieved the economic pressure.

But at this moment, the news of the Ottomans joining the war made him a little restless, and at this time, standing in front of the window of Masmat Castle, looking at the small oasis in front of him, the great emir frowned.

Originally, he didn't need to worry so much at all, although Hua sold 10,000 rifles more than ten years ago to support him in retaking Riyadh, but he knew very well that this was still the British world.

Unexpectedly, a naval battle in the Strait of Hormuz two years ago forced Britain to hand over Kuwait, and the Chinese Empire made a lightning deal with the Ottomans to buy Kuwait, Basra, Ahvaz and Abadan, and merge them into the Greater Kuwait region, where a small fleet and 3,000 marines were stationed.

This meant that the Eastern Empire re-entered the Arab world hundreds of years after the Mongols

If this is not the case, perhaps this will be his happy holiday, because it means that he can use the British to attack the Rashid family, a feud supported by the Ottomans, completely rule Najd, and even have the opportunity to drive out the Hashemite family, who ruled the Hejaz, and truly become the great sultan of Najd and Hejaz.

But now, the Chinese Empire, lying in Greater Kuwait, was stuck in the neck like a fishbone, and they provided the Ottomans with a huge amount of military aid, although it was the Ottoman land exchange, but it still made him very worried.

The important thing is that he sent people to contact the officials of the Chinese Empire in Greater Kuwait several times, but he never got a clear answer, and those small chiefs in Greater Kuwait, because they got oil shares, began to enjoy a steady stream of benefits, and Hua made it clear that he would ensure their ** and freedom, so they all sided with Hua, making things more and more tricky.

He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strengthen himself and capture the whole of Najd and Hejaz, known as the Sultan, but the risks were undoubtedly very high.

How to solve it?

"I can understand your concerns, Your Majesty, but rest assured that we have collected 200,000 troops from Egypt and India, and the final size will reach 500,000, or even 1 million."

"In addition, the Royal Fleet and the French Fleet are ready for a complete blockade of the Strait of Hormuz, so I believe that in the face of such a powerful force, anyone must bow their heads" Sir Ernst saw Ibn Saud's shoulder move slightly, and knew that he was a little moved, so he immediately stood up and continued while the iron was hot: "In addition, Prime Minister Asquith believes that this peninsula is too chaotic and it is necessary to elect a real leader to maintain stability, so he is hesitating between the Hashemite family and you. ”

Half a million troops

This figure made Ibn Saud's heart tremble, the pain in Paris had obviously made Britain angry, so it would mobilize such a powerful force, it had worked hard for so many years, and it only had tens of thousands of troops in its hands, if it shook its head now, would Britain immediately support the Hashemite family?

The Chinese Empire had only 3,000 marines and seven small warships in Kuwait, and if the British really sent 200,000 troops, 3,000 men would be of no use at all

"Your Majesty, I will go back first, and I hope you will give me as much news as possible." Sir Ernst knew that it was impossible to force the other to comply, so after looking out the dark window, he decided to give the other a night to think about it.

"Okay." Ibn Saud made a gesture of please, personally sent the British envoy to the gate of the castle, and when the carriage left, he walked inward with a sad face, but did not notice that several pairs of eyes were already aimed at him on several low buildings in the distance.

"Bang"

In the darkness, a large hand pulled the bolt of the gun, and after withdrawing the cartridge case, the second bullet was also reloaded, and by the time it was all done, Ibn Saud had jumped down in fear in the scope, and the guards who were close behind him had fallen.

"Bang bang."

In the surrounding darkness, four more gunshots rang out in succession, and after the gunshots rang out, the guards who rushed towards the target to try to protect them fell down one after another, and when they saw that the target wanted to run into the building, they aimed their big hands at his feet.

"Bang."

In the crisp sound of gunfire, a cloud of sparks suddenly splashed under the feet of Ibn Saud, and his face turned white with fright, and he immediately ran back again.

The second failed shot, did not give the big hand a chance to be frustrated, the body rolled on the ground a few times, moved more than a meter away and then quickly pasted the scope, the outside of the thigh of the target who tried to escape in the shot had been pierced by his partner, and he could only kneel at the door after losing his strength and could not move.

Next to him, the deputy, who was also an observer, immediately stuffed the two shells into his pocket, rolled more than a foot away, raised the telescope, and made a three-hand gesture to the big hand.

This means that from their point of view, there are three goals that are trying to rescue Ibn Saud.

This time, without any pause, the big hand quickly pulled the trigger three times, and in just ten seconds, he put down the three guards who were close to the target who were ready to rescue

"Bang bang."

Several more gunshots exploded from under his feet and around him, and Ibn Saud, who knelt down at the door with his thighs on his hands, turned white, he did not expect to be ambushed at the gate of the castle.

Who is going to kill themselves?

"Bang bang."

More and more of the castle's guards rushed out and began to shoot back at the fire that was rising from time to time in the distance, but it didn't seem to work, the sparks kept moving, and to his surprise, they hit themselves, so that they couldn't move and then didn't move, as if they forgot to make up a bullet, and instead killed the loyal guards with all their might.

A brave escort rushed in front of him and just grabbed Ibn Saud's hand, the bullet had already penetrated his eyebrows, and the blood mist exploded from the back of his head, and when he fell on him, Ibn Saud found that the back half of his head had completely disappeared.

Two more guards rushed forward with thick shields, but before they could get closer, the thighs exposed under the shields were broken by bullets, and the whole person was paralyzed.

Every time one of the guards approached, the bullet would kill them immediately, but he was not shot again, and this scene caused Ibn Saud's heart to drop to freezing point, and he immediately shouted.

"Stop"

"Go Back"

He wasn't stupid, although the pain in his thigh pierced his heart, he could still see that those people didn't kill him, otherwise with their accurate marksmanship, they only needed one bullet to kill themselves completely.

The shouts surprised the loyal guards, who wondered why the emir had asked them to stop, but out of habit and order, they stopped shooting.

When they stopped shooting, there was silence in front of the castle, and those enemies who were as mysterious as death did not continue to fire, and this scene suddenly made everyone's hearts swell with extremely strange feelings.

Who the hell is it? What they want to do

One of the guards, seeing that there was no more Mars in the darkness, tentatively took a few steps in front of Ibn Saud, when suddenly a flash of fire exploded under his feet, blocking the way

Everyone, swallowing their thirsty voices, understood why the emir had called for a halt.

The precise marksmanship, the mysterious enemy, and the strange actions made Ibn Saud and the guards feel a chill in their hearts, and their hands and feet trembled along their spines.

Nervous, depressing, making the night extra stuffy, beads of sweat the size of beans, dripping down the sideburns, wet the traditional Arabic robes.

Visible enemies are never scary, but this kind of enemy that only hears gunshots and sees sparks, but does not see any shadows, makes everyone feel as if a boulder has been crushed in their chests.

In the distance, there was already the sound of dense footsteps, and after quickly changing the magazine with a big hand, and carefully checking whether there were still bullet casings and remnants under the body, he looked at Ibn Saud and the guards who were stunned at the gate of the castle, patted the shoulder of the assistant, jumped off the roof of the building, and disappeared in the direction of Kuwait after several other group rounds.

As the minutes ticked by, the blood of the guards flowed down the lawn, soaking Ibn Saud's shirt and trousers, and everyone gasped cautiously for fear of provoking a mysterious bullet.

More and more soldiers walked to the gate, but they were all stopped by the guards, and when the guard who had just been forced back by the bullet moved boldly, and when he saw that the bullet did not come, he moved again, and everyone began to hold their breath

Step by step, his movements were as slow as a puppet, and when he swooped down in front of Ibn Saud, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and found that his back was already soaked with sweat, and the wind blew it cold.

Under the protection of the guards, Ibn Saud slowly stood up, looked around and found that in less than ten minutes, no less than thirty corpses were lying around, centered on himself, scattered like withered petals on the large lawn at the door.

When he looked up, he found that the British envoy, Sir Ernst, who had just left, had returned to the door, hiding behind the carriage, his face pale and pale.

"Who is it?"

Looking at the dozens of "flowers" falling around him, Ibn Saud's heart was cold, obviously the Rashid family and the Uthmans were impossible, they would only take their own lives

Is that the Hashemite family who also wants to rule the peninsula? Or a trick deliberately arranged by the British?

Or yes