Wilhelm II sneered, "Then let's try it, who wins and who loses, it's not certain." ”

"You can't use that weapon a second time, right?" Joan of Arc spoke slowly.

Wilhelm II's expression did not change at all, and he sneered, "Do you want to give it a try?" ”

"Katyusha's research is not only Tesla's participation, but also scientists from Beichen and Tsarist Russia have spent a long time researching it.

And before that, Tesla had actually been calculating for many years.

I don't believe you'll be able to create such a weapon out of thin air a few days after the explosion. ”

Joan of Arc's eyes were determined. Of course, she couldn't be 100% sure herself, otherwise she wouldn't have come.

But such certainty is also necessary in the negotiations.

"Assuming we do have mass production capacity, we can continue to go to war and drop these weapons on each other's territory until one side can't accept it.

However, your weapons are ultimately delivered by fighter jets or airboats, and our Tesla cannons have absolute air defense capabilities.

In the end, who can't accept it, it's not certain. ”

Wilhelm II fell silent, just watching her quietly.

"You and I both know that the war has reached this level and there is no need to continue fighting.

And the reason why you are still hesitating is because you are afraid that after this defeat, the angry people will pull you from that position, or even send you to the guillotine.

As far as I know, the Mercerist movement is very active in your country, and you are afraid that what will happen to you in Tsarist Russia.

Therefore, you need me to bear the wrath, or to obtain tangible benefits from West Francis to quench the anger of the people.

But have you forgotten that this war, although it is mainly you and us in West France?

But on the whole, it was your allies who were at war with our Entente and Beichen at the same time.

Even if we, the Entente, sign an armistice with you, the fighting on the Western Front will cease by both sides sweeping the snow in front of their own doors.

But you still have to give Beichen an explanation, no matter what, you can't change the outcome of your defeated country.

When we went to North Russia to get Katyusha, the Foreign Minister of Beichen, Ms. Russell, and Mr. Reilly of Britannia were present, and we talked together.

All agreed that after the end of this war, the world needed to develop a new international order.

So, when everything comes to a halt, the countries of the world also need to participate in an international diplomatic conference to determine the future of the world in a democratic way.

As a defeated country, you are clearly at a disadvantage in this international conference.

So, are you sure you're ready to anger West Farland?

Or are you prepared to isolate Germany from now on? ”

Wilhelm II was still speechless, he was no longer in the posture of looking down, his palms rubbing against the armrests, but his expression was still the same.

"The conditions I just offered are already the best that West Flange can offer!" Joan of Arc continued, "If this war continues, it will do you only harm, not good. ”

"Since you think that if this war continues, it will inevitably end in the defeat of our allies, and you also think that we have not unleashed the power of the second weapon.

So why are you coming to talk to me?

When we get to the point where we can't accept it, we'll talk to you, right?

Why, at the expense of your West Farlands? ”

"I'm not sacrificing the interests of West Franc, I'm protecting the West Francis and the cannon fodder you forcibly recruited into the army and sent to the battlefield." Joan of Arc said slowly, "The intensity of the war is increasing exponentially, and hundreds of thousands of people will die on the battlefield during this time. ”

"And, as soon as you sign the Treaty of Defeat in another way, you Germany, will lose everything you have in this war.

You will become a piece of cake that will be placed on the table of the victor and eaten separately.

But then, peace will never really come.

The establishment of a new international order will inevitably mean that each side is equal, or that one side will not completely lose its right to speak and acquire rights and interests that suit its own interests.

Otherwise, it will only delay the next war for decades. ”

William sneered, "Do you think you're a saint?" ”

"I never considered myself a saint, just a mediocre woman who heard the sigh of God." Joan of Arc said slowly, "I said, I'm here for peace and hatred. ”

"You have stirred up the anger of the people of this country.

If you go out into the streets, look at the crippled veterans, look at the wives who have lost their husbands, the children who have lost their parents.

Do you think they hate West Farland more, or do they hate those who sent them to war as cannon fodder to fight this unjust war?

If I were you, I would execute some of the most radical war criminals to vent the anger of the people. ”

"Until then, my throne will be lost." Wilhelm II said.

"You always have to make a choice." Joan of Arc said quietly, "One is to sign an armistice with us directly, and you will be ousted from the throne by the angry crowd at home.

The other is to take me, or exchange me for benefits in West Farland, or execute me, and put all the blame on my head.

Then you West Francand, and in the final international conference, Germany was partitioned, and your best outcome was to become a puppet emperor, and you would not rule out the possibility of stepping down.

Finally, the execution of those who are really at fault will be used to vent the anger of the people, and the anger within West Francis will be alleviated.

I know that you have the ability, with the degree of control you have over this country, and you only need some guidance from public opinion.

It's just a matter of whether you want to or not. ”

Wilhelm II frowned slightly, lost in thought, and Joan of Arc did not continue, she knew that the emperor in front of her should be able to understand what was at stake.

But at this moment, the gate was violently slammed open, and a group of armed soldiers rushed in and surrounded them.

And the middle-aged man who said that he was guarding behind them just now followed a young man in.

The young man was dressed in a military uniform, with blonde hair, a standard Germanic appearance, and a tall build, none other than the crown prince Malfoy.

He was also Joan of Arc's main opponent on the battlefield of Verdun before.

William frowned deeply and scolded, "What are you going to do, Malfoy!? ”

"Father, I really can't listen to it anymore." Malfoy walked in, and he looked at Joan of Arc, "What she said was based on the premise that we don't have that kind of city-destroying weapon, which is a kind of verbal trap. ”

The anger on William's face did not dissipate because of Malfoy's explanation, but became more and more intense, "You are listening to me!?" ”

Malfoy didn't respond, just looked at Joan of Arc with a sneering expression.

Joan of Arc's expression was also very calm, "So, do you have any?" ”

"Who knows?" "What most people in the world know is that this weapon has been detonated three times, twice by West Fland, and once by Germany," Malfoy scoffed.

Who dares to question?

And who would dare to question the existence of such a weapon in their own city?

Even if the conference you are talking about starts in the future, we who have this kind of weapon will still be able to have a certain degree of sovereignty in the conference.

It doesn't matter if we have it or not, what matters is that others think we have it.

This weapon itself is a deterrent rather than practical. ”

"For us, domestic riots are more troublesome than foreign armies, but I didn't expect you to send them to the door in person."

Malfoy slowly cracked the corners of his mouth.

"Someone, imprison Joan of Arc, the enemy general, the culprit of the bombing of Dresden, and the witch with the blood of millions of German people on her hands!"

"Do you want to usurp the throne? Malfoy. Wilhelm II's voice came slowly.

Malfoy looked at William II, who was sitting on the throne, and compared to William II's angry face, he said calmly.

"Father, you're old"

(End of chapter)