Chapter 1 Skagerak's Gold (Sixth)

"Silem, you dare to secretly drink with me on your back!"

The negotiations between Wang Heidi and Avril broke down. Avril wanted her childhood friend, Little Brandeis, who was from Kiel's neighbor, to join the Navy. It was the rude and unreasonable thing that Little Brandeis exchanged for two packs of candy. No matter how Wang Heidi explained the Navy's rules and regulations, it would be useless.

The angry Avril decisively revealed the fact that Wang Heidi was greedy for the cup. Anne, the wife who cared about her husband, rushed in fiercely and pulled the newspaper away from the pretended Wang Heidi. The arrogant will be confiscated by the bottle hidden under the armpits of the lieutenant general worshipped by countless Germans.

"Heidi, you have no alcohol content and no alcohol content, and your health has not recovered yet, so you issued a ban on alcohol. Why did you keep silent?"

Annie stared at her grinning husband, and regardless of the stunned Hoffman, she muttered herself.

He always turned over Wang Heidi's old accounts, conducted profound education with reasonable and reasonable standards, and finally a ultimatum of ulterior motives. From the discovery of his first smoking in 1893, to the debt of his love for Catherine after drinking in 1897, to the drunkenness eve of his wedding in the cold winter of 1902, to the repeated conflicts with the veterans of the Admiralty after returning to the local fleet, to the greedy cup of this serious illness, for more than ten minutes, Wang Heidi had no courage to talk back, and looked like he was honest in admitting his mistakes with his head hanging down.

This passionate and hot scene is naturally indispensable. Colonel Hoffman was so slick that he chose to remain silent. He got out of bed with agility that was not like a frostbite in his legs and feet. He picked up the newspaper that was still on the ground by Anne, and pretended to be a new weapon in the newspaper that was initially named "land cruiser", but in fact he pricked up his ears to listen to a good show that ordinary people could not imagine.

"What if you do it again?" The storm with fangs and claws finally stopped, and Anne gave Wang Heidi the opportunity to criticize himself and save himself as usual.

"Then let me go out and run into Kiel foreman Lehman!"

The years of carrying bags on the wharf are Wang Heidi's most painful experience. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, this is the most vicious oath between Wang Heidi and Little Anne. More than ten years have passed, Wang Heidi is in his prime. He is in his prime and has no longer feared the harsh Jewish foreman of Kiel Pier, Lehman, but the love words from the youth have continued to this day.

"Let me let you go!" Anne reached out and pulled down Wang Heidi's sick clothes, which were a bit drunk, threw them into the washing basin, greeted Avril and walked towards the laundry room in the hospital.

Wang Heidi covered her violently beating chest and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Until a teasing voice came out of his ears, Wang Heidi realized that he was not the only one in the ward. Looking at the damn fat man's malicious expression and thinking of this man's loud voice, Wang Heidi knew that he was embarrassed and was about to throw him into the Imperial Army.

"Silem, something is wrong..." After a moment of embarrassment, Marx Hoffmann's joking expression faded a little. The fat man turned sideways on the small hospital bed, raised the newspaper in his hand and hesitated.

"Are you talking about my wife?" Hoffman's bed made a harsh squeak, and Wang Heidi smiled embarrassedly and mocked him: "Hoffman, Socrates once said that being afraid of a wife is a noble virtue."

On June 29, 1913, the London Contract was not dry, and a dog-biting farce was staged. The former allies fought in a group, and the Turks soon joined in. Seeing that the situation was out of control, European powers used the excuse to interfere and sent troops to the Balkans, and the chaos began to intensify!

As Germany was restrained, the embattled Bulgarians were soon defeated. On August 10, Bulgaria signed the "Peace of Bucharest" with the countries of Serbia, Greece and Ross. The young kingdom lost most of the land it obtained in the First Balkan War in 1912: Serbia obtained part of Macedonia, most of Thracians was ceded to Greece, Nandobrokar was ceded to Romania, and even Negoro, the weakest gate, had a small amount of territory.

Although there is no justice and loftiness in the Balkans, a land rich in "magic" production, the Bulgarians still feel that they have been deceived and suffered a great loss. They are eager to regain everything they want, even if they give up neutrality and get involved in the European war with uncertain future!

"General Chankov, if this is the only way to rebirth in Bulgaria, then... let's fight!"

At 4:00 p.m. on March 10, 1915, Belgrade, the capital of Velvia.

Although the Serbs once abandoned Belgrade, time is undoubtedly the best medicine to cure trauma. In March, the streets of Belgrade were filled with white mist, and the power of destruction was brewing in the ruins.

The palace of Peter I of Serbia is being held. The Regent, Prime Minister, Foreign Minister, General Zworkin Misic, and General Radomir Putinik made his views calmly, and he was unconscious that there was only the last day left before the Bulgarian ultimatum.

"The British ambassador asked us to return Macedonian land to stabilize the Bulgarians who were ready to move..." The Serbian Foreign Minister slowly revealed the plan proposed by the British ambassador for the Balkan situation. Of course, the warlike Foreign Minister reserved some of the retelling.

On March 7, 1915, after learning that Bulgaria had issued a war threat to Serbia, the British Foreign Secretary Edward Gray keenly realized that the Allies' initiative in the Balkans might collapse. In order to save the situation, Edward Gray sent a report to Belgrade, demanding that the British Empire's ambassador to Serbia be persuaded to make concessions at all costs, stabilize Bulgaria, and prevent the Mediterranean and the Balkans from completely turning to the Allies.

This is obviously an unsolvable topic. The Bulgarians are determined to win Macedonia, and Serbia's ambitions against the rich Macedonia are hard to imagine: even in 1914, the Austro-Hungarian army launched a large-scale attack on Serbia, the Serbians did not withdraw the troops stationed in Macedonia. Not only that, the Serbian government even believed that the troops stationed there should be increased to suppress the rebellion of the locals. After thinking hard, the British ambassador had to propose a compromise suggestion on March 9 - "repaying part of Macedonian land and stabilizing Bulgaria."

"Why should we sacrifice Serbia's interests to satisfy that humble and pitiful country?" General Radomir Putinik, who represented the military, snorted unconsciously and mocked the British's decision: "Why didn't the British use the Ireland Island that was unsubmissive to 'stabilize' the German high seas fleet?"

General Radomir Putinik's views represent the opinions of most Serbs - even if Serbia is too busy to take care of themselves, it is absolutely impossible to give up Macedonia.

"But this is the final opinion of the Allies after all!" The elderly King Peter I was no longer able to deal with the government. Although the relatively energetic Regent Alexander felt good about himself, he still had some hesitation about the mediation of the British.

"His Majesty Regent, maybe the British should listen to us at this stage!" General Radomir Putinik said: "The British suffered a crushing defeat in Mudros Bay and a crushing defeat in the North Sea. The former caused the British Mediterranean Fleet to lose one battleship, three old battleships, and more than four old battleships suffered heavy damage, and the latter caused the British to lose eight battleships. Now the German High Seas Fleet and the Navy God of War Heidi Sileme are already at the city. The empty British people must draw ships from the Mediterranean Fleet to strengthen their local defense, so the Gallipoli landing plan has almost been declared dead..."

"So we openly refused the Bulgarians' clamor like a mad dog, and asked Britain and France to gather in Limnos, Alexandria and Port Said to reinforce us!" The Regent soon understood the subtext of Radomir Putinik, and he clenched his fists with great enthusiasm: "Kidnapping the British and letting the British work for us, maybe we can take the opportunity to harvest the entire Balkans, ha, the Serb Balkans!"

As soon as the Regent Alexander finished speaking, his father, the old king Peter I, who had not been involved in state affairs for a long time, suddenly stood up from his wheelchair, knocked on the table and shouted, "Then let's do it!"

"No, Sileme, I'm talking about this!" Marx Hoffman's fingers followed the cold muzzle of the 21st century tank smoothbore cannon in the newspaper, skipping the ulterior motives of data narration, pointing directly to the photos of Wang Heidi in the newspaper. "Maybe you're in trouble..."

"Hoffman, there are indeed some people who want to deal with me, but these despicable means cannot stop me from moving forward!" Wang Heidi finally stopped talking about him. The lieutenant general held the bed board and straightened his body, stretched out his middle finger and made a gesture to break the sky, and said seriously: "This time, my target is the Imperial Navy Minister - Edward Von Capeler!"

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