[Break a lot of foreshadowings, I finally decided to use a dark line today. For the next game, brothers, please see!]

On the night of the 29th, the emergency meeting of the Imperial Eastern Front Command ended due to the quarrel between Chief of Staff Rudendolf and Deputy Chief of Staff Marx Hoffman..././

Returning to the room, the lazy and greedy Marx Hoffman was on the small camp bed with his clothes. He was so fat that he was not sleepy at all. He tossed and turned around on the narrow bed. After more than half an hour of tossing, the fat man finally stood up indignantly, picked up a piece of chocolate, touched his forehead that was about to be bald, opened the bedside lamp and sat on the chair for a long time.

With a heavy sigh, Hoffman pulled out his diary from the drawer and recorded a crazy day that seemed to him.

“On April 29, 1915, it turned into a cloudy one.

On the fourth day of the Battle of Gorceli in Galicia, I kept a good mood from getting up in the morning to the military meeting of the Eastern Front Command that was held at around 10 o'clock in the evening.

I was on duty in the war room last night and I had a rare sleepless sleep this morning. At 9 o'clock in the morning, I ate a lot of bread and sweet rolls with tomato sauce. Although the alarmist guys in the field hospital warned me that I had high blood pressure and had to restrain my diet, this did not become my motivation to avoid food.

After enjoying a leisurely breakfast, I encountered Lieutenant Nordman from the Drawings Section of the General Staff at the gate of the temporary station of the Commander. The young man told me that the Navy had attacked the British coastline in the early morning and in the morning of the 28th and had a great harvest.

The victory of the Navy is no longer the news. Before that, we looked weak on the surface, but like my friend Heidi Silem, the news of the victory of the Imperial Navy, which was extremely tenacious in heart, is common, but the small-scale action that was not allowed to appear on the 28th made me particularly happy.

The navy burned the war to the British mainland, which seemed to be just a victory for the Navy, but in fact it also helped the army a great help. After the Battle of Jutland, the British aid to France plummeted. The battle of the Allies' great Aronwa (Champagne) prominence ended without success. Because the proud John Bulls could no longer withstand the number of casualties of more than 10,000 yuan a day, and their limited energy was still scattered by the empty local defense.

To be honest, the French have been crippled by us. France lost the northeast where the economy and industry are relatively developed, and the potential for war has been greatly weakened. If it weren't for the British's blood transfusion, the French would have been defeated. Now Britain has insufficient blood supply to France. Although the battlefield on the Western Front is still a daunting and desperate trench war. Countless machine gun castles, barbed wire artillery and deep defense, the Western Front heavy army group, which gathered the elite Imperial Army, could take the opportunity to win the Second Battle of Ypres.

When I came to the staff in the center of the town, good news was rife on the front. The General Staff of Berlin believed that the battlefield on the Western Front and the defeat of France were the center of the empire, but even if we had only two imperial armies and one German-Austrian mixed army on the eastern front, we could destroy the Russians' fighting will with a devastating offensive and advance the front towards Russia.

The Russian Third Army has collapsed. The Russians fought very hard, but unfortunately they did not prepare for war. When we broke through the first line of defense of the Russian army, their command, mobilization and logistics supply fell into a long period of chaos. They could hardly organize a powerful interception system, and the nearest reinforcements were still more than 100 kilometers away.

I swallowed a simple lunch with difficulty, holding a cup of British-style afternoon tea to suck my stomach. I complained without any occasions that the Eastern Front Chief of Staff Rudendolph, who was commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, broke in with a dark face and told me two news that the former was the passion of the navy last night and was now shelling London, and the latter was the treacherous of the blockade fleet, which was supposed to contain Russia's mobile forces deployed in the Baltic Sea, was also involved in this naval battle.

A good news, a bad news. By night, the good news sublimates into the British ships sinking in Buttsmouth Harbor and the Irish Sea, as well as the untouchable smell of gunpowder over Greater London. The bad news also ferments into the information that Russian Baltic mobile forces moved south.

‘The 200,000 Russian troops heading south are equipped with good equipment. Once they join the battlefield, our offensive momentum is likely to be curbed. Since the Russian army failed to capture the Austro-Hungarian Empire's Sepgemisher Fortress, they hoarded a large amount of mobile troops outside Austro-Hungary Galisia. Once the Russian army reacted, we might end at the Yaroslaw line and the plan to occupy the Carpathian ridge and the entire Silesia might be lost.’

At the emergency meeting of the Eastern Front Command, Chief of Staff Rudendolf held a pencil and marked the Russian defenders' positions and the direction of reinforcements coming from the Eastern Front map. Then he made a big question mark near the San River, and used spicy language to arouse the feelings of the army towards the navy.

I understand the origin of General Rudendolf's anger. As a descendant of the Teutonic Knights and a great Imperial Army officer, I am not willing to be involved in some right and wrong. I am a greedy and lazy imperial staff officer. I am obsessed with food, fencing and equestrianism, and follow the famous sayings taught by my ancestors, but I still want to say something in my personal diary.

The atmosphere inside the Eastern Front Command was not good. As the commander of the Eastern Front battlefield, Hindenburg was not a very charming commander. We all know that he was "knowing people and making good use of it", but after all, no one wanted their commander to be a person who could only say, "I don't have a better idea. I think that's it." Then he hid in the dark corner of the command center and slept soundly, but after victory, he could enjoy the glory of his glory.

Ludendolf, a commander whose talent is not proportional to his mind. The Battle of Tannenborg originated from my preliminary plan, but Ludendolf was able to show his boldness and strategy throughout the battle. I admire his talent, but I am afraid that most of the bosses and subordinates who have worked with him will probably feel that General Ludendolf's personality is a bit surly and extreme, and to be precise, he does not look like a pure emperor.

Victory and glory are things that every soldier is pursuing tirelessly, but General Rudendolf seems to have asked for much more than what the soldiers should have.

In 1914, after the victory of the Eastern Front, most of the glory belonged to Marshal Hindenburg who had been sleeping soundly all day until the gunshots stopped, while General Rudendolf, who was the one who led the victory, was forgotten. Not only Rudendolf was shocked by this scene and complained about it, but only one person ignored the reputation of the Eastern Front Command and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, insisted on emphasizing the namelessness of the Marshal and his grievances in newspapers, condolence groups and letters to friends.

The facts are far more than that. The unappreciated rise of the navy and the gradually gaining naval power by Heidi Sileme made the army complain. Many people simply believed that the navy had seized the limelight of the army, some people thought that the navy had separated a lot of resources that should have belonged to the army, and many people thought that since the navy could beat Britain to pieces in 1915, the most critical battle against the army in 1914 had no achievements, and the navy obviously retained its strength. There were even many army officers who came from a noble family or regarded the purity of the Emperor's Office Group as extremely important, worried about the appearance of senior civilian officers, but only Rudendolf attacked General Heidi Sileme's "ulterior motives"!

I know that Rudendolph has always believed that his achievements exceeded Heidi Sileme, but the fact is that Heidi Sileme became a regular visitor to the newspapers and became a spiritual leader of the Imperial Navy. The emerging industry and businessmen, pan-Germanists and university professors supported, but Rudendolph was still the one who was still the one who was still Ludendolph. In this corner of the Eastern Front battlefield, he led a group of grey Russian animals who did not understand modern warfare. So just like Marshal Hindenburg, Rudendolph began to point his finger at the navy and Heidi Sileme.

I know Heidi Silaime, and we have an unforgettable memory of the hospital bed. At that time, I was transferred to the Berlin Hospital because of my long-term running in the mud on the Eastern Front battlefield, and Heidi Silaime fell on the warship due to high-intensity work, unimaginable pressure and malnutrition that ordinary people can't imagine. I was sent to the Berlin Hospital.

In my impression, Heidi Sileme is a talented and imaginative master of strategy, and a strong man with a weak appearance but a tough heart. Although he was kindly known as the "unbeaten Ares" by the newspaper, he is definitely not a god living on Mount Olympus or the monks of the Roman Catholic Church in Greek mythology. Heidi Sileme likes to drink, but his alcohol tolerance and taste are not satisfactory. He likes to smoke, but never lets smoke over his lungs. He has a fierce wife and a lovely daughter. It is hard to imagine that the respected Heidi Sileme has such a low status at home.

I thought this was all about Heidi Silaime, but the doctor's medical records made me re-recognize what this person has endured from the son of Kiel's poorest fisherman to an indispensable figure in the empire. Heidi Silaime has depression, long-term malnutrition and severe stomach problems. The game between the senior officials of the Empire and Heidi Silaime after the Battle of Jutland revealed the tip of the iceberg of imperial politics.

I would doubt the motivation behind certain actions of Rudendolf, but I chose to believe that Heidi Sileme's confrontation with certain conservatives of the Empire was by no means for his own benefit.

37-year-old Heidi Silem is betting on his future and even his life in exchange for the navy to bet on the ocean! During two naval political storms, Silem successfully removed the stumbling blocks within the navy, but the young people in the navy have too shallow foundations in the empire. After all, Silem is just a poor boy of Kiel, even if he uses his ability to gain support from the navy. However, some unspoken rules are difficult to overcome. After all, the empire belongs to the emperor of the Hohenzollern family, or Junker who controls the army, land and finance. In Germany, there is not only one Rudendolf!

‘The navy has no way to re-contain the Russian troops heading south in the Baltic Sea?’

Marshal Paul von Hindenburg, sitting in a dark corner, seemed to have woken up. He touched the Frederick-like mustache and asked casually.

‘Unless the navy moves all the main ships to the Baltic Sea, another shelling attack on the capital of the Allied. However, the new commander of the Russian Baltic Fleet, Kolchak, is a mine warfare expert. The navy and General Sileme, who are in a state of emotion with His Majesty William, may not dare to focus on the dangerous Gulf of Finland!’

When I heard Rudendolf's irresponsible remarks, I was out of my anger and felt that I should say something.

'This is unfair. We should not put the responsibility on the Navy. These should have been the responsibility of the Army. The extraordinary performance of the Navy should not be an excuse and reason for us to shirk burdens. This is not the style of the Army!'" (Your support on this site is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!