The victory of the Allies at sea has spread in the neutral country through media reporters who are afraid of chaos.../

The sunset in the United States across the North Atlantic is just right. Wall Street Securities has just closed down, and the stock market is booming because of huge orders from the Allies; the strike that lasted for several days in Pittsburgh was over, and the union and factory owners reached a latest agreement on overtime wages; in New Orleans, there was a rumor that Irish gangs and Italian mafia had a gun fight late at night at the dock last night, and the local sheriff said that nothing happened.

When the idle uncle Sam went through these gossip news, he finally found news that the cowboys could swell their blood in the last edition. The Battle of Portsmouth and the Irish Sea submarine ambushing battle through the unscrupulous American media people, whether it was a roar or a romantic mountain flower, became the terrifying miracle of the German and British navies fighting in Portsmouth Portsmouth and the Irish Sea. Britain was defeated and lost eight main battleships.

America in 1915 was not used to be nosy by Europe. The Americans who were prevalent in isolationism did not even know which country Portsmouth belonged to, but this did not hinder the Americans' strong sense of inclusion. They regarded the maritime war between Germany and Britain as a thrilling showdown between two heroes, with David Betty and Heidi Sileme fighting.

In the Battle of Portsmouth, because of David Betty's absence, Heidi Sileme won a lot of impression points for Germany. Even with the order from the Allies, the Americans did not have the respect they deserved for their parents' food and clothing. The victory of the Ocean Fleet won applause.

The Spanish mentality is obviously not as good as Uncle Sam. The former ocean overlord has been traitorized by Britain, France, and the United States over the years. Not only is the country's strength tide, but even its IQ is declining. When the Spanish Kingdom held the pound and two old-fashioned battleships, he smiled happily, but in just one day, the iron walls of the North Atlantic promised by Belford were magnificently broken. The chaotic 29th day was about to end, and Spain, with only a few words, trembling and demanding that the Prime Minister apologize for death.

The Navy Headquarters in Berlin learned of the victory at sea no later than Jed Bay, but the intimate connection between the Ocean Fleet and the residents of Wilhelmshaven always allowed Wilhelmshaven to get the moon first.

More and more gossips cross the barriers of time and space, wandering through the streets and alleys of Berlin. Given the strength of the navy and Heidi Silem's strategy, the Berliners are sure that the navy will win brilliantly again, but rigidity and rigor are the nature of the Germans. Before the exact news is obtained, the Berlin citizens will not rush into the tavern and revel in a carnival!

"It seems something is wrong..."

At 9:20 pm, the Navy Headquarters was brightly lit, but they remained silent. Many citizens around the Navy Headquarters saw the new Navy Cabinet Secretary Hellingen rushing to the Navy Headquarters. They frowned and sat in the military vehicle heading to Charlottemberg Palace.

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Charlottemberg Palace.

In William's study, the luxurious crystal chandeliers were not turned on. A desk lamp placed on the desk tried to light up, illuminating the mountains of documents and the floor covered with Persian carpet on the desk.

"At noon, the Ocean Fleet arrived outside the Thames and took over the mission of shelling London to cover the First Reconnaissance Fleet to move south. At 4:00 pm, the First Reconnaissance Fleet used a strong raid to clear the minefields of the English Channel, and surrounded and annihilated the British Mediterranean return fleet with the help of seaplanes. In the naval battle of Portsmouth, the Navy sank the British Ireland super-dreadnought and six old battleships. About 3,000 British officers and soldiers were killed and wounded, and 1,000 prisoners!"

The Navy Cabinet Minister used as full words as possible to describe the naval battle that had just ended, although the Navy Department gave him only about two hundred words of war report.

The emperor deliberately hid himself in a dark place where the light could not be found, and ignored General Hellingen's report. When the Navy Cabinet Minister could no longer write up the words to continue reporting on the results, he wore the breastplate of his father on his chest. He had a sword that had never drunk blood on his waist and the imperial emperor with a Frederick-like bearded walk out of the darkness and asked with a smile:

"General Hellingen, I'm curious, where did Silame learn about the timetable of the British Mediterranean Rescue Fleet and Orion? As far as I know, the Naval Intelligence Service has never received such information!"

"Your Majesty..." General Hellingen grabbed the thin battle report, blushed and stammered for a long time.

"I didn't know about the navy's new ships; I didn't know about the sneak attack on the British coastline; I still didn't know about the navy's outing at night; I was fighting the Thames fiercely, and I learned no more news than my people; when everything became a fait accompli, the navy gave me a cold war report and used cold data to tell me that Germany won again, so I can shut up!"

The wrath of the German Emperor William had been suppressed for a long time. In front of the Navy's Cabinet Minister, the emperor finally fired a cannon at the Navy.

"General Hellingen, please tell me, this is my navy?!"

"If it weren't for the Navy Cabinet Minister, I would have been isolated by my naval colleagues?! I would not know the inside story?"

The emperor felt wronged about his fate, but General Hellingen had more reason to choose to complain. Similar to his brother Josias von Hellingen, who had worked in the army for more than 40 years, the little Hellingen fought in the navy for most of his life, and accompanied the navy from weak to strong.

The old navy, who was already gray-haired, never imagined betraying the cause he loved deeply, and was not allowed to retire early. However, it seems that his obsessed career has betrayed him because of the position of Minister of the Navy Cabinet.

In the second naval political storm, the fig leaf with affection was unveiled, and the gap between the navy and His Majesty William became deeper and deeper. Hellinger, who took over as the Navy's cabinet minister, also became a victim of both anger. The imperial emperor believed that Hellinger was one of the supporters behind King Heidi, and the young people who dominated the navy also firmly believed that the new Navy's cabinet minister was birds of a feather with Mueller.

"If you hadn't insisted on dealing with the young man who could lead the navy to the peak, the navy would have ended up parting ways with its founders?! As a descendant of the Teutonic Knights and a general who bathed in the emperor's grace, I am loyal to the imperial emperor, but I respect His Majesty William. This is a national war that concerns Germany's future destiny. No matter how you hate Sileme, you cannot ignore the overall situation! King of the Hohenzollern family, where do you want to lead the great Germany?!"

Although Hellingen slandered the emperor's extreme character in his heart, his responsibilities still wanted to mediate the gap between the royal family and the navy.

"Your Majesty, you may have some misunderstandings with General Silame. I think these misunderstandings are not unravelled..."

"General Hellingen. This is my private matter."

William knocked heavily on the table, shutting up Hellingen. Seeing that Hellingen wanted to persuade him, the emperor finally became impatient. His hand wearing white gloves raised, letting General Hellingen, who had to muster up the courage to try to calm the conflict, leave.

Helingen had all his 120,000 sincerity and passion that were pouring out was raised high in the air by the emperor. The Navy Cabinet Minister took a deep breath and walked towards the door of the study. When his trembling hands touched the door handle, Helingen seemed to be determined, turned around with difficulty, and spoke stubbornly.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Due to my limited ability, I am afraid I will no longer be able to serve as your Navy Cabinet Minister. I will add my resignation letter. At the latest, I will go to Ebenhoson to cultivate the day after tomorrow!"

Walking out of the thick door wall of the emperor's study, Hei Lingen's depressed mood relaxed a little.

"Contradict the emperor. It seems that I am really crazy!" Climbing into the military car, William Street and Lower Linden Square outside Charlottemberg Palace were quiet, without the indulgence that should be after victory. General Hellingen turned his head and looked at the dome of the stacked Baroque building in the palace. There was a hint of military regret on his old face: "When victory is far away, I want to deal with the indispensable figures of the country. I am afraid our emperor will also go crazy. Germany. Oh, Germany!"

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At eleven o'clock in the evening, Berlin was drowsy, the cool moon hid in the accumulated clouds, and the bright stars could not be seen in the night sky at the end of April.

Under the dim street lights in the old city, the old town is filled with workers who have just gotten off work and company employees.

After the outbreak of the European War, most industries related to military industry were transferred to the wartime system. Compared with the British Empire, which fought for "justice" on the other side of the North Sea, the British Empire implemented a cruel three-shift and sixteen-hour working system. In the end, it led to a large strike on the British Isles. The Empire did not need her people to work day and night for the time being. Even if Congress temporarily gave up most of its rights, the Social Democratic Party stopped, and the trade unions did not mention the eight-hour working system under the patriotism boom. Workers cooperated with the requirements of the military department to extend their working hours. Some factories even worked for more than fourteen hours, but the morale of the empire was still very good.

"Extra! Extra!"

Although the young and tender hawking of the newspaper boys was late, it finally resounded before twelve o'clock on William Street, Brandenburg Gate and Lower Linden Square, and on the banks of the Havel River, the Spree and the Oder River.

"General Silame once again led the navy to victory! We sank a British super-dreadnought and six former dreadnoughts outside Portsmouth Harbor; the new ace captain Captain Otto Hessing led three submarines to ambush the British return battleship and successfully destroyed the target ship!"

"Give me a newspaper!"

The tired worker took out a Finney coin and bought the newspaper boy the Berlin Daily, which had always been a close friend of the navy.

With the light of street lights, workers stained with oil, professors from strange universities walking their dogs late at night, owners of nearby shops, police officers on duty and soldiers on patrol, and even the Austro-Hungarian diplomats passing by were surrounded. At this moment, there was no difference between rich and poor in Berlin, and the lowly in the middle of the night, the couple looked at the slightly thinner out of the quotation.

"Blasting London, crossing the English Channel, and encircling and annihilation of the Mediterranean to return to the aid fleet, this must be another big deal for the general!"

In the Empire, the general seemed to be a new synonym for Wang Heidi. He was wearing a suit and tie, and the nameplate on his chest said a low roar from the middle-aged man who was the manager of the Berlin Branch of Frankfurt Financial Bank.

"That's certainly!" A quirky university professor who cared about state affairs wrapped his dog chains in his hands, took out the posture of a naval enthusiast, and instilled his views into others: "To be honest, this naval battle is boring. Neither the British Admiralty nor the Grand Fleet could guess the general's intentions. The whole of Britain was lost in the navy's gorgeous tactical deception movements. Victory can be said to be easy to win."

The university professor has been immersed in the podium for many years, and after comments, everyone nodded frequently. The shepherd dog under his feet shouted inappropriately. The university professor flew up and kicked the dog, and continued the topic urgently.

"Since the general's old friend David Betty stepped down, the Royal Navy has not had any eye-catching actions. You should know that Betty can still play a little trick to bring some minor troubles to the general. Now, the British have almost no power to fight back!"

"Professor, your comments are very wonderful, but I vaguely remember that after the Battle of Jutland, you concluded that the next attack point of the Navy was Scarpa Bay..."

The old professor's passionate fantasy ended abruptly. He looked at the owner of the bookstore who was shattering annoyed. The weird-tempered old professor ran away with a sheepdog.

After circulating the outside world, the police soldiers on duty and the workers who were off work quickly dispersed. The company's staff made an appointment to go to a nearby tavern to get drunk. The diplomats of the Austro-Hungarian Empire also took the car back and shouted to the driver:

"Go back to the embassy!"

"Mr. Ambassador, the German Emperor rarely takes time to see you. If you don't hurry up and visit the emperor, I'm afraid William will go to a palace in East Prussia to hunt again..." The secretary of the Austro-Hungarian empire encouraged.

"No, we still have a lot of time." The Austro-Hungarian Ambassador to Germany closed the window of the car and said calmly: "I can feel the commotion over this city. He will not leave Berlin easily until this madman does something earth-shaking..."

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The news of the Battle of Portsmouth was finally published in the newspaper, and everything was going as planned, but the German Emperor William suddenly had a hint of retreat.

"Henry, even the old Blacklingen abandoned me, am I really wrong?"

William was mentally prepared for the surging naval opposition, but General Hellingen's resignation still made the extreme emperor's suspicious heart fragile.

"No, your majesty, you are right!" Prince Henry, the commander-in-chief of the Baltic Fleet of the German Empire, emphasized without hesitation. (Your support on this site.com is my greatest motivation.)
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