(It seems that the rhythm is delayed, and the plot must be accelerated. The answer will be revealed tomorrow, and then break through the sky!)

"Haha, letting the Russians suffer from internal scrupulous physical weakness to death may be the easiest and rough enough way to conquer the Slavic nation!"

At 7 p.m., in Berlin, the lights are just coming.

The Imperial Army Headquarters near Konech Square, the dim corridor is filled with the dampness that is often seen in the rainy season in Western Europe. The admiral in black naval uniform walked in front of him, and the sound of high boots hitting echoed lonely in the quiet corridor. However, the young man did not realize that the steps of the Chief of Staff, who was walking side by side with him, were bound by guilt and shame. He still opened his teeth and claws and was raving to Falkenhein to promote his poor West-first-first-then-east strategy, leaving behind countless romantic and elegant styles and endless unrestrained oceans.

After all, Wang Heidi's strategy still needs history to prove that European thoughts in the war were chaotic and people changed their hearts, and everyone was drunk and I felt so awake that I was not feeling good. Wang Heidi stopped the mouth that caused him a lot of trouble, so she was embarrassed to find that he was singing a one-man show along the way.

Wang Heidi, who was in a good mood, pressed her crooked high-brimmed military cap, and inserted her calloused hands into her pockets casually, looking back to look for the figure of the Chief of Staff of the Army.

"Then..." Falkenhein's legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not lift it anyway. The Army General held the wall that was about to become moldy because of the endless rain a while ago, lowered his head to avoid Wang Heidi's puzzled eyes, and still spread in his heart from inexplicable emotions.

On May 17, 1915, Falkenhein, the Berlin Army Headquarters, wanted to admit that the suppressed feeling that was blocked in his heart was ashamed.

The Chief of Staff of the Army did not understand the navy, but he had visited the Imperial battleship. He knew how harsh the living environment of the warships was, and how difficult it was to navigate the warships that looked very strong but still belonged to the iron coffin on the vast sea. The Chief of Staff of the Army did not understand naval battles, but at the previous high-level meeting of the Empire, you could feel the shock of iron and blood and the cruelty of ice and fire just from the few words of Friedrich von Ingnor and Reinhard Schell reporting the naval battle situation.

Heidi Silem. The thirty-seven-year-old young man sacrificed too much for the empire. He did not think about the great achievements of the young man, nor did he think about the madness of the Battle of Dogel, the Battle of Jutland, and the Battle of Jutland. The figure of the exhausted back, which was gradually moving away in the dim corridor of the Army Headquarters, was enough to make Falkenhein forget many things.

It is true that Heidi Silem was just a poor boy from Kiel Pier. He did not respect authority and veterans enough. The navy, which was deeply influenced by him, was unruly and aggressive, but we cannot be ashamed of being grateful to Nian Heidi Silem was the man who understood the true meaning of position war and attrition war. When he turned around, he still shamelessly criticized him for being too impatient and heresy!

"So...Silem, do you know that no matter how much you love this fleet, no matter how eager you are to win, everything will be in vain after today. Your hard work will become the most ruthless ridicule and fool, and your efforts will become the biggest joke of this century!"

The Chief of Staff of the Army felt his chest blocked, and some words almost blurted out. He found it difficult to speak out when he came to his mouth. Looking back at his role in the Berlin conspiracy, Falkenhein realized that he had run too far on the wrong path, so far that he could not put aside his face and be honest.

After hesitating for a long time, Falkenhein could only sigh in slightest.

The talent of young people is amazing and convincing. It is definitely not Henry deliberately slandered the narrow-minded person. The admiral still lacks the awareness of being a politician, and his every move is full of strength and intuition. He is a hero, but he is destined to be a hero!

"What kind of country will Russia become when all order is torn apart by the mob?" Falkenhein, who claims to be a model of the officers' group, eventually betrayed the Teutonic Knight's creed and changed the subject.

"Only God knows..." Wang Heidi didn't understand the origin of the gentleness in Falkenhein's eyes. When he thought that he could tamper with history again and convince the army, known for its stubbornness and old-fashioned, started the World War I version of the Normandy Landing War, and resolved France before the British fleet rose again, and ushered in the dawn of victory, he was so happy that Wang Heidi was so happy.

The admiral in a good mood did not notice the coming rain at all, pointed to the aisle ceiling with some mold spots, and said jokingly.

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

"Chief of Staff, His Majesty William's servant room called, and you are also among the senior officials of the Imperial Land Emergency Conference."

Taking advantage of Falkenhein's time to send the navy away, the secretary had already packed up the messy Chief of Staff's office. The Chief of Staff of the Army turned back to his office with great worries and found that the private secretary had tacitly locked the safe with the continental map full of data and offensive symbols, while several orderly soldiers lay on the wall to replace the huge continental map for the Chief of Staff.

"Let Herbert prepare a car and let me know ten minutes to go!"

The orderly soldiers who had hung the map came out one after another. The private secretary put down a cup of hot coffee and nodded and left.

The oak door with good sound insulation was closed heavily. The secretary held the silver tray where the coffee was placed in his arms, pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, leaned against the oak door and let out a deep breath.

Although he was a soldier, Falkenhein's secretary was a admirer of Sileme. The reason was that the poor boy Kiel, who joined the navy in 1894, only took less than a year to complete a gorgeous jump, and was promoted from colonel to general. He was able to stand up in a panic time, face the arrogant royal navy, and overturn the British to the ground. Whether it was glorious or bleak, the thirty-seven-year-old admiral's life was always full of ups and downs, and young people could not be impressed.

"The first secret meeting can be called a naval general, your chief of staff, who is sent out. Oh, you must know that the status of the Army General is not the era of Hard-vang-Shankhorst and August von Gneesenau."

The secretary tightened the silver tray in his arms and walked towards his secretary's room.

"General, do a pretty job! When the army and the navy join forces, who else can resist the Deutsche Iron Cross Flag?!"

The secretary brought the office door and his body became quiet. Time seemed to have frozen. However, Falkenhein's complicated mood still failed to calm down. Something was burning and questioning his conscience, so that the air breathed by the Chief of Staff of the Army also brought a hot smell of sparks.

Falkenhein picked up the plan on the table and wandered around the office. Before he knew it, he slowly walked to the windowsill. In order to evacuate the smell of smoke in the room, the secretary opened the blinds, so the night view of Berlin's Army Chief of Staff could see it at a glance.

The lights of Konech Square are dim and municipal street lights illuminate the spacious roads. Two military vehicles from the Admiralty Department come stepping on the sunset, leaving in the early night, and gradually flow into the streets of Charlottemberg Palace and heading towards the Tilgarten District in the south.

The military vehicle disappeared, Falkenhein retracted his gaze in disappointment, sat back on the sofa with the remaining warmth, squinted his eyes and savored the process of communicating with the young people, trying to find some footnotes for his previous dark psychology of dealing with the young people.

"Chief of Staff, time is up..." The office door was pushed open, and the secretary leaned in and whispered.

Falkenhein, holding the coffee cup, seemed not to hear the secretary's reminder. He lowered his head and sipped the coffee, shook his head at the plan that was placed at hand.

"Give me another five minutes!"

Falkenhain left his private secretary like a madman, locked the office door, jumped to the table, grabbed the phone and rushed to the phone to get the conservative Junker landlord leader.

"Mr. Friedrich Norman!"

Unless the other party is a stranger or a formal occasion, it is denied that the Germans always call the other party's surname to show intimacy. Whether it is family origins or the tradition of the officer corps, Falkenhein has a good personal friendship with the retired Friedrich Norman. However, this time, Falkenhein, who was so arrogant, couldn't help but use honorific words to express his emotions.

"Please end all actions against Heidi Sileme!"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Friedrich Norman, a radical leader of the Juncker landlord at the Adelon Hotel near the Paris Square in Berlin, temporarily living in the breeding grounds of political conspiracy in the empire, Friedrich Norman, who was temporarily living in the breeding grounds of political conspiracy in the empire, sat on a soft leather sofa, holding the microphone in one hand and shaking gently with brandy in the other.

Compared with French Cognac, German brandy has added more local characteristics: the south is accustomed to adding plums or cherries to make wine, while the north is potatoes and rye, which tastes more mellow and strong. Friedrich Norman, who was in a good mood, put his goblet close to his nose and sniffed the refreshing aroma of wine to joking with the Chief of the Army General Staff.

"Don't be nervous, Falkenhein, we have all planned it. Unlike the previous two naval political storms, we will not cause bloody storms, but will force the unbeaten Ares to submit his resignation letter in a warm manner, and everything is under our control."

"Friedrich Norman, I've seen young men!" Falkenhein looked up at the corner of the wall and glanced at the ringing clock, and his hand holding the microphone trembled slightly. "I've seen Heidi Sileme. He is not the heretic in Prince Henry and Rudendolf's mouth. I swear, Friedrich Norman, if we bring down this young man, the Empire will suffer unbearable losses!"

"chief of staff……"

The Berlin Chronicle, which was held in his hand, fell on the floor. Friedrich Norman stood up, and his shiny leather shoes stepped on the front page of the newspaper, just blocking the photo that was enough to end Wang Heidi's military career decently and shocked the whole world.

Friedrich Norman raised his head, drank the brandy in his goblet, and said coldly:

"The arrow is on the string, I have to fire it!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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