(I want to end this chapter so much, I am a little frivolous and impatient. The manuscript has been deleted and deleted, and it has been revised and revised, but I still don’t feel like it carefully. Alas, please forgive me...)

"I was ordered to take over the British Navy Secretary when the Royal Navy was defeated in the Skaglake Strait. It was a Waterloo-style maritime battle. The whole British Empire was distorted and the morale was low. If I were a qualified politician, I should have made a perfect excuse for failure and then threw out a group of scapegoats. Unfortunately, I am not determined to be here. I am never afraid of offending people, nor do I care about being the exposer of the perfect fairy tale. I just want Britain to win!"

The Admiralty Building, the doors and blinds of the Office of the Minister of the Navy were closed. In the damp and dim room, a desk lamp tried its best to shine to light the Mediterranean map placed on the table.

Arthur Belfort sat in front of the table, his fingers undoubtedly hitting the corner of the table, and told his Third Minister of Sea:

"In my opinion, the commander who participated in the Battle of Scarglake Strait was a valuable asset to the British Navy. Before that, in the unrivaled atmosphere of the Royal Navy, any motto was wasted. Only the pain of the skin could make the navy calm down and think about how to catch up. So I think I should place Jelico in the position of the Royal Navy helmsman and make you the sailor who strives for the first place!"

Betty stood at the desk, holding the military cap tightened unconsciously.

"It's a pity that the Portsmouth naval battle initiated by Heidi Sileme disrupted my overall plan."

Whenever Heidi Sileme was mentioned, Arthur Belfort's confidence and domineeringness disappeared. He rubbed his temples. There was a little more helpless smell in his words.

"I want to overthrow Heidi Sileme, intensify the conflict between the German Navy and their emperor, Junker and the trade union, use the German Emperor William to get rid of Sileme, and take the opportunity to make the German internal turmoil. The plan was almost successful, and the Social Democratic Party, the trade union and the German government were in a confrontation. Heidi Sileme chose to resign under the public opinion offensive. However, Heidi Sileme easily jumped out of the trap I set up and gave me a heavy blow. Italians, Ollidians, Turks, and even Spanish jumped out and sent invitation telegrams to Sileme in a swarm."

"Silem wants to take over the Mediterranean?!"

Betty vaguely sensed the scent of the conspiracy, and the agreement for the joint operation of the Mediterranean Navy, which had already been in name only, jumped out of his mind, and then shook his head again:

"No, this is impossible! Italy, Austria and Turks have ambition to dominate the Mediterranean, and the three countries have their own navies, with different methods of command and training. They not only lack the basis of mutual trust but also lack the conditions for joint combat. Furthermore, although the Italians have a Dante-class battleship, three Cafur-class battleships, and a newly completed battleship of the Cayo-Duillio, they are a fence-between, unless the victory situation turns to the Allies or the Allies, and denies that they will not easily join the Allies. The Austrians and the Turks have only three to four Joint Force-class battleships.

Ship, a Moltch-class battlecruiser, and we have four Lone-class battleships in the Mediterranean. Two Spanish-class battleships and a Brittany-class battleship, it is not easy for Sileme to completely open up the Mediterranean. Finally, even if the joint fleet is formed, the commander may be the commander of the Austrian Navy Anton von House, the commander of the Italian Navy, and even the commander of the Turkish Navy, but it will definitely not be Heidi Sileme. After all, Sileme is just an outsider, and no country dares to hand over command to outsiders without reservation. Even in Ottoman Turkey, there is already a Soloch in that ghost place!"

"Betty, besides the 'signal light' of the intelligence department, I believe that you are the only one in Britain who knows Silame the best." King Arthur pondered for a moment and asked. "Political factors aside, do you think Silame has the ability to integrate the strength of the Mediterranean sea?"

Betty was silent. Although Betty had the self-esteem of a soldier, she did not have the ability to despise her old friends against her conscience.

"Then prepare the plan according to the worst plan." Belfort pulled the Mediterranean map on the table and marked Spain, Italy, Austro-Hungarian Empire and Ottoman Turkey with a red pen. "The question now is which country will Sileme stay in."

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

It has been raining lightly since mid-May. The wet weather almost ruined the Berliners, but it could not stop William from feeling refreshed.

Silame, who was regarded as William's biggest enemy, was finally defeated, and was trampled by William before he could even seek a decent resignation with a hypocritical attitude.

There will never be a Jedi counterattack, because he is smart and has accepted the invitation from the Italians, and he will take the opportunity to sweep the arrogant and unruly guy who is even more disgusting than his uncle George V in England and send him to the Apennine Peninsula far away from the empire's land for an investigation, with an investigation without going back!

William could finally hum an ancient song and go to the palaces in the forests of the northern empire to escape the summer and hunt.

The army and police temporarily took over the Berlin Zoo Railway Station. The government cabinet and senior army officers often gathered to stand on the platform to bid farewell to the imperial emperor, while the navy only had lonely naval cabinet ministers.

The convoy drove over under the Bodhi tree. The palace guards wearing retro breastplate and the attendants carrying royal luggage walked onto the emperor's special train one after another. Emperor William wore a marshal's uniform without a sling, and took the queen out of the military car. He was leisurely reviewing the imperial elites standing on the platform, nodding to his ministers from time to time.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs urgently sent a message..."

The emperor was determined to deliver a motivating and morale speech before the platform, which was his favorite thing, but the private secretary who rushed over with the telegram stopped the emperor.

"It's not just an invitation, they also want to hire Silame as their naval consultant." After browsing the telegram at a glance, the emperor's face became a little more joyful. He raised the telegram in his hand with a gaze. He said excitedly: "It seems that our General Silame's return time will be delayed..."

The harmonious platform suddenly became silent. Allies and neutral countries were competing to hire Sileme, and such figures no longer have a foothold in Germany. This is really a great irony to Germany. When and when did the German nation become so narrow?

Many army officers and government officials breathed a sigh of relief because they felt the best ending. Many officials also lowered their heads and felt their faces were so hot. Perhaps, perhaps it was a complete mistake to bring down Silame. It was even more wrong to let go of such a general who could dominate the ocean easily.

Looking at the imperial civil and military officials who had their own thoughts, William no longer had the intention of procrastinating. He waved his hand to the imperial prime minister and turned around to board the emperor's special train.

He drove the queen out of the carriage and locked himself in the narrow space. With heavy breathing, the telegrams transferred by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were crumpled into a ball by his trembling left hand and threw them into the trash can.

As early as the moment he turned around on the platform, William lost the excitement he pretended to be. From the panicked tone of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, William had a bad premonition: It was really unwise to tear apart with Silame. Silame will definitely come back and bring the prestige accumulated in the Mediterranean to the empire!

"Repent? No, the word regret never appears in William's world! Never!"

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

"Silem, are you sure the Mediterranean has your stage?"

In early June, Kiel seemed to be empty, and the strange street scene was left behind by a car. The old Frasey withdrew his gaze from outside the window and asked uneasily.

"Although Italy, Austria and Türkiye value you very much, they are not without their own calculations. The Allies seem aggressive in the Mediterranean, but in fact they are just a mess of sand."

"That's why I chose the place where the sun rose first in the Allied Powers and wait for a certain opportunity!"

After Wang Heidi said this lightly, Frasey wanted to ask more. But the car had turned to the street leading to Kiel Railway Station, and Frasey was shocked to find that there were crowds in front of him.

The Imperial Navy God of War, who had just resigned, is about to go to Taranto, Italy for a three-month inspection, which is not a secret for Germany.

In the past two days, this news was regarded as their victory by newspapers against the navy. Under their clever writing, the union's lackey, Sireme was disgraced and fled in a panic, but when Spain, Turkey and Austro-Hungarian Empire sent invitation telegrams one after another, the Germans finally panicked.

On the day when Xilem left, there were few opponents in Xilem in Kiel, who had their tails closed and disappeared. Tens of thousands of Kiel citizens spontaneously took to the streets and came to the train station.

Frasey finally knew the reason why Kil was empty, because almost half of Kil's citizens came to the railway station square and the main road in front of the station. They held up portraits of Wang Heidi and retained banners in an attempt to retain the naval genius for Germany.

"It turns out that I didn't leave Kiel in shame under the sound of shouting and killing. It turns out that I still have so many supporters."

A warm current stirred Wang Heidi's heart. Wang Heidi found that his previous efforts and struggle were worth it!

Anne hugged Avril out of the car, and the Kiels were still calm, but when Frasey dragged his lame legs out of the car, the Kiels finally became turbulent.

"Travel the family with your family, Silame, are you going to abandon Germany?"

The police in the city of Kiel were facing a great enemy. They had no doubt that once Silame was attacked at this time, Kiel would immediately fall into riots. They rushed into the crowd, protected the cars heavily, and cleared out a road to the railway station.

"General, to avoid accidents..."

Wang Heidi shook his head gently and refused the sheriff's kindness. The admiral got angry and climbed onto the roof of the car. The surging crowds on the opposite side delivered his second personal speech after the Congressional debate in 1898.

"My fellow countrymen, I will not leave Germany. This magnificent land has too many things that fascinates me and too many things that I want to protect. How can I bear to leave before changing the wheel of destiny? So I promise that I will leave today just for the sake of being able to come back brilliantly in the future! I will come back!"

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

"No sensationalism, no promises, no encouragement, the general is destined to be a hero!"

The train carrying Silame finally drove away from the platform. The police looked at Kiel's pure sky and whispered.

"But, he's a hero, isn't he?"

Catherine leaned beneath an old oak tree, put her hands in her pocket of her pure white windbreaker, and said lightly. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!