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The University of Berlin, founded by the Humboldt brothers, is located at the end of the street under the Bodhi tree, which is worth a lot of money. It is the highest institution of higher learning in the empire, an academic center in Europe and the world. Someone once joked that a net can be used to sprinkle a few talented students and eccentric professors in this university filled with lush oak and baroque architecture.

According to convention, war cannot affect the solemn and dignified university, but this country that believes in militarism cannot be guessed by common sense. You must know that when gunfire sounds from Sarajevo, the noise made by these white-haired old professors is no less than that of the warlike emperor.

Ernest, a professor of philosophy history at the University of Berlin, adheres to the routine of the work and rest for more than 30 years, just like the schedule at the Berlin Zoo Railway Station accurately pinchs the time to go out.

The woman was complaining endlessly. The old professor put the pocket watch into his chest pocket, took off the gentleman's hat from the clothes hanger, and led a bloated and fat shepherd out.

"Ernest, remember to bring an umbrella!" The old professor's wife put the unwashed dishes into the pool, picked up a black umbrella and stopped it at the door until the old professor accepted her concern.

"This woman, am I so old that I don't remember to bring an umbrella?" The old professor just went out and whispered to the troublesome woman. He grabbed the black umbrella under his armpit and pierced it into the night.

Walking along the tree-lined path of the campus, occasionally encountering several professors and students they know, the old professor would stop and chat with them. After more than ten minutes of procrastination, the old professor would walk out of the campus and come to the East Garden Square on the side of the street under the Bodhi Tree.

Under the night, the Brandenburg Gate and the statue of the Goddess of Victory stood towering. The old professor kicked the shepherd dog that refused to move and took off his hat to pay tribute to the great Goddess of Victory.

"Mr. Ernest, unfortunately, the Berlin Evening News is sold out today!" The newspaper boy guarding East Garden Square trotted over and said apologetically.

"Oh?" Ernest frowned inadvertently. In fact, the Berlin Evening News is not a mainstream newspaper in the Empire, and its circulation in Berlin is terrible. However, this newspaper is a Chinese and Italian media with few picky old professors. Ernest buys a Berlin Evening News almost every day when the lights in Berlin are on. The reason is no different - The Berlin Evening News has always been a supporter of the navy.

"So, what about the Bahart newspaper?" The old professor was unwilling to change his habit of reading newspapers at night, so he was forced to choose to settle for the second best.

"Sorry, the only one of the Berlin Chronicles is left!" The newspaper boy Yang Yang raised the few newspapers left in his hand and said aggrievedly: "The Marine Corps held a landing exercise in Kielfjord today, and the general was also invited to attend, so after all the newspapers covering this matter were bought, the only one of the Berlin Chronicles is left."

As soon as the fairy tale was finished, the old professor frowned even deeper.

The old professor's political stance tends to be a British constitutional government and advocates freedom of speech. However, when it comes to the Berlin Chronicle, which is willing to act as a lackey of Junker landlords and stands on the front line of the anti-navy, the old professor wants to crush his bones and throw them into ashes.

“It’s clear from the sales of local tabloids how many bad things they say about the Navy!”

The shepherd dog seemed to smell the breath of things. It struggled to move forward and took the old professor out a few steps. The old professor flew up again, kicked the restless fat dog hard, turned around, and with the unique alienation and pride of professors at the University of Berlin, he raised his head and snorted slowly: "Then let's get a copy of the Berlin Chronicle and let me see what rumors they have made."

The newspaper boy quickly pulled out a "Berlin Chronicle" for a Finney coin and jumped away.

The old professor was not in a hurry to read the newspaper. He rolled the Berlin Chronicle into a ball and inserted it into his pocket, stamped his stiff feet, and turned his body to walk north. According to convention, he would spend an hour wandering to the old town, sit in Gongoll's bookstore for an hour or two, and then walk back at night with the dog walking back.

As soon as I got on the road, it started to drizzle in Berlin.

Compared to the thick fog and moisture that are gloomy in London, Berlin in the rainy season is like a sentimental girl. Sometimes it is clear sky or the moon is sparse, and it will inadvertently shed tears and wash away the dew. The old professor seems to have foresaw his arrogant sarcasm, and impatiently pick up the umbrella held under his armpit to hold it.

The old professor was a little moved, and the newspaper stuck in his pocket was shaken and spread out on the road.

"Oh, today is not my lucky day!" The old professor wailed, moved his hunched back slightly, and leaned over to pick up newspapers.

The older Ernest just bent down and the dizziness came in. Fortunately, he helped him pick up the Berlin Chronicle with his other hand.

"I am so grateful to you. It's really embarrassing to let an old man in his sixties bend down..." The old professor who refused to accept the old had to admit that Ernest, who traveled Europe to seek truth, was already in his twilight years.

After making a self-deprecating statement, the old professor was embarrassed to find that the young man who helped him pick up the newspaper was flipping through the Berlin Chronicle. The old professor was a little unhappy.

"Young man, can you return it to me?" asked the old professor.

"God, how is this possible? This is absolutely impossible!" The young man was a little excited. He grabbed the newspaper and took a few steps back, tripped by the curbs beside the road, and sat down on the lawn staggeringly.

"What's wrong with this?" The old professor didn't understand why the young man was unwilling to return the newspaper of Cai Yifanny. Thinking of the young man who helped him pick up the newspaper after all, he had to take out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and reach out to help the young man.

"Sir, can you help me confirm the information in the newspaper?" The young man seemed to have been exhausted. He groped on the road that was plagued with raindrops for a long time but couldn't get up. "This is so unbelievable. They actually slandered General Silame, saying that he was the sand of the union's army!"

There was a policeman on duty in the distance. The old professor did not rush to help the young man up, but turned his back and called the police to come to help. The voice that was no longer vibrant surged into the Adam's apple, but the young man's doubts floated into his ears.

"Silem? Slander? Trade Union?" Although Ernest was in his sixties, he was still a fanatical admirer of Silem. Any words related to the undefeated Ares of the Navy are the subject of attention of the old professor. The old professor did not understand how Silaem had contacted the union. He took the newspaper and his muddy eyes were frozen on the front page of the newspaper.

(---Gorgeous dividing line--)

"Of course!" Wang Heidi, who was sitting in the center of the right side of the conference table, was jumping with her eyelids. She was about to answer William's question, but Prince Henry's sarcastic interruption came from nearby: "Although General Silame is a sand of the union that is mixed with the high-level officials of the empire, his abilities should not be questioned!"

"Prince, this is not a time for you to act wildly!" Sher looked at his nominal subordinates, his face full of anger. The Imperial Navy Minister had ordered that even if the prince with a transcendent status threatened to resign, Sher would completely let the commander-in-chief of the Baltic Fleet disappear at any naval meeting. "Silem cannot intersect with the union!"

"I have evidence!" Prince Henry was not afraid of the anger of his boss at all. He looked around the conference room, raised his eyebrows, and added fuel to the fire with a flauntful look.

"Listen, Prince Henry, please sit down. Silame has a good idea, and it will certainly help us to open up the dilemma of trench war on the Western Front..."

When Prince Henry's sarcastic voice came out, the Chief of Staff of the Army felt a sudden clang in his heart, and he understood Friedrich Norman's words, "The arrow must be fired on the string."

It’s time to come, but the question is how to end?!

However, Prince Henry, who had nodded, suddenly made a surprise attack, really shocked Wang Heidi. You should know that after Capeler stepped down, the navy had regarded him as his most solid backing, but the fortress was easily broken from the inside.

He raised his head and tried to find something to relieve himself from the faces of the generals and cabinet ministers present, but he saw everything calmly. Wang Heidi guessed something, looked around for a moment, and finally frozen on the face of the Chief of Staff of the Army.

"I was having a lot of chatting and laughing the other second ago, why did I betray me soon? Is this my fate?"

The powerful Chief of General Staff of the Army did not dare to look at the young man at all. It was not until Prince Henry took out the Berlin Chronicle that Falkenhein hurriedly stood up and made his last effort to change the topic.

"Falkenhein, I don't want to know what the plan is for the time being." Emperor William played with the sword passed down to him by his ancestors, and smiled and explained some tendency opinions. "I really want to know what unclear relationship the highest general of Germany has with the union."

Before Prince Henry could produce his evidence, Emperor William was impatient to set the tone for this critical meeting that was decorated with the "Emergency Meeting of the Navy and Army".

Bateman Holwich held the pen in his hand tightly until the expensive pen was folded into two pieces.

The loose political alliance against Silem has been planning for this action for a long time. It is almost impossible for Silem to lose its reputation and be forced to resign. The emperor should be hiding behind the scenes at this time to avoid causing disgust from the Navy and Silem supporters. However, William, who wanted to see the young people's disheartened scene, insisted on convening this meeting, and even had to go barely to deal with their admirers in front of the general who held the real power of the Navy.

"This idiot! I hope, I hope the navy and army will not go to division because of this conflict!"

"Your Majesty, the Speaker of the Parliament of Shihe (Shresowieg-Helstein) accidentally discovered an interesting document, which was the original list of the members of the Kiel Pier Union in the summer of 1894, and our General Heidi Sileme was listed!" Prince Henry did not realize that he had lost his value, just like a clown, jumping up and down at a high-level meeting that was enough to determine the fate of the empire, and stuffed the freshly released "Berlin Chronicle" into Schell.

Navy Secretary Scher and Ocean Fleet Commander-in-Chipper Hippel stared at the front page of the Berlin Chronicle, and the haze began to accumulate.

The photocopied photo is a certificate of joining the union, name Heidi Sileme, job as a porter of Keel Dock, graduation school Tim Kleger Middle School, enrollment time on July 28, 1894, certifier: Augsburg Hahn-Blunt, everything is surprisingly consistent with the resume of young people.

Wang Heidi did not squeeze in to look at the photo that was very likely to erase the good situation he had exchanged for with his life. He had lost his pride and just sat on the chair pressing his temple that was aching, and some old photos were still played repeatedly in his mind.

In Kiel in 1894, his mother Hathaway died on the third day after the Battle of Tung Island broke out. The funeral was busy for a long time. When King Heidi returned to Kiel's dock, Hahn-Blunt persuaded him to join the union, but he refused.

Rejected?! Haha, it doesn't matter whether to refuse or not! Wang Heidi was cold, but the full-loaded heart was beating forcefully, and it became faster and faster until the feeling of fatigue hits like a tide.

"General Silame, I think you should give you an explanation!" The emperor gently placed the sword on the conference table and said lightly.

"Explanation?!" The last string tensed in his head broke. Wang Heidi finally broke up with the emperor, held the table with the last bit of strength and stood up. Her sharp eyes stayed at Falkenhein with a shame for a few seconds, trying to move forward.

Wang Heidi walked forward with a smirk, trying to pull up the emperor who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, so that the prodigal son could see the devastated frontline clearly and understand how fast the country was bleeding; let him know how hard the empire could make the return of the loyal and brave soldiers, and let him know how many disasters his light words would bring to this country.

"Explanation, William, what kind of explanation do you need?!"

The murderous Wang Heidi asked the cabinet officials sitting near the emperor to turn their backs. Only the Prime Minister stood up and shook his head heavily at Wang Heidi.

"William, I am the hero of the German Empire, and you are the emperor of the German Empire. In the face of tradition, Heidi Sileme is not even a knight." After all, Wang Heidi finally stopped. He was unwilling to waste his last trace of passion, but said weakly through the imperial prime minister: "But please remember that once the war fails, I am still the hero of the German Empire, and you are nothing except the title of the king of the fallen country!"

The emperor was so shocked by the momentum that Wang Heidi was unable to speak, and sat blankly on the main seat, while the sharp sword passed down from his ancestors lay horizontally on the table, as if mocking something silently.

Wang Heidi pushed away Hippel's support, leaving only a back for the German bosses, waved his hand to Marshal Schell who was trying to keep him, and walked stubbornly outside the conference hall.

"From this moment, I will resign from any position, gentlemen, generals, wish Germany a great distance!"

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