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On May 17, 1915, the British Isles were filled with joy. The panicked British placed their hopes for the revival of the Royal Navy on David Betty, hoping that this young man who was said to be the only one who could resist the German Navy's war god could save everything, let the great Britain enjoy the blue ocean forever, and let the rice flag still fly in every corner of the world.

In the night in Berlin, except for a small number of people whose souls were trembling at high latitudes, most Germans had already enjoyed a meal and gathered together to discuss the situation that was unprecedentedly beneficial to the empire, speculated whether the Eastern Front Army would completely strangle the Russian main force in Poland, discuss whether the Western Front Army would capture Paris, discuss when the miserable British fleet would be completely destroyed by the guardians of the imperial ocean, and discuss the Italian intention of the invitation of General Heidi Sileme to visit Taranto.

The Baroque-style building complex on the street of Charlottemberg Palace is in the center, and the conflict comes to an abrupt end, which makes people have a sudden illusion in their lives: the commander-in-chief of the Baltic Fleet attacks his colleagues first, and the Chief of Staff of the Army, who was vainly condemned, gave the idealists a heavy blow. The greatest genius commander in Germany's history completely turned against the emperor and resigned was just a boring illusion!

The two large doors of the conference hall were opened, and the luxurious royal demeanor was vented. The palace guards who stood in front of the steps were tightened and saluted the admiral who walked out of the conference hall.

Wang Heidi raised his heavy hand and swept over the brim of her hat, leaving her not very wide back to the Lord of Charlottemberg Palace, and plunged into the hazy drizzle under the twilight.

The carefully carved door in the conference hall slowly closed, and the depressing atmosphere was blocked by the heavy door panel. Wang Heidi walked down three or two steps, watching her shadow being stretched and disappeared in an instant, and finally opened her blood-stained lips. Bypassing the wet garden, Wang Heidi came to the square at the entrance of the Charlottemberg Palace, pressed the driver Novalis back to the driver's seat, reached out and pulled the Fengji buckle of the military uniform, leaned obliquely beside the military vehicle of the Admiralty, and lit a cigarette for herself.

Cigarettes were not enough to relieve Wang Heidi's accumulated depression. He swallowed several painkillers in succession and lowered his head to look at the medicine box pinched on his hands. There was finally a layer of mist in his eyes.

"You should wake up from the dream. You are just a Chinese. You don't have much obligation to Germany. You have done enough! You have been wandering for this country for twenty years, you almost died for this country twice, you bowed down and pleased the army, and even spared no effort to gamble on the lives of individuals and relatives to eradicate the system that threatens this country, let the Versailles contract, Adolf Hitler, and World War II stop happening, but..."

The heart stingingly hurt by betrayal and betrayal was bleeding, but Wang Heidi couldn't find any bleeding bag, so she could only let the blood flow. Wang Heidi couldn't find a reason to comfort herself, but just stretched out her middle finger to point the man in the rearview mirror of the military vehicle. The weak and tired soldier was unprecedentedly weak and tired:

"Ha, but your name is Wang Heidi instead of Heidi Sileme. Don't be self-indulgent. Germany doesn't need a savior, and history doesn't need a hero!"

In front of the palace gate, the orange light carefully wrapped around Wang Heidi. The Admiral closed his crazy heart, clamped a hot cigarette, raised his head and stared at the unfathomable sky for a long time, letting the cold raindrops fall on his face, and slid into the heart that could not be beaten along the unraveled wind.

"General, maybe you need this..."

The captain of the Charlottemberg Palace guard Joe Romain led a team of guards to the palace gate. In the night mixed with silk rain, Joe Romain could tell at a glance that the general looking up at the stars was the undefeated Ares, the German Navy.

The scene in front of me is surprisingly similar to the eve of Tirpitz in 1914, which is called the captain of the guard having a bad premonition.

I can't remember exactly that day, but it was also a hazy weather. Navy Minister Friedrich von Tirpitz came to the palace alone, and left after a brief meeting with Emperor William. Then news of Marshal Tirpitz's resignation came.

Marshal Tirpitz's resignation did not bring much turmoil to the navy, because the navy with Heidi-Silem soon ushered in a strong rebound, ushering in the Silame era when the Imperial Navy was even more arrogant and glorious. Jodman had forgotten his memories of Tirpitz, but the navy god of war in the rain allowed Jodman to draw these memories from the depths of his memory.

William's guard Jodman sent an umbrella, but Wang Heidi did not accept the kindness of the guard William who left his name in the short and glorious history of the German Empire because he was wandering before patriotism and loyalty. He just asked the cold rain to wake him up.

The chief guard stopped insisting. He put the umbrella under his armpit and stood quietly beside the Navy God of War. Maybe only three or five seconds, but it felt like he had spent more than a century. Jodman asked in a treacherous mood.

"General, will you always be in the Navy?"

Jodman's question defeated Wang Heidi's last reluctance, reminding him of the cold facts. Wang Heidi's lips moved, his eyes were slightly red but he couldn't say anything. After being embarrassed for a long time, he finally gave up answering a question that might make Jodman sad. He just bit his bloody lips and took off the first-level iron cross medal on his chest, which is now a bit dazzling and symbolized the highest honor of the Emperor** person, gently stroked it for a while before putting it on the guard's chest.

In his heart, Wang Heidi closed his heels and straightened his body, saluted another idealist, Jodman, and turned around to open the door of the Admiralty military vehicle.

The first-class iron cross medal was hung in front of Jodman's clothes, and the guards guarding the palace were envious. Looking at the medal with metal texture, the guards had no intention of being secretly happy, because he had already understood a lot from the actions of the Navy God of War.

"Why?"

Jodman didn't understand, and did not understand why the naval god, who was at the peak of his life, retreated bravely. Although His Majesty William, who was not very stable, had some contradictions with him, the emperor was not an unreasonable tyrant, and Germany was not a jealous country. Just as the emperor did not interfere with him after the Battle of Portsmouth, did Germany not interfere with his promotion, Germany was on the way to victory. The army was advancing rapidly, the navy was in a rainbow of momentum, and everything was thriving. Jodman didn't understand, and did not understand why Silame chose to betray the empire and the navy he loved.

The large fleet was not completely defeated, and the strength of shipbuilding and ship buying was not weakened too much. The Empire of Sun-Don't Settling may not be able to survive the most difficult period based on its geographical advantage. Of course, if the Navy God of War still led this navy, this is not a problem, but once Silame left the navy, will the Ocean Fleet still be the invincible Ocean Fleet? Can the German Navy continue to win?

Jodman's position allowed him to analyze the elites of this empire fairly and objectively: Marshal Reinhard Schell was too impetuous. Without Heidi Silem, he would probably become the German version of the former commander-in-chief of the Harric Fleet; General Hippel's tactical command ability is unparalleled in the world, but he is too rational and conservative, and this time he has eliminated the will to take the initiative to attack; General Erich Redell did not have the experience of commanding even a destroyer detachment, and the tactical command ability of the one-armed general Wolfgang Wegener was not outstanding. Bernhard von Oden, the most talented and most suitable for the command of the Ocean Fleet in 1994, had heidi Silem died in the distant Falkland, Germany... Will there be the next Heidi Silem?

Wang Heidi paused when pulling the car door. He twisted his body and placed his hand on the guard's shoulder, restrained all his emotions, and used as gentle as possible to express the cruel facts that Jodman might not understand for the time being:

"Because, because I'm tired of it!"

After losing a far-fetched explanation, the guard still didn't understand, but Wang Heidi was relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door and sat in.

"General, don't wait for Marshal Schell and the others?" The driver Novalis keenly realized that an incident that had occurred in the Navy and Army emergency meeting was unfavorable to the Navy. He grabbed the reverse wheel and hesitated.

"Drive and take me to the train station!" Wang Heidi's mouth popped out a few unspoken syllables, leaned softly on the back seat, leaned his heavy head against the top of the seat, and covered his military cap on his pale face.

The black car turned around and headed on the road, facing the palace in the twilight, and slowly leaned on the brightly lit Charlottemberg Palace Street. At this time, the young man's desperate shouts came from the direction of Charlottemberg Palace.

"General, I already have a Class Iron Cross, which is a souvenir left to me by Marshal Tirpitz!"

Jodman took a step and tried to catch up. The military vehicle in 1915 was not fast, but it was far from being able to shorten the distance by walking and catch up. The distance was opened little by little, but the commander of the guard was not discouraged and still followed the car and chased after it desperately.

The black military vehicle stopped, which was the driver Novalis's own decision. The rubber tires marked two black ruts on the road, so that the guard could catch up with the military vehicle. Jodman approached the military vehicle panting, put the precious first-class iron cross on the back seat, and said seriously to the Navy God of War who was sitting in the car with his eyes closed and resting:

"I already have a Level 1 Iron Cross, so I don't need this one!"

Wang Heidi hid her face under the military cap from beginning to end. Jodmann said a little and turned away, leaving his soul shock to Wang Heidi.

Novalis could not understand the Zen between the lowly but powerful guard Jodman and General Heidi Sileme, but this did not prevent him from speculating that something might have happened that might shock the whole of Germany, and that it had a great relationship with their spiritual leaders.

The driver twisted and twisted in the driver's seat uneasy. Wang Heidi seemed to have just woken up, quietly set her seat, pinched the military cap covering her face in her hands, and looked at the military emblem on the navy-style military cap with pity. Her slightly cold eyes gradually became softer.
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