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The west wind brings tons of drizzle. In May, under the eaves of small gray buildings near the Kiel Fjord, Wang Heidi lay on an antique rocking chair, clasping the undistinguishable purple clay teapot from the Far East China Liuli Factory in the other hand, holding a pipe full of European-style smoke rising, squinting his eyes to endure the days without war and coal smoke.

"Although General Silame has made great achievements in military affairs, soldiers should not participate too much in politics. The newspapers that waving flags and cheering for Silame should be the lackeys of the trade union forces and the Allies."

"Millions of troops in the empire are fighting on the front line, but our trade unions and Social Democrats do not want to serve the country. They attempt to subvert the existing regime to the infiltration army and empire must fire Heidi Silem, beware of the thorns on their backs."

Frasey's rheumatism broke out again in the rainy season. The old navy, who had just taken painkillers, dragged the faintly painful lame leg and held up a black umbrella to the newspaper in front of the garden to pick up the newspaper.

"Kill Mirror" published an anonymous article - "The Thorn in the Back", a newspaper invested and founded by the Kiel Chamber of Commerce, finally tear off the pro-navy disguise. While slandering the union in every way, he also criticized Wang Heidi.

"This is slander, Dick, this damn bastard." Frasey swayed in front of his son, cursing loudly that Kill's big businessman, who almost became King Heidi's father-in-law, danced the newspaper in his hand to the fullest

"The situation of my son is very unfavorable to you, so you are not worried at all?"

Wang Heidi did not answer, but just raised her head and raised her purple clay pot, aiming the exquisite spout at his mouth, which was full of bubbles, and there was no time to taste the taste of the Fujian Dahongpao tea that his colleagues from China gave during their visit to the German navy. The memory had unknowingly returned to a week ago.

That morning, the whole of Germany was trembling because of their emperor and the naval god of war.

Yes, this is a political storm that is more aggressive than the previous two times, because the respected General Heidi Sileme resigned and his relationship with the emperor was completely destroyed.

The Germans didn't know the intensity and ending time of the storm, but they could comfort themselves. Silame and Emperor William both put the overall situation first. Unfortunately, it turned out that it was just the German wishful thinking: the conspiracy against the naval god of war was closely linked, which made the Germans dazzled, and the naval god of war had already sent a letter of resignation to the mailbox when he passed by the city of Kiel at night.

“Not that is a vacation paradise—the Eastern Mediterranean”

Facing Redell and Wegener who caught up with the door, Wang Heidi could no longer pretend to be indifferent and tired, but she did not want to attract the dissatisfaction of Redell and Wegener.

"Silem, the dawn of victory is far from coming, your friends are still fighting, your country is still working hard, how can you leave the navy, your career, and be a damn coward at this time?"

Redel's roar could almost overturn the roof, and the haggard Wang Heidi could only apologize to her old friend

"Silem, a year ago, Marshal Tyrpitz took the risk to get you back from Turkey. The first thing you did after you returned to Kiel was to submit your resignation letter to Berlin." Weigener squeezed over and looked at Wang Heidi with more caution: "Silem, tell me that your resignation is just to retreat to advance, and you are not planning to withdraw from the navy completely."

"Redel Wegener, do you think I really want to quit." Wang Heidi's suppressed emotions erupted for a long time: "Twenty-one, twenty-one, I dedicated my best youth to the navy. I like steel and artillery, and I am used to the salty and smoke of warships. I even felt that I was not sleeping soundly as soon as I got ashore. The European War broke out. I led this fleet that had no combat experience and lacked fighting will to this day. I could achieve immortal glory and stand on the top of the ocean. Am I willing to leave the hard work I have made at this time? But, Radel, you know, I have no chance anymore."

"How come there is no chance?" Redel shouted anxiously

Wang Heidi turned her face away, and her hand inserted into her pocket tightly held the painkiller to suppress the headache, and said in a trembling voice:

"That application is true. I can't find it or find Blunt and Albert to prove my innocence. This is a dead end. I... have no chance to stay in the Navy."

Wang Heidi's explanation calmed down Redel

The long journey from Berlin to Keel is enough for Redell to understand that Junker landlords are paying attention. Faced with the accusations of the Berlin Chronicle, Silem could not find Blunt, who had been missing, nor could Albert, who endorsed Junker landlords in the newspaper but could not see anyone, but even if it proves that the application was not the original intention of an old friend, Junker landlords could use this to attack old friends: Since the trade union and the important leaders of the Social Democratic Party can endorse you, how can you prove that you have no contact with the trade union?

In short, this is a hard-to-break death game, and even the argument may expand from Silame himself to the groundless accusation and slander of the naval civilianization.

"Silem, don't rush to give up. The Marshal and General Hippel are still working hard. Marshal Tirpitz will not let some people do whatever they want. Besides, not all Junker landlords and army officers are on their side. We still have... a chance."

"We still have a chance?"

The refreshing tea fragrance seems to not relieve Wang Heidi's accumulated depression. Thinking of the public's accusations against him in the past few days, Wang Heidi was furious, and even Radell, who persuaded him to stay and watch, became resentful.

Wang Heidi seemed to have forgotten that when he refused Radell and Wegener's persuasion, even if his old friend moved out of the old principal of Kilhai School, Laiche and the old instructor Stenzell, were useless, he actually kept a little pitiful and humble fantasy about the situation in his heart, fantasizing that he could still fight side by side with their old friends, fantasizing that he could save this land that has been in love over time, fantasizing that he could cleanse this nation between philosophers and madmen.

Now, the fantasy is broken. When the authenticity of the application is confirmed, many neutral newspapers have begun to turn to Junker landlords. Many traders who dislike the union organization even say this loud saying, "I don't support Heidi Silaime's resignation. Considering the general's contribution, he should get a decent resignation."

At this point, Wang Heidi didn't think the situation would completely collapse. The newspapers that tended toward the Navy were either hoarsely listing his contributions to the Navy, or terrified to describe the cheers of the Allies. However, when the Berlin Chronicle published an article signed by Albert, "Everything for War", criticized those who demanded that Silem resign decently resign were too short-sighted, and advocated from the perspective of pure patriotism that as long as the empire could win, all beliefs and morality were not a problem.

Albert's remarks ignited the public opinion community, causing Albert's rebellious German nation to be upset and support Albert. Many of the embarrassing social Democratic right-wingers and Jews praised this, but opponents could be lined up from Berlin to London. Wang Heidi became the most direct scapegoat for Albert to deliberately provoke the division and opposition of the imperial class. The Ocean Fleet has gone far away from Wang Heidi.

Wang Heidi turned his head and asked back, Frasey had nothing to say, the father and son looked at each other, and no one knew how to continue the topic. At this time, Avril cried and rushed into the garden from the rain curtain.

"Silem, Brandeis said you were fired by the Navy because you made a big mistake. I slapped him in the face and sweared not to play with him again..." Avril wiped away the tears from his face and threw himself into his father's arms. He tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "Silem, almost all the newspapers are talking bad about you. Are you... a big bad guy?"

"Avril, I'm not..." Wang Heidi's lips squirmed, and a feeling of being deceived and betrayed by Germany came to her heart.

"This Germany is not my country after all. Since you want to drive me away, I won't be with you." Wang Heidi repeatedly tossed with these words in her heart, but looking at her daughter, she couldn't say anything about her defense.

Wang Heidi, who has learned a little philosophy, knows that since it exists in this world, any decision is destined to be simple, and he cannot answer his daughter's questions.

"But you haven't been to Wilhelmshaven for a long time."

The granddaughter's innocent and romantic question asked the old Frasey, who had been standing for a lifetime, instantly hunched over. The optimistic Frasey never hated his background so much today, his poverty

If Silame was not from a poor man from Kiel but a child of the Junker noble family, he might have become the pride of the empire. Why, why is our family not a noble family?

"Sorry, son, maybe I shouldn't have let you join the navy. I should follow Hathaway's advice to let you go to the University of Berlin, rather than being so helpless now." Frasey covered his lame legs and fell on the wet steps, lowering his head and blinking his eyes and cried: "Silem, go to the place you want to go, Germany can no longer tolerate you. There is no need to give up his future because of me, a selfish old man."

Wang Heidi hurriedly pulled Avril off his body, jumped up, and reached out to help his old father.

"Dad..." The words that had not been shouted for many years finally came out. Wang Heidi clenched her fists and said lightly: "The reason I want to go to the Eastern Mediterranean is not because I am tired of the navy trying to escape. The Italians invited me to visit Taranto was just an excuse for the Mediterranean. It was the best rear for me to make a comeback. I have many, many allies, helpers and subordinates, and the war is not over yet."

Wang Heidi raised his head and looked at the direction of the Charlottemberg Palace in Berlin. Although he didn't know whether he could return to Germany before the North Sea lost its advantage in 1917, he was sure that he would come back, and would turn the whole of Europe upside down.
Chapter completed!