In November 1916, the two major military groups that were armed in Europe were exhausted, and artillery fire and gun smoke stagnated. Except for the occasional cold guns and cold cannons, Europe could no longer hear the sounds next to it.

In the cold winter, the two giants with deep grudges worked hard to accumulate strength and lick their wounds to wait for the spring of the next year. At this time, a small episode happened.

On the 11th, on the front line of central France, a French soldier who was mentally out of control suddenly jumped out of the trenches covered with sewage and fired his guns at the front of the positions covered with craters to the hazy sky.

The crazy soldier was quickly shot dead by his own people, but the gunshots still broke the fragile peace and tranquility of the Western Front, which seemed to be a kind of emotional catharsis. On the hundreds of kilometers of fronts, the Germans, French, British, Belgians, South Africans, Indians, Australians, and Canadians who had not received any combat instructions and had no preparations for the Germans, French, British, Belgians, South Africans, Indians, Australians, and Canadians fought again, consuming the last bit of strength in the increasingly bitter cold wind.

This is the "Double Eleven Incident" that was tried hard by European politicians for a long time. After the fierce battle, Russia continued to be ice and snow, Germany continued to be snowy, France continued to be rainy, while northern Italy continued to be flooded, fighting time occurred, life was still difficult, undercurrents were surging, and there were no reports on the "Double Eleven Incident" in the newspaper. It seemed that all this did not happen. It was not until a series of events in 1917 that European politicians covered their mouths and exclaimed: "Oh, it turns out that the disaster laid the groundwork on November 11, 1916!"

In the warm Mediterranean, Taranto in November seemed to be pierced by someone. Heavy rain kept pouring down this city that had been in its formidable years.

The Tarantoes were no longer surprised when the Combined Fleet cruised out of the sea. The Battle of Ustica not only continued Heidi Sileme's undefeated myth, which allowed this young man, who was less than 40, to stand on the top of the ocean, but also laid the great achievements of the three countries in the naval world in one fell swoop. The small Mediterranean bathtub can no longer bear the ambitions of the Tarantoes, and the combined fleet that fell apart in name only is not enough to trigger the reserving and noble Tarantoes.

"Silem, why haven't we come home yet? I miss Little Brandeis..."

In the alley of the old city, a black umbrella was moving hard in the storm. Wang Heidi held her annoyed daughter in one hand and clamped the brown sugar supplied by the Italian government with the other hand, flowing with water over her ankles. She returned to Hermione Street with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After the Battle of Ustica, Wang Heidi's life was very comfortable, so comfortable that Wang Heidi, who was beaten back from the war, could have the illusion that the war had ended and peace would always come to the world. Wang Heidi still remembered the grand and gorgeous celebration performance held by the Mediterranean powers after the Battle of Ustica. In addition, the sudden outbreak of contradictions that were temporarily restrained because of the French. Wang Heidi will not forget the scene of the empire's collective loss of voice from top to bottom for an abandoned general to win such a brilliant victory in the Mediterranean, and the panicked army's unregulated high-profile propaganda for the victory of the Eastern Front.

The half block of the port area near Hermione Street is about to become a German city. There are many German officers and soldiers currently serving in the Joint Fleet. Many officers brought their relatives to Italy and were arranged to this half block. Wang Heidi exchanged a few greetings with the officers and their families entering and leaving the block, and then moved to his double-storey ** apartment.

Anne was cooking in the kitchen, while the old Navy Fereci was lying on the table and playing pirate games boredly. Seeing Wang Heidi come back, the old Navy limped over and took the rain gear and brown sugar from his son's hand.

"I heard from the officer who just moved from Germany that the country is now in chaos. The union forces are expanding, and the army is constantly interfering in government affairs. Military chief Rudendolph even bluntly asked Prime Minister Mr. Bateman to step down last month, but the emperor can't make much noise."

Even when he arrived in Taranto, the old navy Fraci still did not change his enthusiasm for state affairs.

"I also heard many strange remarks at the Sailors' Club in Taranto. Some people say that we had never won the Polish front after the Battle of Paris, and lost many strategic areas under the continuous offensive of the Russian army. The army blocked the news from the government and the emperor, making the emperor wishful thinking that our Germany is still on the road to victory!"

Avril leaning against Frasey has never been a quiet child. She was so greedy that she quickly pulled the brown sugar packaging while the old navy was not paying attention, reached out and grabbed it and sent it to her mouth that had a lot of tooth decay. Wang Heidi knocked on her daughter's head, confiscated the packet of brown sugar, and then angrily called the old father to go outside to talk.

On the stone steps outside the apartment, Wang Heidi and his old father sat side by side, looking at the hazy Taranto and took out a cigarette. Wang Heidi was afraid that his wife was already a secret that the whole world knew, and smoking and drinking were always the object of Anne's deep hatred.

The rain was still falling, and it hit the gravel alley, and soon formed a stream. The father and son who dedicated most of their lives to the sea sat in front of the tide-like stone steps, looking at each other speechlessly, only the cigarettes in their hands kept rising and the light blue smoke columns, and then disappeared into the gloomy sky.

"It is said that the Americans proposed a "Peace Plan" and they also sent special envoys to Berlin to mediate." The old smoker king Heidi took a deep breath of cigarettes and said without thinking: "This should be the last warning of Americans. Unfortunately, there are not many smart people in Berlin now."

In the Battle of Paris in 1916, the German army occupied Paris, France, and the navy almost paralyzed the North Atlantic route and the Indian Ocean route. The Mediterranean powers destroyed the Balkans, and the Navy Battle of Ustica destroyed the main French fleet. This year, the offensive momentum of the allies reached its peak, so the first visit to Germany by the US "peace envoy".

Unfortunately, the Americans did not participate in the war, so they did not understand the subtlety of the situation. Behind the great power of the allies was the end of the struggle. Perhaps the moment when the European war broke out in 1914, politicians kidnapped the war, and in 1916, the situation turned into war and kidnapped politicians. Political struggles in Germany, Italy, Austro-Hungarian Empire and the Ottoman financial pressure would interfere with the decisions of politicians. They were unwilling and dared not let the war stop.

The same is true for the Allies. Britain exhausted its treasury, France was sluggish, and Russia sat on the powder barrel, either survival or destruction. Therefore, the Allies might not lose to the Allies' determination to continue fighting, and the Allies had long raised the attention of the country that hid on the other side of the ocean and made a lot of money. They were determined to drag this industrial power into the water.

"So it's time for you to go back." Frasey threw the cigarette butt into the rain and persuaded.

"I am just a soldier, and what the empire needs now is a politician. If I don't want to be treated as a pawn, I'd better stay in Taranto, even the Mediterranean powers think I'm annoying..." Wang Heidi looked up at the north.

(Gorgeous dividing line)

"Do you know, my father is not a nobleman. I am not a standard Junker strictly speaking. When I lived in Posen, I regarded myself as the son of an ordinary landlord until I understood the benefits of aristocratic status. From then on, I warned myself that I must always remember that I am a nobleman, even if only my mother has Junker blood, and I tried my best to integrate into that circle, but they told me that I was just a landlord's son!"

At the end of November, Europe was snowing heavily, and Berlin was flying. White elves fell from the sky and spread on both sides of the street under the already snow-covered Bodhi trees.

The black military vehicle emerged from the muddy lane and slowly moved up the sidewalk with white snow. After the car engine was turned off, General Rudendolf led General William Grenell, who had been worried about the "Hindenburg Project" recently, got out of the military vehicle, and stepped on the snow and walked to Tilgarto Park for a walk.

The Tyrgatto Park is vast and there are constant breaking pine branches, causing a ball of snow to roll and shake in the white ground. Rudendolf stood on a high ground, looking at the European-style buildings in Berlin that are not towering, rich and Baroque style, and recalling them faintly.

"At the age of 12, I entered the Army Young School and graduated from the Army Non-commissioned Officer School at the age of 17. I was awarded the rank of lieutenant. I conquered my peers with the impetus of young people, so they began to regard me as a person in the Juncker circle. However, only I know that I am the son of a landlord, a real landlord son, so even if I am in this position, the story is not over yet!"

"General, why do you tell me this story? I am a real noble..."

General William Grenell, who was usually famous for his ability, seemed a little panicked at all times. He didn't know the story of General Rudendolf before, and he didn't know what would be the follow-up. An inexplicable feeling arose, and made Yili secretly propose for Rudendolf. William Grenell, who shouted for "Hindenburg Plan" completed by Carl Hellferich, couldn't tell whether it was fear or a kind of secret joy from the heart.

"General Grenell, there are many people in this country who have prestige than me, such as Falkenhein, Hindenburg, and many commanders with more potential than me, such as Max Hoffman, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, but they cannot surpass me after all..."

Looking at his confidant, Ludendolf was still unwilling to express his thoughts, but instead told a truth that was quite close to the facts:

"Because they are all old soldiers!"

William Grenell could vaguely understand what his boss meant, and at this time, Rudendolf spoke again.

"There was a guy who was as famous as me. His background was poorer than me, his resume was legendary than me, and his command ability was amazing. His ability to withstand the two Berlin political storms also proved that guy was not low in political wisdom. But then what, he was destined not to be my opponent. He could not stop me because he was also an old soldier in his bones."

Rudendolf snorted lightly, as if he was mocking the man's conservatism and also joking about a funny fact:

"Rich, how could the European war, which was trapped in protracted war, need old soldiers!"

Rudendolf had not finished speaking. If it weren't for the old soldiers he looked down upon, Rudendolf would still be the guy with great ambitions and always prepared, but he wouldn't have the day to stand out.

William Grenell had already fully understood Ludendolf's thoughts. Some were shocked and some were timid, but they might not be at the point of panic. William Grenell laughed apologetically and followed Ludendolf's gaze to the snow-filled Charlottemberg Palace.

Undermining the Emperor?!(To be continued...)
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