(It's not a good transition. I ignored the creation of Ludendorf, a hidden boss, before. Alas, the mistake was a big mistake...)

In Berlin in November, Tyrgato Park was covered in silver. After Ludendolf, the director of the Emperor, who had always shown his grudges, used the excuse of military needs to gain absolute control over the imperial resources, he revealed his ambitions to his confidants for the first time.

Perhaps a long time ago, that ambition was just a thought that was so simple that it could not be simple, full of young people's spirit, perhaps it was from the moment when Hindenburg, the commander of the Eastern Front Command, was able to steal exclusively his merits in absolutely, or perhaps it was from the moment when he was preparing for the war, he went to see the guy named Heidi Silem with confidence but was so tingled with the dazzling glory of "The Invincible Ares of the Navy". In short, after the tempering of time and human feelings, that idea not only did not become open-minded, but instead evolved into uncontrollable.

"General, you won't overturn the foundation of this country, right?" William Grenell tried hard to suppress his inner excitement, and asked tremblingly at General Rudendolf, who was standing at the top of the great era.

Because of this war, Falkenhein served as the Secretary of the Army and Chief of Staff, and released an uncontrolled monster. As Ludendolf said, both former Chief of Staff Falkenhein and the current Chief of Staff Hindenburg were old-fashioned soldiers. They adhered to the promise of soldiers not participating in politics. They were standard Junker nobles, but Rudendolf was different. He was outstanding in his ability and passionate about power and energy. William Grenell was not sure how far Rudendolf would go on the road of military strongman similar to Cromwell, England.

William Grenell was dissatisfied with the Hohenzollern family system, but at the same time he was afraid that such changes would endanger the interests of the Junker nobles. After all, William Grenell was not loyal to Rudendolf, but the Junker system.

"Of course!" Rudendolf stepped on the squeaking snow and turned his head and said seriously: "If I try to change, I will only end up cheaper those despicable villains hidden in the factory. Germany will always be Junker's Germany."

At the Imperial Navy Headquarters, naval elites gathered together. The lively and greeting scenes did not happen. On the contrary, the dilapidated conference room of the Navy Headquarters was filled with a bleak atmosphere.

"The cruiser shipbuilding plan can only be completed halfway. The Bavarian-class battleship No. 2 Baden is expected to be put into service in January next year. Although the remaining two Bavarian-class shipbuilding plans have been retained, the service date has been postponed to early 1918. The first ship of the Markensen-class battleship Mackens will be put into service next month. The service dates of the ship No. 2 and 3 will be March and May 1917 respectively.[][As for the next battleship, although the design work has been completed, the government's shipbuilding funds allocated by the government are still far away."

Navy Secretary Reinhard Schell knocked on the table and cleaned up the dispersed hearts of the conference room. He said in a deep voice:

"These five main battleships and seven light cruisers may be the only supplements for the Ocean Fleet in the near future. Due to the severe supply of materials for domestic inflation, the Navy had to cancel the shipbuilding plan to save funds to maintain a normal combat readiness level..."

The naval officers came to Berlin with hope and came to the Navy headquarters. But they failed to hear the long-awaited good news from the Navy Minister. The brutal Battle of Paris allowed the army to gain control of materials. When the Western Front was in full swing, the navy could not feel the pressure of material shortage. However, when the Battle of Paris entered a tug-of-war, the army began to occupy a large amount of resources that belonged to the navy, and the navy finally felt the cold winter atmosphere coming from top to bottom.

In the battle for resources, the navy, as a mainland power, is naturally in an unfavorable situation. In addition, Shanghai Ti-Silem's far-reaching journey caused the navy's internal cohesion and external influence to decline sharply. The once majestic Ocean Fleet's sharp blade is still there, but it is still breathing in the martyrs' breathing in their twilight years.

"How about bringing Heidi Sileme back from Taranto!" Lieutenant General Erich Redell, Chief of Staff of the Navy.

In mid-1916, General Boer had to resign due to worsening depression. Deputy Chief of Staff Erich Redell took over General Boer's position as expected.

"Silem just led the United Fleet to defeat the French. The whole world is fascinated by Silem's command art and personal charm. Because the Ocean Fleet has been unable to open up, there are also high calls for Silem to return to the Navy. Since the leader of the Social Democratic Party Friedrich Albert can be acquitted, why don't we take the opportunity to invite Heidi Silem back from Taranto?!"

Radell's suggestion is repeatedly mentioned by the navy at almost every high-level meeting of the navy. In the Navy, Navy Secretary Schell was irritable, and the commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet Hippel was too calm. Navy Chief of Staff Erich Redell had no experience in commanding the fleet, while the one-armed general Wegener had a straightforward and talented Bernhard von Oden was expected to ascend to the position of leader of the Ocean Fleet. Unfortunately, he had already returned to the Southern Atlantic Ocean. So even though Heidi Sileme never received a high position and military rank, the navy still regarded him as the only banner of the Ocean Fleet and the most appropriate naval leader at a certain period of the future. [  ]

The Navy has had enough of the days without Heidi Silaime. I recalled the elegance of walking alone in the era. Compared with today's loneliness, the Navy's longing for Silaime is becoming more and more urgent.

"We must not ignore the opposition of the emperor and the army..."

Major General Bihanik was timid. Compared with the army, the German navy and his officers were generally deep and introverted. The Germans thought that the navy, which repeatedly put the emperor's orders behind them, was a perfect thorn. But in fact, even if Heidi Sileme had the strongest influence on the navy, the navy was still ashamed to argue with his colleagues or be petty for funding, and they rarely took the initiative to participate in politics. After losing the Heidi Sileme flag, the navy seemed to lose its due soul and spirit, and could not resist the pressure of the army and the emperor.

"The Navy cannot come forward directly in this matter, but we can count on Prime Minister Mr. Bateman..."

One-armed general Wegner touched his deliberately accustomed beard and said lightly.

In the residence of the Prime Minister of the Empire, the servants were busy cleaning the snow in front of the door. Several members of the cabinet walked into the prime minister's study together. Bateman's assistant brought steaming coffee to the cabinet ministers and slowly closed the door of the study.

The study room was very quiet. Occasionally, there were pine branches crackling, which was the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace. Bateman sat on the sofa and pulled out a proposal from the desk drawer and handed it to his subordinates for circulating.

"In order to increase the number of troops and expand the production of war materials, the Army introduced the so-called "Hindenburg Plan", the new National Service Law. According to the new policy, all men aged 17 to 60 who were not serving in the empire were regarded as auxiliary logistics personnel and were under the jurisdiction of the army. Mandatory arbitration system was implemented for labor disputes in enterprises and factories, and workers' committees were established in each factory to assist in the implementation of the National Service Law."

While his subordinates were looking through the proposal, Bateman stood up and introduced his back to the busts of William I and William II hanging on the wall.

"Ho! Mr. Prime Minister. Although this plan was named "Hindenburg Plan" and the proposer was Carl Helferrich, everyone knows that the mastermind behind it is the army, and that guy Rudendolf!"

Before he finished reading the "Hindenburg Plan", the Foreign Minister left his anger. In fact, anyone who is careful can find an interesting fact. Almost every naval political storm is a guy named Rudendolph, and the initial intersection between Rudendolph and Heidi Sileme was the formation of the Baltic Blockade Fleet and the cover landing plan of the Riga Bay. During the third naval political storm, Tirpitz said bluntly that Rudendolph was a hidden conspirator. Now, this ambitious man finally showed his fangs, so sharp, so.

"The government and the army did not pursue his mistakes in the Battle of Paris. Not only did Rudendolf not reflect on his impetuousness, he took advantage of the prestige of Hindenburg to make a comeback. He united the army on the prestige of fighting for resources with the navy, and then joined forces to attack the government. He demanded more administrative rights. Oh my God, he was just a soldier. What exactly did he want?!"

After the end of the Battle of Paris, Rudendolf briefly stopped for a while. After Marshal Hindenburg took over Falkenhein's position, he soon remembered the noisy but capable partner when he served in the Eastern Front Command.

Of course, Marshal Hindenburg, who was also the Minister of the Army and Chief of Staff of the Army, would not be able to rely on Rudendolf. The consumption of imperial supplies in the Battle of Paris was huge. Germany in the second half of 1916 was no longer the Germany at the beginning of the war. The economy was in decline and people were struggling. The work of integrating and restoring resources was complicated. Not many people could play in this mess except Rudendolf.

Rudendolph regrouped with the east wind of Marshal Hindenburg, and his status was no less than that of General Falkenhein who had just stepped down. However, unlike Heidi Silem, who only wanted to be a good soldier, Rudendolph had greater ambitions, and in front of him was Bateman Holwig, the longest-serving prime minister in the empire.

"It's not all Rudendolf's fault. It was our General Falkenhein who gave a bad start. In German history, no one has served as the position of Army Secretary and Chief of Staff at the same time. If we pursue it further, this uncontrolled monster was finally released by His Majesty the Emperor. Falkenhein was a standard soldier, so the issue of power concentration was not obvious during the time of Falkenhein's army. After Marshal Hindenburg succeeded, because of the weak character of this marshal, he gave Rudendolf an opportunity to take advantage of it. In fact, it was still a problem with our system!"

Unlike the anger of the imperial minister of foreign affairs, Prime Minister Bateman Holwich, who faced Rudendolf's pressure, acted a little lightly. This gentle prime minister, who was jokingly called a pot maker by his foreign colleagues, looked at the matter and discussed the matter.

"Mr. Prime Minister, we cannot continue to give in, otherwise the government will be overthrown by the army..."

The Foreign Minister took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Bateman's old face and advised.

For more than a month, Rudendolf has repeatedly interfered in administrative affairs under the pretext of material production. The "Hindenburg Plan" is obviously a bigger move, kidnapping the entire imperial male members in the military system in one step, borrowing the forced arbitration uniforms and workers' committees to penetrate into the industry, thereby controlling the industry and combating the social democratic chess.

Obtaining rights similar to Falkenhein was not his bottom line, and his ambitions were perhaps much greater than any German imagined.

"Once ambitions are gone, where will it be the limit?"

Empire Prime Minister Bateman Holwig sat back on the sofa, leaning his dizzy head against the back of the sofa, and gently tapped the drafted resignation book pressed on the desk, making a sigh of an outdated politician.

It was not that Bateman did not want to deal with Rudendolf, but that he no longer had the ability. Because of his repeated resistance to the emperor's military and militant policies, his repeated criticism of the emperor's foreign policy, and his repeated speech for Heidi Silem, who kept sleepless at night, Bateman Holwig was finally tired of the emperor. As the imperial prime minister who was only responsible to the emperor, once the emperor was not favored by the emperor, and the opposition from the army, it would be a matter of time to step down.

"Ludendorff's radical policies have won many war madmen, and the emperor who was in trouble also trusted him. To be honest, I have no way to stop him."

The Foreign Minister wanted to continue to persuade Prime Minister Bateman to work hard, but Bateman waved his hand gently.

"I understand what you mean, I want to say..." Bateman raised his head, his eyes penetrated the half-closed curtains to the warm Mediterranean. "I think if I can't stop him, then end this war. If this war really can't stop, then I will definitely establish a terrible opponent for him, and never stop!"

"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 unconsciously looked up at the north.

With the deciphering of the specific details of the Battle of Ustica, the world's recognition of Wang Heidi's command ability further strengthened. In their opinion, Wang Heidi was an artist who could easily capture the battle of the naval. After the war, the three Allied Mediterraneans, which were not only good at putting medals and ranks of honor to Wang Heidi, were not sure how to worship this great god who would tremble with the Mediterranean.

"What if you go back to the warship under the Iron Cross?" The old navy Frasey asked, adding a cigarette to himself.

The air around him solidified for a moment. After the suffocation, the old Navy's son smiled foolishly while touching the cigarette box.

"Haha, then let me be a chess piece..." (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!