"Paris, the capital of France, has been completely occupied by my German team!"

In the early morning of September 30, when the light of the morning light had not yet completely enveloped the European land, the announcer's loud voice sounded from the German radio station; its excitement seemed to be no less than the news of the historic victory of the High Seas Fleet before. Countless German people jumped up from their beds, rushed straight to the street in thin pajamas, braved the cold wind of the autumn moon and rushed to the early morning, like hungry wolves, and rushing to buy and divide the special additional issues in the hands of newspaper boys. In just a few minutes, the dark green bag wrapped in the newspaper was empty; facing countless pairs of red eyes around, the newspaper boy who was surrounded and blocked gave a crying explanation: "I brought double the portion today, but now it's really gone, it's really gone..."

The red sun rises in the east, the rays of the sun shine, and the haze of the dark night has been completely cleared. Pedestrians who have never met each other gathered in front of a newspaper and thirstyly absorbed the information above. Thanks to the national policy of educating the country for hundreds of years, the current illiteracy rate of Germans is less than one thousandth. The tram driving on the bell and the walls of street buildings have been covered with colorful posters about conquering Paris: there are many high-quality works that are polished and restored based on the on-site photos, allowing people to not only appreciate the situation on the battlefield, but also express their excitement and pride in their hearts in one fell swoop.

At the windows of each building, the imperial red, white and black iron cross flags were dancing in the wind, covering the entire city into a sea of ​​celebration. The beer halls on the streets were once again crowded, and the crisp sounds of toasting and drinking intoxicating smells of wheat were filled with the excitement and generous reports from the radio. Because a large amount of material reserves were carried out before the war broke out, and Romania's food support was obtained; even though the war had lasted for a full five months, there was still no problem of food shortage in Germany, and all kinds of alcohol were always open for supply.

That night, the happy German Emperor held a grand celebration banquet in the Charlottemberg Palace. Except for the Chief of Staff Moltke Jr. and the Crown Prince Etel, the other German politicians attended the event. For the German Empire, which was established in the Hall of Mirror in Versailles in 1871, nothing is more decisive than occupying Paris. Although France's stubborn and fierce battle in this war exceeded everyone's expectations, no one of them now doubts that Germany would not be able to capture this old enemy: the French are already fighting a trapped beast, and it is only a matter of time to announce their final surrender!

Fireworks burst. The colorful light shone colorfully and bizarrely. Next to the dance floor of the main banquet hall, a pair of politicians danced a pair of dancers in the smooth walts played by the band after the meal. Faced with such occasions, William, whose left hand was naturally shrinking, never participated; after making excuses of drinking, William left the bustling main banquet hall and walked towards the dome of the palace. The stars flashed, the fireworks were flowing, and the night wind of late autumn soaked straight from his skin, making William standing on the roof clear. When he saw the night view of Berlin that was more than brighter than usual in the distance, William suddenly felt aroused in his heart. He recalled some things that had happened before.

16 years ago, it was also a grand celebration party. It was also a prosperous and beautiful night view of the city. However, unlike that time, this scene no longer appeared in London, the world's number one city, and it was no longer the 60th anniversary of his grandmother, the grandmother of the king of kings, but rather his empire's glory towards the top of historic victory.

That year, Germany was surrounded by tigers and wolves and moved forward in the vast thorns. France continued to glar at Berlin as always. Russia was moving further and further away from Germany under the influence of the Russian-Austrian conflict and the French-Russian alliance. Even the British relatives who had always been trusted had resisted and hostile to Germany because of Germany's growing industrial economy. At that time, Germany's strength was still quite poor, and its severe situation was almost comparable to Prussia in the Seven Years War; except for Austro-Hungary, Germany was almost faintly enemies of the entire Europe. But today, what was presented to him was already

It is a dreamy scene. Germanic will start from Norway in the north, Suez in the south, Poland in the east, and Paris in the west, and its civil and military skills have long surpassed the legendary monarch Frederick the Great in German history. If we include that perfect victory over the Royal Navy, William was even more powerful and became the first emperor in Europe for thousands of years! Even Great Britain, which once made him extremely envious and yearned for, can only become a sunset like Spain now under the force of Germany; its prosperity, its fleet, and its wealth will be led and adopted by William's empire!

Speaking of which, on the dome of Buckingham Palace, it was the guy Etel who said the words of Britain that he was confused and frustrated to himself. Germany would definitely replace the rise? Although he was touched at that time, he still regarded it as a young and tender statement in his heart as a newborn calf, and smiled it away. However, when his temples were gray, the words of the young man who ate less forbidden fruit came true. Today, the German Empire could almost make great contributions to the war; especially in this attack on Paris, he was both Longen who shined his sword and Moltke who made good use of the sword!

The only thing that is slightly flawed is that the decisive poison gas attack came too late. From mid-July to now, the German army has also paid nearly 100,000 casualties in the battle between inside and outside Paris. If the last wave of mustard gas had killed tens of thousands of French troops, their own losses would have been greater than their opponents. Although they have lived in the deep palace for many years, the Prussian royal family's thrift and firmness have been passed down for hundreds of years, which has allowed William to deeply understand how many families have suffered behind these cold numbers. Sometimes William couldn't help but think that France's total population is only 60% of that of Germany, but it has suffered almost twice the casualties of the German army. When allies are fighting harder than the other, why did the French not recognize the reality and negotiate with Germany?

As his thoughts surging, William suddenly heard the rustling footsteps from the stairs behind him. He calmed down and turned to look, but he saw that it was Falkenhein, the Minister of War of Prussian, slowly climbing up, holding a telegram document in his hand. Seeing William's figure, Falkenhein stepped forward a few steps and handed the document in his hand to the person in front of him, saying, "Your Majesty, the latest battle report sent back by the Meziel Command."

William took it with one hand and said nervously: "It's not that the French have launched a counterattack against Paris again, right?"

Falkenhein shook his head and said, "Although we can be sure that the French will never accept the reality that Paris was captured by our army, based on the intelligence collected so far, they still have the main task of accumulating strength to restore their strength. They will not be able to put the hard-working field army into the counterattack in the direction of Paris in such a hurry. This time, our right-wing cluster launched an offensive. This morning, after three hours of artillery preparation, the 1st, 2, 4, and 10th right-wing armies of our army launched an attack in northern France at the same time. The armies are currently progressing smoothly, and they have all advanced a distance of 6 to 10 kilometers."

Hearing that it was not the direction of Paris, William decisively swallowed his heart back into his stomach. He spread the telegram in his hand, and his words were filled with a little surprise: "Didn't it mean that the British's defense line in northern France were built quite solid? Why did our soldiers have such considerable results in one day?"

"In order to prepare for this attack, our army not only concentrated a considerable number of armored combat vehicles and heavy artillery, but also transported 10,000 domestically produced poison gas shells to the front line. In the initial fire preparation, these shells played the role of surprise troops."

Falkenhein answered respectfully, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he was quietly flashing: "According to the instructions of a British colonel we captured, there was no breeze blowing on the battlefield this morning. Based on the French experience of dealing with poison gas in Paris, the British believed that we could not launch a poison gas attack without the help of the wind, so they had hardly taken any precautions against poison gas. When our poison gas shells were fired on their positions, the British thought that these unexploded shells were all inferior to good bad odor bombs; and when the liquid mustard gas loaded therein evaporates and spreads, it was too late for them to take any measures."

William shouted, and a smile quietly emerged from the corner of his mouth. Due to various reasons such as manufacturing technology and battlefield conditions, there are always some duds that will appear on the battlefield; when there are shells that have fallen on the ground but do not explode, defense is convenient and naturally think that they are the lucky ones favored by God. However, this time, the British became a complete tragedy. From the surprise and ecstasy of a large number of German shells not exploded, to the fear and despair after the poison gas spreads, the experience of suddenly falling from the clouds to the abyss of hell, is undoubtedly far stronger than just taking a blow!

"Tell Helmut (Little Molt), let him command well, and make sure to eliminate the British army's livelihood as the core priority." After a brief excitement, William quickly calmed down and asked Falkenhein. After the previous border battle, William also realized that annihilation of the enemy's personnel was the most core key. If he just repelled it instead of destroying it, the French counterattack on the Marne River was the best example!

Falkenhein respectfully claimed that it was. William paused and said, "In addition, let Helmut bring Etel back. Compared to commanding an army, there are more important things to hand over to him to do." (To be continued...)

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