Iron and Blood: A Triumph of the Will

Just as Joachim had anticipated, the first thing Crown Prince William did upon arriving in Silesia was...

He was supposed to meet with the governor here, Ludwig, but Ludwig refused to see him, saying he was busy with official business.

So Crown Prince William, with only a few attendants, dared to go directly into the military camp to seize Model's military power.

Of course, the first step in seizing military power was to seize money.

However, he now stood outside Model's office, his face serious, inwardly cursing with rage.

He had read Walter Model's file. He was just an ordinary staff officer on the Western Front. Back when the Empire existed, Walter wouldn't even have been worthy of carrying his shoes. Yet now he dared to leave him hanging here.

What is that?!

He's just Joachim's dog. He's just let this dog end up on the dinner table, and he still dares to act like this?

Doesn't he know that he is the Crown Prince of the German Empire?

After Wilhelm II dies, he will inherit the throne of the German Empire!

But now they dare to show this kind of attitude in front of me?

Despite his inner complaints, Crown Prince William still had to get things done.

So he patiently and calmly looked at the secretary who came out and asked, "Is Officer Model available to see us now?"

The secretary sized up Crown Prince William; he was well-dressed, had an imposing air, and was carrying a riding crop.

This attire and appearance are completely opposite to how Joachim looked in the military camp.

He truly lives up to his reputation as a "young master who comes to the front lines after playing tennis".

"No, the commander doesn't have time to see you right now. He's cleaning up the mess you left behind," the secretary replied indifferently.

"Clean up our mess..."

"Yes, we're cleaning up your mess. Didn't you guys make such a mess of the empire?"

Model's secretary was not a royalist; on the contrary, he hated royalists more than anyone else. So why did he join Joachim's cause?

The answer, of course, is that he hated left-wing labor unionists more than royalists.

Besides, his hometown is in Silesia, and he doesn't want that land to become Polish territory.

"How dare you speak to me like that? I am the Crown Prince!"

Crown Prince William, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, finally lost his temper and roared, disregarding his status: "I am one of the most honorable people in the entire empire."

"Yes, you are one of the most distinguished people in the empire."

Model's secretary sneered, "You are no longer the Crown Prince; to the Republic, you are a wanted criminal."

"If it weren't for the fact that you and His Highness Joachim are brothers, you would have been arrested long ago."

"You think you can still stand here and talk?"

The secretary had a loud voice; his words could be heard through several walls.

So much so that when he said that, the two guards at the end of the corridor couldn't help but peek over.

Seeing this, he didn't lower his voice, continuing to shout at the top of his lungs: "Look at this war! How many people have you killed? What right do you and your father have to remain on the throne?"

"Crown Prince...you dare to challenge me!"

After saying that, the secretary stopped arguing with Crown Prince William and turned to leave.

People who love to argue are only afraid of two kinds of people: one is the kind who remains calm and collected no matter how furious you are, as if watching a clown.

Another approach is to shoot you once, then leave without further ado.

"Knock knock knock!"

Crown Prince William was so angry that he trembled and vented his anger by punching the wall.

With a series of resounding punches, he roared, "Is all the misfortune in this world my fault?"

"My father and I gave everything for this country, and this is the respect my people have for me!"

"The German Empire lost, but the war wasn't my fault; it was those Bolsheviks who instigated the rebellion!"

"It was the navy we supported that started the mutiny, it was those damned Jews who stabbed us in the back."

"We were so close to Paris, and they stabbed us in the back..."

"It's happening again..."

The two guards who cast the glances looked at him as if he were an idiot, their lips twitching a few times.

This isn't the first time Crown Prince William has lost his temper; ever since he arrived in Silesia, he's been met with setbacks at every turn...

First, the appointed officers were driven out, and later, when they went to Model to reclaim their property, they were simply left out in the cold.

"Hehehe..."

"What are you laughing at?"

Crown Prince William glared angrily at the two guards, as if he had found an outlet for his rage.

Since he lacked prestige in Joachim's army anyway, he might as well use these two men to establish his authority.

Crown Prince William walked straight up to one of the men, pointed his riding crop at his eyes, and asked, "Soldier, tell me, what's your name?"

Heinrich Himmler.

The soldier, pale with fright, replied tremblingly.

The glasses perched on the bridge of his nose kept slipping off as his face trembled.

"Himmre, is that right?"

"right......."

Before the word "yes" could even be uttered, Crown Prince William immediately raised his whip and struck!

Three or five lashes landed heavily on Himmler's face and body, causing the future chicken farm owner to flee in terror.

Another soldier was stunned by what he saw and immediately grabbed his gun and ran.

Crown Prince William's attendants ignored him and simply stepped forward to restrain Himmler, allowing Crown Prince William to whip him as he pleased.

Crown Prince William was already drenched in sweat, but his gaze kept drifting towards the door to Model's office.

Behind the door, Model was answering Joachim's phone call.

"Model, what's that scream coming from your end?"

Joachim, who was still in Poz at the time, was giving instructions regarding Lower Silesia.

After hearing the screams on the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but frown and ask.

"Your Highness, your elder brother is outside disciplining our soldiers."

"Did he do something wrong?"

"It's like killing the chicken to scare the monkey."

"..." Joachim was silent on the other end of the phone. After a moment, he coldly uttered two words: "Idiot!"

"Having no money and unwilling to lower himself, he had no choice but to establish his authority in this way."

"That's really funny..."

"I also think it's outrageous, but that's exactly what he did."

"Go to the soldiers tonight and stir up trouble to drive him away."

"I will, Your Highness."

Model rubbed his aching eyes, speechless. He still couldn't figure out why Crown Prince William wanted to come to Lower Silesia.

He brought neither money nor troops with him.

What's the point of just bringing a few followers?

Will this only make Joachim look ridiculous?

"We can't let him keep attacking our soldiers like this; we need to find a way to save them."

"Your Highness, if we want to incite public anger, bright red blood and glaring wounds will be the most effective way to ignite the soldiers."

"Well, then we'll have to trouble that soldier. What's his name?" Joachim asked on the other end of the phone.

"His name seems to be Heydrich Himmler..."

The moment the name was mentioned, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Your Highness? Did you hang up?"

"Then let my older brother fight a little longer..."

Model: "????"