Iron and Blood: A Triumph of the Will

Sure enough, just as Joachim raised his hand to check the time...

The phone rang again.

"Joachim, what exactly do you want?" Albert's voice was cold, clearly indicating that he had composed himself.

"It's simple, all I need is your signature."

"Then you have to do something for me."

"What's wrong?"

Joachim asked the question knowingly, and at the same time winked at Tepkamer opposite him.

The latter looked at Joachim and laughed, and Joachim made a face at him.

"Could you drive your elder brother out of Silesia, or rather, out of Germany?"

Albert spoke cautiously, clearly unsure of Crown Prince William's standing in Joachim's eyes.

"Of course, but..."

"But what?!"

"You need to pay more!"

.......

Himmler has been extremely unlucky lately, not to mention the sudden collapse of his once-proud empire just a few dozen days ago.

Just over ten days ago, he was thinking of joining the Highland Freedom Group.

Who would have thought that the Freedom Legion was fully recruited...

So, persuaded by his fellow countrymen, Heinrich Himmler came to Lower Silesia and joined the Barbarossa.

I had originally thought that by becoming the commander's guard, I could rise through the ranks.

Who would have thought that while he was simply standing guard, he would suddenly be beaten by the Crown Prince?

Not content with just beating him up, he tied himself up and left him to stand in the rain all day!

Who did I offend?

"Ouch!"

Himmler let out a mournful cry.

A soldier behind him nodded and said, "Don't move, okay?"

"I'm applying medicine for you."

"What did I do to deserve this? They beat me up without even saying a word..."

"Who told you to be so blind, laughing in front of the Crown Prince..."

Martin Bowman rolled his eyes at him and couldn't help but retort, "How dare you laugh at someone like that?"

"They could kill us with a flick of their finger..."

Martin Bauman originally intended to join the Rosbach Free Corps, but he saw Barbarossa's recruitment ad on the way and changed his plans.

He went to Barbarossa. As for how he met Himmler?

Of course, it's just a coincidence...

Himmler felt aggrieved at the thought of being beaten, and tears streamed down his face: "I'm starting to miss the time when His Highness was around. At least he wouldn't let the officers bully us so easily. Now, his older brother basically doesn't treat us like human beings..."

"I'm afraid Your Highness has no choice. The Crown Prince is, after all, his elder brother."

"So, are we just supposed to let them bully us like this?"

"Perhaps when His Highness returns, he can get rid of his elder brother..." Martin Bowman patted Himmler on the shoulder, comforting him.

"We can only wait for His Highness to return and make decisions for us..."

Himmler was cut off by a thunderous message from outside: "Crown Prince Wilhelm has announced that he will take command of the Barbarossa Free Corps and lead us to Berlin to rebuild the Reich..."

"Rebuild the empire?"

Himmler and Martin Bauman were both stunned when they heard this.

Crown Prince William has taken command of the Free Corps of Barbarossa, so what chance do the other two have?

"What do we do! What do we do?"

Himmler jumped three feet high; if it weren't for the wound on his back, he would have run away right then and there.

That bastard Prince William has taken over command of the army, this is outrageous!

Is there any way out for Himmler?

Martin Bauman stood there speechless for a long time. When he finally came to his senses...

He immediately rushed to the window, opened it, and roared, "What utter nonsense are you spouting!"

It was nighttime, and most of the soldiers were inside the barracks.

Hearing Martin Bowman's roar, the soldiers immediately snapped out of their daze: "Yeah, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"By what right does Crown Prince William lead our army? Our army was founded by His Highness Joachim!"

"What we are doing is to defend our country's territory, not to help that so-called empire restore itself."

"Exactly, why are they using us as pawns?"

"But the proclamation has already been issued." The person downstairs responded, and pulled out a written order from his waist: "Look, this is a proclamation I got from the commander. It clearly states that Crown Prince William is about to take over the entire army."

Well, now that those words have been spoken,

An eerie silence fell over the scene, a deathly stillness.

"So what do we do?"

"I'm not willing to die for Crown Prince William..."

"To die in Silesia, at least, is to give one's life for one's country... What does it mean to return to Berlin?"

"Rebellion or uprising?"

Soft whispers echoed endlessly in the darkness.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore: "No, we absolutely cannot do this."

"Let's go find Commander Model and demand justice, and have him summon His Highness to take charge of the situation."

"But I heard that His Highness is no longer in Silesia."

"Where did he go?" someone asked.

"It seems like they're going to Poz to deal with those damn Poles."

"Well, our prince is fighting on the front lines, and someone's stabbing him in the back!"

These words were like igniting a powder keg.

The atmosphere in the entire barracks erupted: "Well, no wonder we lost the battle!"

"It's all because of scoundrels like Crown Prince William, stabbing us in the back!"

"We demand His Highness Joachim's return!" Himmler stumbled to the window, fist raised, and roared, "We need to find Commander Model and get an explanation!"

"What's the use of finding Commander Model?" someone secretly fanned the flames loudly. "Going to Berlin is rebellion! Staying in Silesia is dying for your country!"

"So finding Commander Model is useless; we should eliminate the culprit!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Killing the culprit sounds simple, but in the end it's still a case of the subordinates overthrowing their superiors!

Germany is not Japan, and there is a great deal of psychological pressure in the military for subordinates to overthrow their superiors.

Except during the period of rebellion when they lost control of the army, German officers held extremely high authority over their soldiers.

Therefore, as long as soldiers choose to mutini, they will face extremely high psychological pressure.

Moreover, Crown Prince William was the former Crown Prince of the Empire, while their own Supreme Commander, Prince Joachim, was the other's brother...

Just as everyone was confused, someone in the darkness stirred up trouble again: "Even if we don't kill the culprits, we must drive Crown Prince William out of the army!"

"Going to Berlin is rebellion! Restoring the empire is even more of a rebellion!"

"Besides, all the officers are out of the barracks tonight. This is a golden opportunity! If we don't act now, our cause will be completely ruined!"

"Yes, all for Germany!" Himmler roared, raising his fist in excitement!