Iron and Blood: A Triumph of the Will

In the military camp in Breslau.

Crown Prince William has not yet left the military camp in Breslau. He had originally planned to leave after smoking Himmler's cigarette in the afternoon.

Traditionally, German officers did not live in barracks.

Apart from those on duty, the other German officers returned home to stay overnight.

For this reason, Crown Prince William believed this was a good opportunity to win over the officers under Joachim.

So he extended an invitation to Model, but unfortunately Model refused, so he turned to Alfred, who commanded the Sixth Army, for an invitation instead.

As for the other officers, they sent their attendants to deliver a generous gift to the senior officers.

During the banquet, he used his status as "crown prince" to denounce Joachim's inaction... which probably brought Alfred to his side.

After all, he and Alfred addressed each other as brothers at the banquet.

They're all buddies... so I should have brought him to my side, right?

Back in his room, Crown Prince William stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Several attendants nearby began to flatter him: "Your Highness, you did a wonderful job today."

"I believe it won't be long before we can revive the empire."

"Then you will be the emperor of all Germany."

"Becoming emperor is still a long way off; let's restore the empire first."

After a few beers, Crown Prince William was already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Hearing that he would one day become the Emperor of Germany, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

He, Crown Prince William, is also a filial son; he can't ruin his public image.

He quickly waved his hand at them, signaling them to quiet down: "And you should say less of that in the future."

"As subjects of the empire, whatever we do, we must keep the emperor and the empire in our hearts."

"Don't you all agree?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Several lackeys chimed in, "You always have to keep the emperor and the empire on your lips... and in your heart."

"Alright, you can go back now." Crown Prince William waved his hand smugly, "We'll go find that guy named Model again tomorrow. With Alfred's support, I'll soon have the support of the whole of Silesia."

"With this army, the revival of the whole of Germany will be just around the corner."

They had already walked halfway out the door when they heard what Crown Prince William said, and they stopped in their tracks.

The attendants leaned back again: "Your Highness, your point of view is absolutely brilliant."

"Yes, you should be the emperor of the entire German Empire."

Crown Prince William was naturally pleased with the flattery from these people; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought them with him when he went out.

Just then, a commotion arose outside, and the faint shouts made Crown Prince William's hair stand on end!

"Where is Crown Prince William!"

"have no idea!"

"Where is Commander Alfred?"

"He's drinking with Crown Prince William!"

"Damn it, I knew those two were plotting something!"

"Drag them both out and kill them."

"Your Highness! A large number of rebel soldiers have arrived outside."

Just as Crown Prince William was in a daze, a servant who was keeping watch downstairs came running up the stairs.

He was panting heavily when he delivered a devastating blow to Crown Prince William: "They say that His Highness the Crown Prince mistreats his soldiers and is completely unfit to be their commander."

"Bullshit! I'm just abusing a few soldiers to establish my authority, so what?"

"Yes, disrespect towards the Crown Prince! This is how it should be dealt with!"

"But now they're saying they want to arrest His Highness the Crown Prince and behead him!"

"what?"

Crown Prince William was stunned by these words and remained speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until several attendants rushed in and shoved him that he finally came to his senses.

Would you really like to have yourself captured and beheaded?

Wouldn't that make me the next Louis XVI?

Oh my god, that must hurt so much!

Crown Prince William was almost brought to tears: "Then hurry up and leave! What are you still doing here?"

"But they've already surrounded us!" The panting attendant's voice betrayed his anger. "His Highness is so kind to those officers, yet they can't even control these soldiers! It's as if the royal favors have been wasted!"

"Then call Alfred immediately, Your Highness." Among the lackeys, there was a clever one who immediately reminded him, "Have him call the Sixth Army to protect Your Highness. Your Highness cannot afford any mishaps at this time."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Crown Prince William frantically reached for the phone, but no matter how many times he turned the dial pad, he couldn't get through.

At first, his tone was relatively calm, but later he started yelling, "How many times have I told you, connect me to the Sixth Army headquarters!"

"What do you mean you can't get through! Keep dialing!"

Crown Prince William roared hysterically, but all that came from the other end of the phone was the beeping of the disconnection.

Only then did Crown Prince William seem to snap out of his daze, muttering, "Why can't I get through at this time... Alfred, he's my brother."

This is something only Crown Prince William could do. If Wilhelm II knew about this, I wonder what he would think.

For the crown prince of a nation to address a minister as a brother... how incompetent must one be to even have such a thought?

"Your Highness, we've been played by them. Let's leave quickly."

Several lackeys and servants, their faces already pale, each grabbed one of Crown Prince William's arms and tried to drag him out.

However, their reaction speed was far too slow; the soldiers had already completely surrounded the area downstairs.

"What should we do? What should we do?"

Where is the royal bearing in Prince William now?

He was being held by his entourage to the side of the corridor, and with just a slight bow of his head, he could see countless torches converging toward him.

Moreover, outside the barracks and inside the city...

More torches are converging here, seemingly endless.

Did I really incur public wrath?

No! Someone must be behind this!

It must be that bastard Joachim!

Thinking of this, Crown Prince William hated his younger brother even more!

"That bastard is in this building, right?"

"Yes, it's inside this building!"

"Then let's kill him now."

Oh no, oh no, they're really going to kill me now.

Even if Crown Prince William hated Joachim to the core, he could only swallow his resentment at this moment.

He was well-versed in history and knew all too well that once the mutinous soldiers became unrestrained, even the officers under his command could not stop their murderous intent.

If he were captured by them, he would truly be on the guillotine like Louis XVI.

"What should we do? They're coming up soon."

"Your Highness, please make a decision quickly."

One of the attendants was almost in tears, urging Crown Prince William to set off!

"How can we run? We're surrounded on all sides."

Crown Prince William felt his hands and feet turn ice cold, his body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Is he really going to be killed by the mutinous soldiers today?

Crown Prince William was about to cry!