Iron and Blood: A Triumph of the Will

Joachim swayed precariously in the Mercedes.

His briefcase was already open, and he was holding the authorization law signed by Albert.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Heinrich smoked a cigarette, looking at Joachim with concern: "Ever since you received the authorization law, you've seemed completely lost. Did Albert say something to you?"

"Robert is dead, did you know?"

Joachim finally voiced his doubts, scrutinizing Heinrich with his eyes.

Ever since Ludwig Edeller mentioned Schörner to him that day, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

Especially after today's events, he strongly suspects that his subordinates have done a lot of things behind his back.

"Robert, which Robert?"

The name echoed in Heinrich's mind. Finally, he looked at Joachim with a puzzled expression.

He seemed to have no real impression of this Robert.

"That's the guy we met at the meeting."

"He's actually dead! That's great! That bastard is finally dead. I've been fed up with him for ages."

Heinrich exclaimed excitedly, "If it weren't for the seatbelt..."

Joachim even doubted that he would step up from his position.

"It's good that he died!"

"Yes, it was a good thing he died."

Joachim nodded, no longer doubting Heinrich.

He composed himself and opened the authorization law in his hand.

Joachim now wields considerable power, enabling him to use his army to suppress any anti-government forces with impunity.

As for the French issue, he still intends to postpone it.

As the saying goes, to repel external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.

Moreover, as long as the domestic situation is resolved, France's problems will cease to be problems.

Now we just need to get things sorted out in China and wait until April.

With the establishment of diplomatic relations between Germany and Russia, this bombshell has been dropped, and the world order should change accordingly.

By then, with pressure from Britain and the United States, the French would inevitably withdraw their troops.

Germany's chances of survival emerged at that time.

Thinking about it, Joachim couldn't help but smile.

The long-term efforts have finally yielded some results.

But at that very moment, a loud bang suddenly came from in front of the Mercedes.

With a loud "boom!"

The immense energy flipped the Mercedes upside down.

Almost out of survival instinct, Joachim placed the documents on his head.

So despite falling headfirst, Joachim was not seriously injured.

Shaking his slightly dizzy head, he pulled his sidearm from the pocket behind the passenger seat.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Despite his serious injury, Heinrich's first thought was to inquire about Joachim's condition.

"That's a really stupid question," Heinrich retorted!

Without thinking twice, Joachim lay down under the car and started firing.

As gunfire erupted in rapid succession, the once quiet street instantly descended into chaos.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"You can't lie here now, get out of here! They obviously want to kill you!" Heinrich yelled in French.

As a German prince, Joachim naturally understood: "Then you should come out as soon as possible."

"Your Highness, you should leave now."

"I cannot abandon you, Heinrich!"

"You are Germany's hope; they are too numerous."

As Heinrich fired, he roared, "From the moment I joined your ranks, I was prepared to die for you."

"Run for your lives!"

"To pull Germany out of the abyss while it's still alive!"

Heinrich's loyalty brought tears to Joachim's eyes; he was truly moved.

And Heinrich was right.

Only he can turn the tide in Germany now.

He had to survive; this was his struggle.

Thinking this, Joachim twisted his body and kicked the car door hard.

One kick! Two kicks!

Under Joachim's powerful kick,

The car door was finally kicked open, and he twisted his body and quickly crawled out.

"Yes, that's how we should go."

Heinri watched Joachim's departing figure, his mind already prepared to face death.

He changed his magazine, but at that moment, the passenger door was pulled open from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, a hand grabbed his trouser leg.

Before he could react...

The other party then used all their strength to drag him out.

not good!

A sense of despair rose in Heinrich's heart; he had now become a prisoner of the enemy!

He couldn't fall into their hands, he thought, and aimed the pistol at the direction of the pull.

Aim...shoot...wait, is that His Highness Joachim?

"Your Highness, why haven't you left?"

Despite his reproachful tone, Heinrich's trembling chin revealed that he was truly moved.

Joachim did not abandon him, but chose to stand with him in the face of death.

"Why are you leaving? Looks like I'll have to step up security measures in the future."

Joachim changed the magazine in his pistol and took the opportunity to glance down into the driver's cab again.

The driver wasn't as lucky as Joachim and Heinrich; flying car parts pierced his abdomen, causing him to bleed profusely.

At the same time, a bullet pierced his skull, and his brain matter dripped down with gravity.

"He's really unlucky."

Joachim made a casual remark, but then his anger flared up. Who on earth wanted to kill him?

"Your Highness, please calm down."

"They're a bunch of rabble."

Heinrich, being a seasoned officer, had already assessed the surrounding situation while Joachim observed the driver's cab.

Heinrich discovered that the situation was not as bad as he had initially imagined.

These people are not well-trained soldiers.

Judging from the scale of the attack, they were just a rabble.

A motley crew of weapons, dressed in civilian clothes, with armbands on their arms.

Looking at that splash of red, he didn't even need to think.

I knew who those guys were.

"Your Highness, we need to change positions now; they don't have much combat experience."

"They don't even know how to launch an ambush."

Heinrich gave a definitive characterization of the attackers.

"So what do we do now?"

Upon hearing Heinrich's words, Joachim gradually relaxed.

Since they are just a so-called rabble, there is no need to be afraid of them.

"What should we do?"

Heinrich pondered, lying on his back.

Holding a pistol in one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other, he pulled out a cigarette: "Never mind those guys for now, let me have a smoke first."

"Would you like me to buy you one?" Joachim smiled and pulled a lighter from his pocket.

"Go ahead!"