The Third Reich: The Return of the King

In the middle of the night on November 11, 1918, Lloyd Georges, the prime minister of the Empire, had just arrived in the city of Tower, the capital of Gaul.

There were no passenger planes in the whole era, so they traveled by boat and train, and after a long day's travel, the prime minister, who was nearly sixty years old, felt very tired, and just as he had finished bathing and was about to rest, the prime minister's guards knocked on his door.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, Chief Secretary, Mr. Els, has urgent matters to report to you!".

There was a hint of uneasiness on the guard's face, and he knew how unhappy it would be for the Prime Minister to come in and wake him up when he was about to rest, but the Prime Minister's chief secretary insisted on asking to see the Prime Minister overnight, so the guard had no choice but to knock on the door.

Sure enough, Prime Minister Lloyd George got up from the bed with an unhappy face, put on his coat, yawned, looked at the guard coldly, and said, "Take him in!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!".

The guards secretly wiped their sweat and hurriedly ran out.

A moment later, Chief Secretary Els hurried in.

Prime Minister George saw his chief secretary sweating on his forehead, he was a little surprised in his heart, the temperature in the tower city in November, the temperature is only about ten degrees, and the temperature will drop to about five degrees at night, this kind of temperature, the air exhaled by people will be white mist, Secretary Els can still sweat profusely, what is it that makes him so nervous?

"What's going on, Mr. Els?".

Before he knew it, Prime Minister George's voice became serious, and he realized that something must have happened, otherwise his chief secretary would not be so embarrassed.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the latest information is coming from the front, you must take a look!"

Instead of rushing to report the situation, Els handed a telegram into the hands of Prime Minister George.

Prime Minister George frowned, the code name of the Royal Army was written at the beginning of this telegram, and it was sent back from the front line at first glance, so his mind immediately thought of the situation at the front.

Could it be that something happened on the front line?

With this in mind, Prime Minister George took a closer look.

The contents of the telegram were not long, and Prime Minister George read it quickly, and when he finished reading it, his face turned iron-blue.

"Is it confirmed?The attack of the Scottish Highland Regiment was repulsed and all the tanks were lost?".

The Scottish Highlands Regiment, as the first unit of the British army to participate in the war during World War I, has always been the ace of the British army.

Els nodded: "This matter has been confirmed by telegram to General John French, not only the Scottish Highland Regiment has suffered losses, but even the Oxfordshire Cavalry Regiment that supports them has also suffered a lot of losses, and the Bastone area is still in the hands of the Germans!"

Like the French Marshal General Foch, Secretary Els's last words pierced Prime Minister George's heart.

"Hmph, tell French that you must annihilate all the German forces in the Bastone area before the Tower City Peace Conference is held!"

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Just as the prime minister of the empire on which the sun never sets, the marshal of the Second Empire, General Hindenburg, also received a battle report from the front at the same time.

This telegram came from the 1st Guards Corps, to which the commander of the infantry regiment reported on the movements of his regiment, and at the same time informed Field Marshal Hindenburg that the 1st Battalion had not carried out the orders of the army headquarters and had not retreated with the 1st Guards Corps.

After receiving this news, Field Marshal Hindenburg was a little angry, the soldiers took obedience to orders as their duty, and in the disciplined German army, there was almost never a disobedience to military orders, so he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of Major Mainz.

Soon, however, the report of the 1st Battalion was sent to him by telegram, and Field Marshal Hindenburg's anger soon subsided after the 1st Battalion was unable to retreat because it was engaged with the British.

In just one day, the 1st Battalion had already sent him two good news in succession, which made Field Marshal Hindenburg a little crying and laughing.

He certainly admired the excellent performance of the 1st Battalion, but in a situation where the Empire had surrendered and the war was over, such a victory had become meaningless.

However, the strength of this army in this battle made Field Marshal Hindenburg have to pay attention.

If the end of the empire was really as demanded by the Gauls, and the army was reduced by the first mate, then it was necessary that the most elite troops of the generals remained, and the first battalion had such a brilliant performance in the last moments of the empire, then this fire must be preserved, so Field Marshal Hindenburg personally gave his own orders to the Bastone area.

"Order your troops to retreat, retreat to the Rhine region for repairs, and accept reorganization!"

After the stern tone, there was the old marshal's heartfelt mantra: "The war is over, children, don't make senseless sacrifices, the days ahead are still long." Headquarters of the Imperial Army, Field Marshal Hindenburg. "

Having received this telegram, Major Mainz looked at the position and battlefield in front of him, and then at his men.

After the order to retreat was given, the 1st Guards Corps had already begun to withdraw, and after they had repelled the British attack, the German units on the left and right flanks had all withdrawn, and they were currently the only army in the Baston area, and in this case, if they continued to stay here, there was no doubt that they would be surrounded by the enemy.

The first battalion numbered only 500 men, and after several fierce battles, there were less than 400 men left, and it was of course unrealistic to expect these 400 men to confront the millions of Allied troops.

So retreat has become the only option in front of them!

Lin Yu understands that the war is really over, no matter how he fights, the First World War will come to an end, instead of holding on to the tail of the old era, it is better to take a brave step and step into the new era.

Moreover, these soldiers in front of them, it can be seen from their eyes that they are eager to return to their homeland, to their hometown, and their families are waiting for them to return home and be reunited.

Therefore, under the expectant gaze of the soldiers, Lin Yu finally made a decision.

"Brethren, let's go home!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Yu walked to the center of the position, pulled up the Iron Cross Black Eagle battle flag planted outside, held the battle flag high, took the lead in singing the national anthem of the Second Empire, strutted his head, and left the battlefield.

"Long live the laurels of the victors, lord of the Fatherland!".

"Long live, my emperor!".

"Feel the glory of being on the throne, the passion in the light of the light, you are the love of the people!".

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On 20 November, the 1st Battalion of the 1st Guards Corps retreated safely to the territory of the Empire, where it was stationed in the western town of Dalaiden.