Late at night on November 11th, 1918, in Iron Tower City, the capital of Gaul, the Prime Minister of the Sun Never Sets, Lloyd George, had just arrived.
There were no passenger planes in this era, so they all traveled by boat or train. After a long day of traveling, the Prime Minister of Sun Never Sets, who was nearly 60 years old, felt very tired. Just as he finished his shower and was about to rest, the Prime Minister's guards knocked on his door.
"Prime Minister, Chief Secretary Mr. Els has something urgent to report to you!”
The guard looked uneasy. He knew that the Prime Minister was going to rest, and it would be very unpleasant to wake him up. However, the Prime Minister's chief secretary insisted on meeting the Prime Minister overnight, so the guard had no choice but to brace himself and knock on the door.
As expected, Prime Minister Lloyd George got up from his bed with an unhappy expression. He put on his coat and yawned. He glanced coldly at the guard and said,"Bring him in!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
The guard secretly wiped his sweat and hurriedly ran out.
A moment later, Chief Secretary Els rushed in.
Prime Minister George was a little surprised to see sweat on his chief secretary's forehead. In November, the temperature in Iron Tower City was only about 10 degrees Celsius. At night, the temperature would drop to about 5 degrees Celsius. At this temperature, the air that a person breathed out would be filled with white fog. Secretary Els was actually sweating profusely. What was making him so nervous?
"What happened, Mr. Els?”
Unknowingly, Prime Minister George's voice became serious. He realized that something must have happened. Otherwise, his chief secretary would not be in such a sorry state.
"Prime Minister, the latest intelligence from the front line. You must take a look!”
Els was not in a hurry to report the situation. Instead, he handed a telegram to Prime Minister George.
Prime Minister George frowned. The code name of the Royal Army was written at the beginning of the telegram. It was obvious that it had been sent from the front line, so he immediately thought of the situation at the front line.
Could it be that something had happened at the front line?
With this thought in mind, Prime Minister George began to examine it carefully.
The contents of the telegram were not long, and Prime Minister George quickly finished reading it. When he finished reading it, his face turned ashen.
"Are you sure? The attack of the Scottish Highland Regiment was repelled and all their tanks were lost?”
The Scottish Highland Regiment was the first British army to participate in the war during the First World War. This army had always been the trump card of the British army.
Els nodded." This matter has already been confirmed with General John French. Not only did the Scottish Highland Regiment suffer losses, but even the Oxfordshire Cavalry Regiment that supported them also suffered a lot of losses. Moreover, the Bastogne area is still in the hands of the German army!”
Just like General Foch, Secretary Els 'last sentence pierced Prime Minister George's heart.
"Humph, tell French that we must annihilate all the German troops in the Bastogne area before the Iron Tower City Peace Conference!”
……
Just as the Prime Minister of the Sun Never Sets Empire gave the order to seize the Bastogne region, the Marshal of the Second Empire, General Hindeburg, also received the battle report from the front line.
This telegram came from the First Guards Infantry Regiment. The regiment commander reported the movements of his regiment to him. At the same time, he also told Marshal Hindeburg that the First Battalion did not follow the orders of the Army Headquarters and did not retreat with the First Guards Infantry Regiment.
After receiving this news, Marshal Hindeburg was a little angry. A soldier's duty was to obey orders. In the disciplined German army, there was almost no disobedience of military orders, so he was very dissatisfied with Major Maynz's behavior.
But soon, the 1st Battalion's battle report was sent to him through a telegram. After the 1st Battalion was unable to retreat due to the battle with the British, Marshal Hindeburg's anger quickly subsided.
In just one day, the 1st Battalion had already sent him two reports of victory, which made Marshal Hindeburg not know whether to laugh or cry.
He admired the outstanding performance of the 1st Battalion, but now that the dynasty had surrendered and the war was over, this victory was meaningless.
However, the strength of this army in this battle made Marshal Hindeburg pay attention to it.
If the outcome of the Empire was really as the Gauls had requested, and the army was reduced by the First Mate, then the most elite troops of the generals would have to stay. The 1st Battalion had performed so brilliantly in the last moment of the Empire, so they had to keep this spark. Therefore, Marshal Hindeburg personally issued his orders to the Bastogne region.
"Order your troops to retreat to the Rhine region to reorganize and accept reorganization!”
After the stern tone, the old marshal spoke from the bottom of his heart,"The war is over. Children, don't make unnecessary sacrifices. The days ahead are still long. Imperial Army Headquarters, Field Marshal Hindeburg.”
After receiving the telegram, Major Mayinz looked at the battlefield in front of him and then at his subordinates.
After the order to retreat was given, the 1st Guards Infantry had already begun to retreat. After they repelled the British attack, the German troops on the left and right wings had all withdrawn. They were the only army in the Bastogne area. Under such circumstances, if they continued to stay here, they would undoubtedly be surrounded by the enemy.
The 1st Battalion only had around 500 people. After several fierce battles, they had less than 400 people left. It was unrealistic to expect these 400 people to fight against millions of allied troops.
Therefore, retreating had become their only choice!
Lin Yu understood that the war was really over. No matter how he fought, the First World War would come to an end. Instead of holding on to the tail of the old era, it was better to take a brave step forward and enter the new era.
Moreover, it could be seen from the eyes of these soldiers that they longed to return to their motherland and their hometown. Their families were waiting for them to return home.
Therefore, under the expectant gazes of the soldiers, Lin Yu finally made a decision.
"Brothers, let's go home!"
After saying that, Lin Yu walked to the center of the battlefield and pulled out the Iron Cross Black Eagle flag that was inserted outside. He held the flag high and took the lead in singing the national song of the Second Empire. Then, he strode away from the battlefield with his head held high.
"Long live the victor's crown, the master of the motherland!”
"Long live my emperor!"
"Feel the glory of being on the throne. Under the light, your passion is high. You are the most loved by the people!”
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On November 20th, the 1st Battalion of the 1st Infantry Corps safely retreated into the Empire's territory and was stationed in the western town of Daledon.
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