German Red Prince

Was it a German infiltration? The Polish soldiers didn't know. Was it His Highness Thorne? The German soldiers didn't know.

"Run!" Thorne jumped into the carriage, and Thomas slammed on the gas and sped off. As they continued to move forward, more and more Polish soldiers appeared around them.

"Fire! Return fire!" Thorne commanded, repeatedly pulling back the bolt.

"Thomas, you son of a bitch, drive carefully!" Fred cursed. The car was so bumpy that he couldn't aim properly, but it was obvious that Thomas couldn't hear him. A violent jolt nearly threw Fred off the road.

Before Fred could even begin to curse, he saw Thorne suddenly lean back.

"You've been shot?" Fred exclaimed in shock.

Thorne also felt something hit his chest. "I almost died." Thorne sighed and touched the bullet hole on his bulletproof vest.

"This thing is amazing!" Fred was clearly shocked.

"Don't look at me, look at the enemy!" Thorne cursed.

"Our men are ahead!" Thomas suddenly shouted excitedly. The gunfire attracted the Polish soldiers, but it also attracted the German soldiers, and a large number of German soldiers also surrounded them.

"Raise the flag!" Thorne shouted, carrying the military flag.

Clearly, barring unforeseen circumstances, he originally intended to advance victoriously under the banner of victory. But now it has become a lifeline for his escape, depicting the world-famous painting of the Rhine prince leading Polish soldiers in a charge against the German army.

"It's His Highness Thorne!" someone in the guard shouted.

"Quickly, hold off the enemy!" The surrounding German soldiers began to hold off the Polish soldiers. The Polish soldiers were clearly no match for the Germans' superior firepower and could only watch as the trucks drove past the German positions.

"Wuhu, we're saved!" Dudman couldn't help but cheer.

"Finally, it's over." Thorne breathed a sigh of relief and lay down in the carriage.

Chapter Three: The Burning Flames

Seeing Thorne approaching, Hamor immediately rushed over to check on him.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Hamo hurriedly asked.

"Oh my god! Blood!"

Seeing the bloodstains on Thorne's clothes, Hammer felt the urge to blow Schultz's head off again.

“I’m fine, it’s Polish blood,” Thorne explained.

"Poles? You've run into that gang of thugs? That damned Schulz! I must report this to His Highness Otto and have him shot!"

Hamo was still not satisfied and went to find Schultz again.

“It’s not his business, it’s my turn to go.” Thorne pulled Hammer back. “Also, I brought back a truckload of weapons. Have General Schultz send someone to receive them.”

"A truckload of weapons?"

Hammer had already conjured up a series of scenarios in his mind: the second prince of the Rhine Kingdom secretly infiltrated the Polish command post, killed several enemy soldiers, and escaped unscathed, even bringing back a truckload of weapons. What was this? This was a Germanic superman!

The troops began to move, and Thorne was finally able to rest for a night. Exhaustion made him fall asleep quickly.

As for the bulletproof vest you wanted to ask about? He had already put it away on the way here.

The next morning, Thorne changed his clothes and walked out of the barracks. He stretched and found that many people were secretly watching him.

"Am I wearing my clothes inside out?" Just as I was wondering, I heard people whispering.

"Have you heard? Prince Thorne single-handedly took down the Polish command post, blew up a whole room full of people, and even stole a truck!"

"No wonder you were able to capture Warsaw today. Did Your Highness manage to take over the Polish headquarters?"

"That's amazing! He really is a Germanic superhero!"

In short, the more the story spread, the more bizarre it became, and his reputation as a Germanic superman had already spread throughout the military camp.

"Superman is here?"

Schultz joked that Thorne blushed, saying that it was Thorne who had begged Schultz to go to the front lines, which led to the accident.

"Hey, what about those three people who came back with me last night? I want them."

Thorne changed the subject, saying that the three men had performed very well last night and were quite capable. Without them, they might not have been able to escape. Thorne personally witnessed Fred taking down several Polish soldiers who were at least 300 meters away from them in the car.

"What, are you going to silence us? The war is over, we should go back." Schulz looked into the distance and said to Thorne, who was still in a daze.

"It's over? So fast?" Thorne could hardly believe his ears. This was too fast! Germany's blitzkrieg against Poland lasted for more than a month, and this was only 14 days? Is Germany this strong in this timeline?

"The Polish rebellion was poorly prepared, and their methods of overthrowing the empire-backed provisional government were too cruel, causing many undecided people in Poland to be unwilling to support the provisional government they had formed."

"The Empire's spies were also active beforehand, obtaining a lot of crucial intelligence, which is why we were able to achieve victory so easily." Schultz seemed to have guessed what Thorne was thinking.

"Poland is probably going to disappear from the map again. Emperor Wilhelm liberated Poland from Russian rule, and they dared to openly rebel and kill the Polish prince, who was a relative of the German Emperor. This is a challenge to the authority of the Empire and is unforgivable."

"Liberation?" Thorne shrugged, looking at the red flags being thrown down by soldiers from the high-rise buildings, and found it all amusing.

The once prosperous city was now in ruins, flames raging and thick smoke stinging the eyes. Teams of ragged prisoners of war walked past them, escorted by heavily armed soldiers to the prisoner-of-war camp.

"Germans, revolutionaries, step forward!" an officer shouted, staring at the prisoners of war.

A man in the advancing column slowly stopped, his face covered in blood, and looked at the officer.

"I am German, a revolutionary, and a political commissar." The man grinned, his face full of pride.

In order to cover his comrades' retreat, Buhler volunteered to stay behind and hold off his compatriots from his homeland.

"traitor!"

He heard countless insults, that he was a traitor to Germany, brainwashed by the devil of France.

Bühler laughed self-deprecatingly, "What demons are there?"

He was quickly pushed to the corner, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on a young man in the distance.

Thorne felt himself burning; he saw the man's burning gaze.

He was laughing, he was mocking, he was mocking oppression, mocking death. He was scornful, scornful of authority, scornful of injustice.

Thorne felt his blood rush to his head; he was burning, and a sentence seemed about to burst from his mouth.

A group of people raised their guns and aimed them at one person; it was unclear who was afraid of whom.

Bühler gazed at the rising sun, closed his eyes, and felt a warmth. He wanted to become light! To become fire! Even if only like a firefly, he could still shine a little light in the darkness.

"Workers of the world, unite!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He collapsed, but Thorne could still seem to see his burning gaze; it was hot today, so hot that he was burning.

"This is what happens to traitors. Those damned French bandits have lured many Germans into joining the so-called International Brigades, and some of them have even joined the Revolutionary Party. This guy must have taken a lot of money from the French to come to Poland and oppose his own country!" Schulz was clearly angry.

"Traitor? Who is the traitor?" Thorne stared at the eagle flag fluttering on the high-rise building.

The people are not afraid of death, so why threaten them with death? Clearly, he will not turn back the clock of history.

Dudman glanced at the two people sitting upright beside him and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Who would have thought he was a prince? At the very least, Dudman could only guess that he was the son of some noble family.

Dudman was exhausted that night and fell asleep as soon as he got back to camp. The next day, a lot of people surrounded him and asked him to talk about this "German Superman," which left him completely confused.

It wasn't until someone told him that the person who had escaped with them was actually a prince that Dudman felt his legs go weak and he was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up.

No one bothered him all morning, and he thought he had escaped a disaster. He was just breathing a sigh of relief when someone approached him during the evacuation in the afternoon and politely asked him to go to the front of the carriage.

"What do we do!" Dudman clutched his hair in anguish, glancing at Thomas beside him. "Weren't you a great driver? It must be you! Driving so fast, you hurt the prince's backside, and now he's causing us trouble!"

"Could it be... that we saw him stripping a dead person's clothes and putting them on?" Fred wiped the sweat from his brow.

“That’s possible, it would be a second-degree offense.” Dudman roared to the sky.

"Did you say something you shouldn't have?" Thomas then spoke up.

"Shouldn't you have said that?" The other two looked at him.

"Is it about 'German Superman' or that vest?" Thomas guessed.

"Impossible! The matter of the disguise is a secret, and we haven't said a word about 'German Superman.' It's all a false accusation!" The group knew very well what had happened that night, and they had strictly kept their mouths shut about certain things.

"Could it be because we didn't say anything that His Highness got angry?" Thomas continued to speculate.

"It's over, three times worse off. How hateful! I should have said something back then, bragging so much." Dudman seemed even more pained. Yes, a prince had made such a great contribution by hijacking a carload of weapons. He should have bragged about it. He hated himself for being so stupid.

Just as the three were lost in thought, the door was pushed open.

"Hello everyone, we meet again." Thorne greeted everyone.

“Your Highness, we were wrong.” Dudman decided to take the initiative.

"Wrong? What's wrong?" Thorne was a little confused.

“My first mistake was that Thomas shouldn’t have driven so fast, hurting Your Highness. My second mistake was that I shouldn’t have watched Your Highness stripping a dead man. My third mistake was that I didn’t publicize your truck hijacking incident properly. Please punish me, Your Highness,” Dudman said sincerely.

"What's going on here?" Thorne felt a little dizzy and looked at the three uneasy people.

"It's a misunderstanding. I called you over because I thought you did a good job that night. You'll be working for me from now on. I've already spoken to General Schultz."

"Huh? It wasn't murder to cover it up?" Dudman's mind was clearly still not quite there.

"Hey, why do you think so badly of me? What do you mean by taking clothes off a dead person? I was wearing an officer's uniform back then, wouldn't I be asking for death? As for the other things you mentioned, that's just your own wild imagination," Thorne explained.

"Aren't noble lords all high and mighty?" Dudman muttered under his breath, which startled Fred so much that he quickly nudged him. "You don't care about your life, but I do!"

It was obvious that something that happened that night was part of Thorne's "scandal," and the best way to keep it from being known was to make them disappear.

“I’m different from them,” Thorne said in a low voice. “Relax, we’ll be in Berlin soon.”

Berlin, or rather Greater Germania, is the brainchild of countless architects and artists, a temple of art and culture. A single street of its can awe the whole of Europe. It is a world capital and the crown of a thousand-year-old empire.

Only ancient Egypt, Babylon, and Rome can compare. What is London? What is Paris?

This place is a paradise for nobles and the rich, and a hell for the poor.

Along the eight-kilometer-long street, honor guards stood at attention, and on marble pillars, German soldiers from different eras seemed to be watching the advancing troops. The pride of heaven, the German army, they were invincible! Iron and blood had been deeply ingrained in the marrow of German soldiers, and glory was engraved in the soul of the German nation.

As the March of Glory played, the German cavalry swept through countless cities, annihilating countless enemies who dared to oppose them. Now, the same was true; they had captured Warsaw and wiped out their enemies in Poland.

All the soldiers had changed into their dress uniforms. General Schulz, whose helmet was engraved with the Rhine Eagle, representing the Kingdom of the Rhine, rode at the front on horseback. Thorne and the others followed behind him on horseback, while the remaining soldiers marched slowly forward in neat steps.

Germany respects the strong, and the Kingdom of the Rhine performed the best in this battle. There were even rumors of a "German Superman" prince, so they participated in the review as the first formation.

The magnificent Arc de Triomphe stands tall with a bronze statue of Frederick the Great, and his famous quote is also engraved on it.

"For every country, whether large or small, the fundamental rule of survival is expansion!"

The names of more than a million heroes who died in the great war are engraved on the gate, and these heroes watch the procession move forward.

"A roar like thunder, like a tsunami, like a sharp blade unfurling its edge—who will go to the Rhine? Who will go to the Rhine? Who will protect her from bullying? Beloved motherland, rest assured, we will steadfastly and loyally guard the Rhine!"

Some soldiers began to sing the military song of the Kingdom of the Rhine, and then the entire first phalanx of soldiers began to sing.

"The roar quickly spread in all directions, and everyone's eyes shone with light. The German youth were devout and brave, protecting the peace of the border!"

The song "Defend the Rhine" brought the atmosphere to another climax, and the crowds on both sides of the street began to sing along.

"Berlin! Just hearing your name makes me smile... It's filled with an intoxicating atmosphere, everything here is forever vibrant, that's the air of Berlin!"

Long live the Kaiser! Long live Germany! Long live Berlin!

Berlin, the glorious city, when you mention this city, you only think of victory and glory.

"And the bones buried underground, the rats in the ditches of the slums," Thorne thought to himself.

On his way back, he witnessed famine, massacres, and displaced refugees, many of whom were Germans. Perhaps they all loved Germany, but it was clear that the Kaiser did not love them.

“Bones, and their blood and tears!” Thorne clenched his fist as he looked at the German Emperor at the end of the street.

The gentlemen of the palace lay on the sofa drinking red wine while sending a group of children to the front lines to struggle in the quagmire of war.

The soldiers won, but that was all they won.

Is it fighting for Germany, or for the Kaiser?

Chapter Four: The Berlin Strategy

Arrive in Berlin, the world's tallest city.

So beautiful, Berlin. Oh, isn't that Wilhelm? Let's look at the Brandenburg Gate in the distance, everyone.

After the military parade, everyone followed the signs to the palace.