Chapter 538 The Schlieffen Plan
Chapter 538 The Schlieffen Plan
Half a year later, the German army sent two divisions and one brigade of the 31st Army Group to raid Denmark, starting the war on the Western Front.
The Danish navy did not fire a single shot, and the army suffered 20 casualties. After resisting for 4 hours, it surrendered.
The German army immediately dispatched 21 divisions of the 7st Group to land in Norway under the escort of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier battle group. At the same time, 800 ground-based aircraft and 250 transport aircraft were dispatched for air support.
The British and French troops on the front line continued to remain silent, and Alfonso I held a press conference and issued a "strong condemnation" of Waldersee.
The core meaning of the long speech of the French Emperor: Don't test my bottom line again! Otherwise, I will have to lower it further...
Germany's development requires Norway's iron ore. If Waldersee stops after taking over Denmark and Norway, Britain and France can tolerate it.
As long as they don't attack me, allies are expendable.
Britain and France pretended to be cowardly to the end, like an ostrich, burying its head deep in the sand, muttering, "You can't see me, you can't see me..."
On January 1889, 1, German Chief of General Staff Schlieffen went to the front line and began to arrange the "Schlieffen Plan" which he personally formulated.
On January 1, Schlieffen mobilized 10 divisions, 136 tanks, and 2560 aircraft, divided into three army groups A, B, and C, including 3824 armored divisions and 10 motorized infantry divisions.
The silence on the Western Front was broken. The German army bypassed the solid McMahon Line and launched a full-scale offensive on a front of more than 300 kilometers from the North Sea to the McMahon Line, pointing its spearhead at Luxembourg, the Netherlands and Belgium.
Bombs from planes kept falling from the sky, and Type 3 tanks were crossing the border in large numbers. All of this was photographed by military observers from the neutral country of Daxia.
20 minutes later, in Qiao Garden, Erfen Bamboo House, Shao Quanzhong received the latest photo fax from the front line.
After the Battle of Poland, Germany waited for more than half a year before taking action on the Western Front.
This was far from the "Daxia speed". Shao Quanzhong had almost lost his patience. He did not feel surprised, but just breathed a sigh of relief.
Shao Quanzhong was not a murderer. After the first European war, the great powers had been weakened.
Waldersee provoked the second European war. Shao Quanzhong only hoped that he could defeat Britain as soon as possible. He did not intend to let the European war drag on for a long time or cause as many deaths as possible.
As long as the British big brother completely loses the prestige of the world hegemony, Shao Quanzhong can talk to the big brother in a friendly manner and take back Hong Kong. What about Xingdao, Malay, and the area east of Shannan Railway? I can buy it with money, and that's enough.
As for who wins or loses, it doesn't matter whether Britain loses or wins. Even if Britain, France and Germany finally unite to become the third force, Shao Quanzhong doesn't care.
With the appearance of the third brother, the second brother can be contained, right? After Daxia became the only one in the world, Shao Quanzhong now has the consciousness of being a troublemaker to maintain balance.
Shao Quanzhong carefully looked at the intelligence on the military strength comparison between the two sides sent by Le Sen. Judging from the data on paper alone, the German army does not have an absolute advantage, and it is likely to be another long war...
"boom!"
The study door was kicked open.
Shao Quanzhong didn't get angry. There were only a handful of people who dared to do this, and they were not people he could get angry with.
Sure enough, it was Rong Hui who ran in.
Rong Hui is now 45 years old, her son has become the crown prince and has established a family, so she has become more stable. But this time she suddenly looks excited, what big thing happened?
Rong Hui grabbed Shao Quanzhong's arm and said, "Brother Shao, come with me. I have finally invited my idol to Qiao Garden. Come with me to greet him."
Shao Quanzhong scratched his bald forehead. Who is Huier's idol? How come I don't know? Is Huier also a fan?
Shao Quanzhong thought for a long time. The only person Huier had ever called an idol was Victor Hugo of France. I had once met that old man in front of the Louvre. He was also Isabel's idol, but he had passed away three and a half years ago.
In doubt, Shao Quanzhong followed Rong Hui out of the study and went straight to the Ji'ao Hall in the south window.
Wow, in order to welcome this idol, Rong Hui actually ordered the main gate to be opened wide to welcome guests. Who is so honored? Even if Victoria Lafayette came, Hui Er couldn't be so excited.
I want to see if the guy Hui'er admires so much is a handsome pretty boy. Humph, if he is a pretty boy, I will let Jiang Chunlin set up a trap for you...
When Shao Quanzhong saw Rong Hui's idol, he felt relieved.
Not only is he not a pretty boy, he is also very old, with a big beard and looks over sixty years old.
Behind the old man were two Indians and a young Chinese man, all dressed in suits.
Among the four visitors, the only one Shao Quanzhong knew was this young Chinese man, Liang Zhuoru, who he had met yesterday and was the first place winner of the imperial civil service examination that had just been held this year.
Liang Zhuoru is young, handsome and a young genius, but he is only 17 years old and cannot be Huier's idol.
Besides, Rong Hui's eyes were full of stars as she looked at the old man in his sixties.
Well, his own wife’s new idol is an old man just like Hugo, which makes Shao Quanzhong feel much better.
The old man was a Slav. He bowed slightly to Shao Quanzhong and said, "Your Majesty."
Yali behind her acted as an interpreter. Rong Hui pointed at the old man excitedly and said, "This is the Russian literary giant Tolstoy. I have read his "War and Peace"..."
Shao Quanzhong kept his distance from the literary giant, as his understanding of "literature" was limited to storytelling.
He had to give face to his wife's idol. Shao Quanzhong stepped forward to support her and said, "Seniors, please don't be too polite to the younger generation. Please take a seat."
He called back, "Yali, serve the tea."
Tolstoy was not polite and sat down in the guest seat leisurely.
He was widely respected in all countries, and many emperors and kings showed him great respect.
However, he was a little surprised that the world-famous ruler of Da Xia was such a gentle and polite person, and looked at Shao Quanzhong carefully.
The emperor was dressed in plain casual clothes, a simple silk double-breasted jacket, and looked like a country rich man.
He poured himself tea with a smile, without any hypocrisy of pretending to be noble and elegant like the European rulers.
Well, Shao Quanzhong usually looks very handsome in his marshal's uniform when he goes out, but he was pulled here by Huier in his study room wearing casual clothes.
Shao Quanzhong is already 49 years old, and with his rustic appearance, he is completely unable to attract young girls.
Dongmei had waited nine years to marry him, and Yali did it out of hero worship...
"Senior, I am a rough man, born in the military, and I don't know much about literature. Please forgive me. Since you have come to visit me, please feel free to give me any advice. If I can do anything, I will definitely help you."
Seeing Shao Quanzhong's humble attitude, Tolstoy sighed, "Your Majesty, you are the most simple and people-friendly ruler I have ever seen. If all the rulers in the world were like you, the people of this world would be happy. What a pity——"
"correct--"
The three young men who came with Tolstoy stood by but had no seats.
The old man pointed at Liang Zhuoru and said, "Your Majesty must know the talented people in Daxia. Let me introduce you to the two young people from Tianzhu who came with me. They are both very ambitious and capable."
"This is Rabindranath Tagore, a graduate of London University, a talented Indian poet, and the Secretary General of the Brahma Samaj."
"This is a law student from London University. He came with me from London. I admire him very much. He is Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi."
(End of this chapter)