German Red Prince

Therefore, he personally participated in revising and passing many laws that protected workers' rights, while also relaxing political authority and giving people more political rights in order to win the favor of the general public in Germany.

However, the Chancellor privately still viewed democracy with distrust and aversion. So almost simultaneously, at his behest, the German police were greatly expanded and modernized, and more progressive voices were severely suppressed.

This includes everything from striking workers to feminist movements to socialist youth organizations.

Even so, he remained very popular, and the public was happy to see the prime minister clash with the emperor in order to "fight for his rights," hoping to gradually turn the latter into a constitutional puppet.

In German politics, the unofficial Cold War between these two key figures became one of the most discussed topics in German political magazines in the 1920s.

The establishment of the French and British workers' governments sparked discontent among many left-wing trade unions, who portrayed the German imperial government as a ruthless capitalist and imperialist regime that needed to be overthrown once and for all.

Despite the fact that ordinary Germans enjoy the highest standard of living among the world's major industrialized countries, they still consider it one of the least free countries.

Ordinary Germans were still influenced by the old Prussian and monarchical political hierarchy.

The imperial government's overconfidence and pride, coupled with economic prosperity, led them to ignore most of these demands, which are sure to create more rifts.

Therefore, Tirpitz needs to solve this problem as soon as possible.

Workers joining trade unions has now become a common phenomenon. Although the German government seems to have a strong aversion to trade unions, violently dissolving many left-leaning unions and trying its best to prevent workers from joining various unions, while also being extremely strict in its screening of union members.

Interestingly, it is often much easier for a factory owner to join a union than for an ordinary worker.

The Free Deutsche Zeitung once conducted a survey in the Hamburg industrial area, which found that union members comprised 40% of factory owners, 20% of government officials, 20% of financiers, 15% of technocrats, and only 5% of workers.

Moreover, it is even more difficult for ordinary workers to join trade unions, which is why they criticize trade unions as "a fig leaf for the government and an insult and deception to workers." However, this has indeed played a role in strengthening the democratic forces and consciousness in Germany.

They soon arrived in the western part of Berlin, an industrial area that was some distance from the city center and located on the edge of the city.

The carriage moved forward, and unlike the clean and tidy city center of Berlin, things here were somewhat hazy and gray. The streets were wide, but rather dirty and messy, and large chimneys in the distance were spewing black smoke.

“Mr. Karl, you may look down on the environment here, but the people here are quite remarkable; they are all hardworking and capable Germans,” Miller said, turning to Thorne.

Looking at the terrible environment and the dilapidated houses around him, Thorne felt a pang of bitterness.

He recalled a joke: A wealthy merchant proclaimed to the crowd that only through hard work could one acquire wealth. A worker's child ran home and said to his father, "You work so hard, our family must be very rich."

That's how the world is: murderers and arsonists live high positions, while those who build bridges and repair roads are left without a trace.

After these vampires have had their fill of blood, they shamelessly start lecturing others, which is utterly ridiculous.

Suddenly, Thorne heard a commotion ahead and saw a well-dressed, fat man directing thugs to beat up the workers who had gathered in front. A conflict was breaking out, but the thugs were well-equipped, and the workers were clearly at a disadvantage.

"What's going on?" Thorne asked the person standing to the side.

"Wolf is a scoundrel. He owes his factory workers three months' wages. They've been trying to get them back for nothing, and this time he's just kicking them out," an insider replied.

"That damned guy!" Thorne gritted his teeth in hatred, unable to hold back any longer. He had hated this kind of person in his previous life, and now that he had met him, he was not to blame for being impolite.

"Mr. Carl!" Miller tried to call out, but it was too late.

"Give them a good beating! Drive them out, just make sure no one dies!" Wolf commanded from the high platform.

"Zi!"

Thorne brandished his stun baton at a thug who was about to launch a sneak attack; he had just pulled this handy weapon out of his treasure chest.

The man screamed and collapsed. The situation changed instantly. Thorne had electrocuted three thugs in quick succession. Wolf, seeing his men lying on the ground, unable to get up, panicked at the sight of this uninvited guest.

"Never mind the workers, deal with him first!"

The thugs abandoned their fight with the workers and surrounded Thorne. Thorne raised his gear and charged forward. Seeing Thorne in danger, the workers grabbed the thugs' weapons that had fallen to the ground and helped Thorne fight them.

After the last thug fell, Thorne walked toward Wolf. Wolf, sensing something was wrong, hurriedly tried to escape, but fell off the platform, his hat falling to the side.

Thorne grabbed him and slapped him more than a dozen times. Stunned by the slaps, Wolf tried to say something, but Thorne struck him with a stick, electrocuting him and causing him to lose control of his bladder and bowels. He collapsed, convulsing, and passed out.

The police arrived at this time, and seeing Wolf lying on the ground, they came over to take Thorne and his group away.

"Call your chief over here," Thorne said to the approaching police officer.

"You'd better go to jail to talk about it," a police officer said with a sarcastic smile, as he approached to take him away.

"Zi!"

He knocked him down with an electric shock, and Thorne shouted, "Get your chief here!"

The other officers surrounded him and dared not make a move. During the stalemate, they sent someone to notify the police chief.

Soon the sheriff and a group of officers arrived, and the onlookers were all worried for Thorne.

Wolf, who was lying on the ground, also saw the sheriff and lay on the ground wailing, begging the sheriff to do justice for him.

Sheriff York looked at the scene before him and saw Thorne, who seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

“Sir, please don’t make things difficult for us,” York said to Thorne as he stepped forward.

"Making things difficult? Why don't you go ask that damned vampire how he's making things difficult for these workers, Sheriff?" Thorne was furious and held a badge in York's face.

Looking at the badge, everything came back to him. Sheriff York began to regret getting involved in this mess. A few days ago, he had been sent to maintain order and had seen the exact same emblem on this badge. The man in front of him had been riding a tall horse through the Arc de Triomphe.

"Your Highness?" York's voice trembled slightly as he guessed. What was going on? Why was he here? If he wasn't mistaken, this was indeed the prince of the Kingdom of Rhine, someone even the German Emperor would have to give him face.

Now that you know, I'm not going to act in this play anymore. I am the famous...

Sorry for the interruption.

"Go and slap that guy ten times. Tell him to settle the wages he owes the workers right now, or else..." Thorne's stun gun glowed blue.

"Understood." York walked toward Wolf, who was crawling toward him, raised his hand and slapped him ten times. He then ordered the police officers to go to the factory immediately and mortgage the facilities to pay the workers' wages.

Still fearing Thorne wasn't satisfied, York had officers lift Wolf up and slap him ten times before taking him back to the police station.

"Hooray!" The crowd couldn't help but cheer. Thorne walked up to York and said, "Don't cause trouble for these workers, do you hear me?"

"Understood." York only wanted to escape now, carrying the train away from Berlin overnight, fearing that this prince would take his head.

After receiving their owed wages, the workers shook hands with Thorne one by one to express their gratitude. Thorne smiled and watched them leave, then boarded Miller's carriage amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Mr. Carl, how did you do that?" Miller seemed quite excited about what had just happened.

"It's nothing, I just happened to know a nobleman, and I got it sorted out thanks to him," Thorne replied casually.

"Would you mind if I came to your house for lunch? Of course, I wouldn't eat for free." The fight had taken a toll on Thorne's energy, and he was a little hungry.

“It is an honor.” Miller drove Thorne back to his residence.

Miller's house is small, a two-story building. The first floor is filled with tables and chairs that are almost finished. "These were all custom-made and will be delivered in a few days."

Miller took off his coat and called upstairs, "Mia, hurry up and prepare lunch, I need to entertain our guests."

"Dad!" A pretty young girl ran down the stairs, followed by a middle-aged woman.

"Oh, Hannah." Miller patted the young woman's head. "Mia, go prepare lunch. We have guests today." The woman who came downstairs smiled and began preparing lunch.

Thorne was drawn to the trinkets in the cabinet next to him: wooden sculptures of soldiers, airplanes, and tanks.

"What are these for?" Thorne asked curiously. "Hannah, that little girl, likes these things and makes me make them every day. I can't refuse her." Miller shrugged.

Interesting, a little girl actually likes these things. "Do you dare accept my challenge?" Hannah challenged Thorne; she hadn't lost this game yet.

"Challenge, what challenge?" Thorne asked with interest. Hannah took out a simple map she had drawn and placed the action figures from the cabinet on the table.

“You can’t beat me.” Hannah challenged, head held high. “Is that so? I accept your challenge.” As a military enthusiast and a Paradox Interactive war criminal with thousands of hours of gaming experience, Thorne was also full of confidence.

After a brief explanation of the rules, the two sides began. From Hannah's actions, Thorne understood her tactics and was quite shocked. "This is... Blitzkrieg?" In this era where military thinking had stagnated, the mainstream ideas were still about firepower and caliber warfare, digging trenches and lying in wait. This little girl from the slums had actually figured out a mobile warfare tactic. One wonders what Guderian was thinking at this moment.

"Ah sneeze"

Guderian, still working, sneezed. At the Army Transport Department, he continued his research, refining his theories. However, the old fogies of the War Department were clearly uninterested; their tactical thinking was still stuck in World War I. Although there were many calls for reform within the military, they were selectively ignored.

Hannah was getting anxious. Her once-proud tactic seemed to be failing her; the further her troops advanced, the weaker her offensive momentum became. Conversely, the enemy's lines were becoming increasingly solid, and she was unable to break through their flanks.

“It’s my turn to fight back.” Thorne smiled slightly. Hannah’s theory was strong, but it was obviously not very professional, while he was a transmigrator.

Thorne first launched a pincer movement, then gathered other troops to strike deep into the enemy's rear, with some infiltrating and encircling, and others attacking the rear.

"It seems you don't have any reserves in your rear." Hannah was furious with this guy who was still grinning. Her most elite troops were surrounded and couldn't get out. They were being whittled down little by little, and her rear defenses were collapsing completely.

“I won.” Thorne struck a victorious pose. “Dad, he bullied me,” Hannah complained to Miller.

At first, Miller was just watching with amusement, but as he watched, he started to feel something was off.

Miller was somewhat pleased with Hannah's tactics, but he didn't expect that both sides would break away from current military thinking and use entirely new war strategies to mobilize and command.

“Mr. Carl, it’s a real shame you’re a businessman. You should go and teach those old fogies in the War Department a lesson,” Miller couldn’t help but praise.

Hannah, seeing her father siding with someone else, turned her head away angrily. Seeing her displeasure, Thorne couldn't help but laugh. The future Marshal Hannah of the Republic was, at this time, still a little girl with a bit of a temper.

Thorne pulled out a box of war games. "Here, take this. Don't be angry anymore, okay?" Hannah looked at the beautifully packaged war games and, forgetting her anger, took them and ran upstairs.

"I forgive you. I won't lose next time."

Miller looked at Thorne with a hint of helplessness and sighed. Hannah went upstairs and opened the box. This exquisite military chess set was far superior to anything she had made herself. Looking at the diverse array of pieces and the complex game rules, Hannah was so excited she almost screamed.

"Lunch is served!" Mrs. Mia greeted everyone with a smile. The lunch was sumptuous. "Is this fried chicken?" Thorne asked, looking at the delicious food on his plate.

“Yes, it’s absolutely amazing with my wife’s sauce,” Miller praised.

Dipped in the sauce, one bite and the sweet and sour taste explodes on the taste buds, simultaneously sparking Thorne's thoughts.

"You're a genius!" Thorne couldn't help but clap and cheer. He had been thinking about how to make his first fortune in Germany, and now his mind was opened, and Thorne had his own plan.

After lunch, Miller drove Thorne back to downtown Berlin.

"Thank you." Thorne thanked Miller. "Here is one hundred marks, please accept it."

Miller was a little incredulous and quickly declined, "Mr. Carl, this is too much."

Thorne shook his head. "No, Mr. Miller, the ideas you've given me go far beyond just one hundred marks."

Back at his residence, Butler Hammer approached him. "Your Highness, His Majesty William has invited you tonight. Please come over."

"Why would you ask me to do this?" Thorne asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Not just you, but also young nobles from other kingdoms and duchies, it's time for you to enroll," Hamo whispered a reminder.

"No!" Thorne cried out in anguish; he was already twenty-two years old. According to imperial regulations, all kingdoms and duchies within the empire were required to send members of their royal families or nobles to the Berlin Military Academy for further studies, and it seemed Thorne had been selected.

"Why do we have to go!" Thorne complained. He knew that the Kingdom of the Rhine had the Charlemagne Military Academy, which was no less prestigious than the Berlin Military Academy, and was filled with brilliant generals. In this world, the Kingdom of the Rhine's strength was, without exaggeration, on par with Prussia, and it even had its own navy.

Having traveled here for so long, Thorne has gained a deeper understanding of the history of this worldline.

The Kingdom of the Rhine, though called the Rhine, has extended its influence to the west bank of the Weser River, from the west bank of the Weser in the east to Luxembourg and Alsace in the west.

The Kingdom of the Rhine can challenge Prussia's position at any time if it so desires.

"If that king who betrayed Napoleon wasn't a genius, then he must have been a time traveler."

Everything in this timeline began to change with the king's defection; the gentle flapping of a butterfly's wings triggered a tsunami in history.

"It's all for the sake of Germany. His Highness agreed to join the North German Confederation back then because he didn't want to see the German people killing each other." Hammer guessed Thorne's thoughts.

“Alright, I’ll go.” Thorne could only nod helplessly. “By the way, Butler Hammer, could you help me find a chicken farmer? I need to take care of some things.”

“No problem.” Hamo nodded.

As darkness fell, kerosene lamps lit up the streets. Berlin's nightlife began, and Thorne gazed absently at the bustling streets.

William, I'm fucking hot!

Chapter Six: Himmler's German Dream

Young men from powerful kingdoms and noble families within the empire gathered here.

Wilhelm II of Prussia, His Highness Otto of the Rhineland, and His Highness Ferdinand of Bavaria welcomed the visitors.

Tonight's banquet is the entrance ceremony. They will start the ceremony, and the next day, instructors will lead them to the academy for their studies.

These noble children are supposed to complete four years of training, but Thorne obviously doesn't have to, since he also has a top-notch military academy.

He didn't want to stay there for even a day longer. He hadn't been to his own territory since he transmigrated, and besides, the Charlemagne Military Academy of the Rhine Kingdom was definitely one of the best in Europe. Since its establishment, it had trained more than a dozen marshals and countless high-ranking generals.

For example, in the Battle of Verdun, known as the "meat grinder," General Frank, a college graduate and army commander, turned the tide by launching ten consecutive assaults.

The kingdom then deployed its latest tanks, which completely shattered the morale of the French army, allowing the German army to capture Verdun and turn the tide of the entire war.

Looking at the three men on stage who seemed as close as brothers, Thorne couldn't help but think to himself, "These three probably wish the other one would fall to his death the moment he stepped outside."

Bavaria did not have much affection for Prussia, and also harbored resentment towards the Kingdom of the Rhine, which had remained neutral in the past.

Prussia was also very wary of the Rhine's strength, and the three families, each with their own agendas, maintained a delicate balance.

After the entrance ceremony, the three leaders went back to continue catching up, leaving everyone else to listen to the instructors explain the school rules.