There Is No Schlieffen in the German Empire - Chapter 93



93 – Episode 93 Aftercare.

With Britain suddenly responding to peace, the counterfeit project that had been prepared at great length was thrown into the air.

The sample pound was scheduled to be released in just six more months, but the British were lucky.

I called Schacht, the person in charge of counterfeiting, to dinner and expressed my gratitude for his hard work.

“I am sorry that your hard work did not see the light of day. “If you want to recognize your achievements, awarding them with medals and titles is not enough.”

“No, Your Majesty. “I know that it is best not to use counterfeit currency.”

“I’m glad you understand. “Eat a lot.”

The taste of jamon imported from Spain was not as great as its reputation. I emptied half of the food in my bowl, poured some wine into my glass, and took a sip.

“However, I feel sorry for the talented people we worked so hard to cultivate.”

I gave a hint about the ‘post-processing’ of the project. Shacht’s eyes sparkled.

Although not the hundreds originally planned, the number of prisoners mobilized at this stage reached dozens.

It was an order to kill all these people.

It was not a simple problem.

However, as we lived in this world, our sense of human life was bound to become infinitely dull. We live a life where we feel people as ink written on paper, so wouldn’t it be even more strange to value human life?

Right now, 650,000 German soldiers have died under my orders in this war.

If you combine the soldiers of the negotiating countries and the allies, millions of people would have been killed directly or indirectly.

Now, there was too much blood on my hands to be in fear for my life.

In the first place, I didn’t think the value of life in this world was high.

Shacht also seemed unimpressed by the loss of life that would soon occur.

“You can grow it again. “I have the know-how to make counterfeit bills, so don’t worry.”

“Anyway, just make sure there is no noise. “We will provide whatever you need as you request.”

“Your Majesty will never have any concerns.”

I felt a little relieved after receiving Shacht’s promise.

We did not talk about the ‘uncomfortable topic’ any more.

With that, the counterfeit project ‘never existed’.

It will be like that as long as there is no war.

If our enemies challenge us, the abandoned project will be put into operation again.

Since I have accumulated experience this time, I will be able to handle it faster then.

I poured wine into Schacht’s glass.

*

Although the German Empire entered into an armistice with the Entente before a formal peace treaty, it did not mean the end of the war.

“Officially, Mecca, Medina, and the western coast of Arabia all the way to Yemen are the territory of the Ottoman Empire.”

Even if it was only nominal territory, the cause was important.

Didn’t they rip Egypt off from Britain for that very reason?

The Kaiser also wanted to set an example to Saud and Mecca.

Falkenhayn sent a telegram to Alexander von Kluck.

“Use this opportunity to wipe out all of Ottoman’s evil presence.”

It was time to get rid of both the Sharif Hashemite family of Mecca and Saud, who were trying to expand their power into western Arabia.

“The soldiers are hoping to return home, so it won’t be easy.”

If you asked the soldiers to continue fighting when the war was over, there was no way they would easily accept it.

Falkenhayn came up with a simple solution to Kluck’s point.

“We only need to leave volunteers. “If the salary is high, it won’t be a problem.”

There was no need to use a large army to deal with them anyway.

Alexander von Kluck accepted his command.

A few days later, on October 5, Kluk began a subjugation operation on the west coast of Arabia in cooperation with the Ottoman Empire.

“The target is the magic enemies of Mecca and Saud.”

Sharif and Hussein in the 160s were born into the most noble social status in Arab countries. He said that no sultan of the Ottoman Empire had blood as sacred as that of Hasan ibn Ali, Muhammad’s maternal grandson.

If God knew it was fair, Hussein should have become the Arab Caliph and lead the old Islamic empire.

But Allah did not do that.

Hussein thought.

God does not help those who do nothing and try to get something for nothing.

Hussein rebelled and took control of Mecca. He captured the governor and shook the rule of the Ottoman Empire.

When the revolt broke out in Arab countries, his judgment seemed right.

However, all thoughts lost their meaning when the German-Ottoman alliance moved south.

“Britain has abandoned us.”

Britain truly abandoned their Arab allies.

Still, I had a feeling of ‘no way’.

While Britain maintained its standoff with Germany, although it was unstable, it was not attacked.

But the moment the peace treaty was signed, Hussein realized that he had been completely abandoned.

If Britain wanted to consider them, there should have been ‘mention’ about the western Arabian region, where the Ottomans only had ‘suzerainty’.

Britain did not include any consideration for them in the peace treaty.

It was the moment when everything ended.

The German-Ottoman army marched south toward Mecca without hesitation even though the war was over.

Hussein hesitated as he did not know what to do in response to the allied forces’ offensive to ‘recapture’ Mecca.

There were enough troops, but the enemy was carrying poison gas that would render those troops useless.

Fortunately for Hussein, the allies understood the symbolism of Mecca.

They only surrounded themselves and asked Hussein for negotiations.

“If Sharif surrenders obediently, I promise to treat him leniently.”

“How can you believe that?”

“The Sultan is also a Muslim. “What good can there be to harm the prophet’s descendants?”

After several negotiations, Hussein decided to give up Mecca.

“Maybe I was lucky.”

Hussein bowed down to the offer to live a life of pension in Kostantinye.

Still, Hussein was lucky.

The leader of the magic bandits, Saud, will not even get a chance to do that.

Thinking about that, Hussein felt his heart relax.

The allies rested for a few days in Mecca and then resumed their southward movement along the coast.

Abdul Aziz, who had just retreated from South Arabia, was surprised by the alliance’s advance.

“Are these guys really planning to end us?”

I could not believe the actions of the German-Ottoman army, which went on the offensive even though the war was over.

Just one week.

In a short period of time, the German-Ottoman alliance advanced to Yemen in southwestern Arabia and reestablished the emirates that Saud had worked hard to destroy. Half of the vast Saud nation evaporated in an instant.

‘You just have to find that territory again.’

Abdul Aziz tried to relieve his anger. For Saud, conquest was not that difficult.

If Germany withdrew, it was only a matter of time before the sick Ottomans would be kicked out and Arabia would be unified.

Abdul Aziz took the time to explain his ‘mistake’ by sending a letter to the German commander.

“We only participated in the war under the pressure of the cunning British, and had no intention of actively fighting. The fact that we withdrew from the Levant before your troops could participate is evidence of this.”

It wasn’t completely wrong.

Kluk snorted at Saud’s explanation.

However, there was a risk that the German army’s expedition to Saud would break the agreement.

I had no intention of shedding more blood in the desert.

Kluk signed a ceasefire agreement with Saud.

“There is no need to take all your baggage with you when you withdraw. “Withdraw the troops.”

The German army hastened its withdrawal, abandoning a huge amount of military supplies at the camp.

In the meantime, he sent a letter to the Rashr family of Jabal Shammar, Saud’s old enemy.

“We have a gift to deliver to Saud, and we would like you to deliver it for us.”

Abdul Aziz al-Rashir, Emir of Jabal Shammar, gladly accepted this gift.

“Poison gas. “It’s a great way to communicate.”

Jabal Shammar, who saw the large amount of gas and ‘torture officers’ left behind by the German army, did not shy away from the opportunity for revenge he longed for.

“Advance to Riyadh!”

When Jabal Shammar launched an offensive, Abdul Aziz responded confidently at first.

“Laughing bastards. “You’re going to defeat us without the Ottomans or the Germans?”

Abdul Aziz was confident that he would win without difficulty.

Until I tasted ‘poison gas’.

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“Kehek.”

As soon as Jabal Shammar’s army fired artillery, the Saud army screamed and fell. There were gas masks, but it was impossible to wear them in the hot desert weather.

The Saud army screamed and retreated repeatedly.

“Poison gas, you damn bastards.”

Just because the Wahhabi army was burning with fanaticism, it did not mean they were not afraid. After seeing a person die from blisters blowing up or dying without being able to breathe, I couldn’t help but feel a fear that I had never felt before.

“They say that if you die from poison gas, you will not be able to go to heaven, which Allah has granted.”

When morale dropped to the ground, rumors like this began to circulate.

“I will behead all those who talk nonsense.”

Abdul Aziz tried to control morale in his own way, but it was no use.

On a sunny day in November, the capital of the Emirate of Riyadh, which was growing rapidly with the momentum to take control of Arabia, fell.

It was the third destruction faced by the House of Saud.