Chapter 37, Incomprehensible Capital

Spring breezes brushed the face, heralding the revival of all things. Under the sunlight, the withered chastetree began to sprout fragrant red buds again, as if narrating the cyclic nature of history.

The rehearsal before the military parade had started, but observing the troops converging from around the world, Schlieffen was not pleased at all.

Regardless of whether it was a group of officers or ordinary soldiers, there was no essential difference as they marched in the square formations.

The Prussian Army was indeed elite, but the troops participating in the parade from other regions were not mere straws either. It was impossible to stand out by stepping on the shoulders of others.

"Trying to be conspicuously innovative" was simply wishful thinking. All parade sequences were preset, and the participating troops only needed to follow the plan.