Meanwhile, inside a house near St. Marienplatz.

"Sir, what should we do now?" Colonel Beru looked at Wolfgang with a panicked expression, while several officers, all of whom were Wolfgang's confidants, stood beside him.

Wolfgang remained silent, his face extremely grim. Today's events had completely deviated from his plans, and he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

Assassinating Von Palen in front of millions of people is never a good idea, because if the assassination fails, there will be a heavy price to pay.

Therefore, in the discussions with Dingle last night, they both concluded that the assassination should not take place at the rally, but rather that Von Palen should be secretly controlled in the Royal Castle to cover up this attempt to overthrow the regime as much as possible.

But the man with the dagger disrupted the plan. When he suddenly rushed onto the stage to assassinate Wolfgang, he was shocked and thought it was a Kosovois trying to kill him.

But when he saw that Von Palen had not been killed, but instead miraculously raised his fist and rallied the people, he realized that this must be a hoax orchestrated by Von Palen himself, who was trying to gain the people's trust by attempting an assassination.

Unexpectedly, several more assassins appeared and launched an attack. However, these assassins were not the ones who had been arranged. Therefore, Wolfgang could only guess that they were actually Kosovo people playing the role of assassins, and that this was a real assassination attempt.

When Wolfgang saw the second wave of assassins attacking Von Palen, he hoped they would succeed, because this was the worst-case scenario and the only way to make it real was to let Von Palen die at the rally.

But when the assassin was captured and von Palen remained unharmed, Wolfgang knew there was no other way. If he couldn't kill von Palen in the chaos, he would not only fail to overthrow his regime, but also deceive the people and plunge them into the abyss.

Therefore, Wolfgang had no choice but to change his mind and reluctantly put the subversive action on the table.

But even now, this still hasn't succeeded in killing Von Palen.

"Sir! Sir!" The continuous, urgent calls interrupted Wolfgang's worries.

"Your Majesty... Von Palen has been escorted out of the square and is now on his way back to the Royal Castle. What should we do next?" a brigadier general asked anxiously.

Wolfgang did not answer his question immediately, but instead scanned the faces of the crowd.

He could see panic, fear, and unease on these people's faces.

Wolfgang then took a deep breath and said with a grave expression, "Things have come to this point, there's no turning back."

"Gentlemen, if we cannot overthrow Von Palen's regime, we will all be executed."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the senior military officers present instantly turned pale.

Wolfgang continued, "I don't think any of you are foolish enough to still harbor the illusion that ceasing operations will earn you von Palen's forgiveness."

“That’s absolutely impossible. He never allows anyone to disobey him, and what we’re doing now is seen as betrayal by him. He will definitely kill everyone.”

“That bastard Bowerman will have his men torture our families to death. You know his ways, he’s a beast.”

At this point, some of the officers present trembled. They had all worked with Bowerman and, as colleagues, were well aware of the cruelty of his methods.

Wolfgang glanced at everyone's expressions and then said coldly, "So we can only succeed, we absolutely cannot fail."

“This is not just for us personally, but for our entire country. Von Palen has gone mad; he wants to drag everyone down with him. We cannot stand by and watch our country perish.”

"Everyone! Cheer up!" Wolfgang shouted.

"Yes, sir!" The crowd shuddered and immediately responded with firm gazes.

Wall straightened his back and shouted:

"Bring all available troops here immediately, head to the Royal Castle, and take it!"

"All those who intend to resist are traitors to the nation; exterminate them all!!"

"Go, let us save the country."

"Yes, sir!" the group replied in unison again, and then hurriedly left.

——

The violent jolts woke Von Palen slowly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Bowerman's slightly pale face in the dimly lit carriage.

Seemingly sensing Von Palen's gaze, Bowerman turned his face and revealed a look of surprise:

"Your Majesty, you're awake. How are you? Is there anything wrong with you?"

Feng Palen touched his swollen chin and frowned, asking, "What time is it now? Where are we?"

Bowerman quickly took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time in the dim candlelight of the carriage, and said, "Six twelve o'clock, Your Majesty, we are on our way back to the Royal Castle."

Fong Palen frowned and slowly sat up, reaching out to try and open the carriage door as he asked, "Has the riot been quelled?"

But as soon as his hand touched the carriage door, Bowerman pressed it down, saying, "Not yet, Your Majesty. Do not open the carriage door; it may be dangerous."

Upon hearing this, von Palen frowned and stared into Bowerman's eyes, asking, "What's the situation now?"

Bowerman lowered his eyes and said, "The rebels are rioting. It's been confirmed that it was started by that bastard Wolfgang, but everything is under our control and we'll be able to suppress them soon."

"You don't need to worry."

Seeing Bowerman's evasive gaze, von Palen said in a deep voice, "How many people can Wolfgang command? Why hasn't the riot stopped yet?"

Bowerman touched his nose, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Wolfgang has spread some false information, and many people haven't figured out the situation yet. They've taken advantage of that, so we can't quell the unrest in a short time."

"But it won't be long, Your Majesty. You can rest assured that this riot will end after tonight, and I will eliminate all those who betrayed you."

Upon hearing this, Von Palen did not respond; he was quietly listening to the sounds outside.

The sound of horses' hooves, wheels, and... the faint sound of gunfire.

Suddenly, he reached out and, before Bowerman could react, opened the carriage door by about twenty centimeters.

The night wind swept over me, carrying a chill I hadn't felt in the past few days, and a faint smell of gunpowder that I'd never smelled before.

Feng Palen stared intently, and under the cover of night, fires lit up many places in the city, accompanied by bursts of gunfire.

With a "snap," after only one glance, Feng Palen closed the carriage door.

“There are a lot of idiots,” he said indifferently, closing his eyes.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Bowerman echoed, looking at von Palen’s stern face.