65 Chapter 65

Prime Minister MacDonald frowned and pondered for a while before relaxing again. "It must be very slow, right? No need to worry, no need to worry." 150 tons sounds intimidating, but if it's as slow as a turtle, what's the difference between that and a fixed turret? There are ways to destroy such an overweight tank.

Wilhelm responded calmly, "It has a speed of 40 kilometers per hour. Is that slow? And the armor thickness is over 200MM. Do you have guns that can penetrate it?"

Prime Minister MacDonald was genuinely surprised this time. "40 kilometers per hour? Impossible! How could they develop an engine of such power with their industrial level?" What tank engine could drive a tank over 150 tons to reach a speed of 40 kilometers per hour? Could Soviet engine technology surpass Europe's? That's impossible; those Slavic folks couldn't possibly create such a powerful engine!

I don't know either; I'm just making it up. "I heard they equipped it with a naval ship's engine."

"..." Prime Minister MacDonald carefully considered it and thought that it might not be impossible. 150 tons, considering its size, it could indeed be fitted with a small naval ship's engine, right?

Wilhelm emptied the drink in his glass. "Perhaps the day they officially mass-produce this 'super tank' will be the day they invade Europe. If we aren't prepared, we'll be engulfed by their steel flood. Oh, and one more thing. Your country is mistaken if it thinks that will be the end of their ambitions. Do you think they only have super tanks for their army?"

Prime Minister MacDonald's eyebrows raised with a feeling of unease creeping over him, and he quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Over there in the Soviet Union, they have plans for a 'super battleship.' Would you like to hear its data?" Wilhelm once again brought out the data for the "super battleship" to frighten this esteemed prime minister. He couldn't help but suppress a smile as he saw beads of sweat forming on MacDonald's pale face.

"..." Prime Minister MacDonald was genuinely shocked by the data of this "super battleship." His mind was in a mess, and after a while, he thought of a crucial question. "Your Highness, how do you know all this so clearly?" This information should be Soviet classified; how could the Germans know it in such detail? It was as if those design blueprints were lying right on his office desk.

Wilhelm snapped his fingers towards a distant waiter, got a new drink, and then spoke calmly, "Prime Minister, you don't have to doubt, because those blueprints were provided by us."

"You??!!" If it weren't for the situation and his position, Prime Minister MacDonald really wanted to grab Wilhelm's collar and slap him a few times while loudly asking what the hell these bastards were up to?! Were they trying to drag the whole of Europe into the grave with them?!

Seeing the flames about to spew from Prime Minister MacDonald's eyes, Wilhelm looked innocent and said, "We had no choice either. The economic crisis is sweeping the world, and if we don't find a way, our family will become another Louis XVI. The Soviets offered an offer we couldn't refuse, and we had to agree. I can also tell you that the Soviets want to get the blueprints for the 'super bomber' from us. Although we haven't made any progress yet, if we can't divert the attention of our people, the pressure might turn into motivation for us, and we might indeed come up with the blueprints."

They even have a "super bomber"? Though he heard that they haven't managed to design it yet, he quickly asked, "How do you divert the attention?"

Wilhelm sighed inwardly, having spent the whole evening being hesitant to bring up the topic. "The Rhineland. If we can reclaim the Rhineland, at least the German people will be excited for a while, if not a year, then at least half a year."

After waiting for a while and seeing no reaction from Prime Minister MacDonald, who just drank silently with no expression on his face, Wilhelm realized there would be no response tonight. He slightly bowed, signaling that there was nothing more to discuss, and turned to leave. Approaching a table piled with various delicate pastries, he picked up a small silver plate and took a few pastries.

These cunning old foxes!!

If I can land in England in the future and defeat you all, I will definitely grab you and whip you, then throw you into concentration camps, making you toil until death!!

Biting the pastry with resentment, he was in the midst of cursing when a timid childish voice came from behind, "Prince Wilhelm?"

"?" Wilhelm turned his head and saw a cute, fair, and beautiful little girl standing hesitantly there.

Hey, who is this little girl from? So young and already so lovely; she will definitely grow up to be a great beauty. Wilhelm bent down, showing a kind smile. "Little girl, do you know me? What's your name?"

The little girl blushed shyly. "I'm Elizabeth."

Elizabeth? The only person attending this level of banquet with that name seemed to be only one. "Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor?"

Seeing the girl nod excitedly, Wilhelm almost burst out laughing. So she was the future queen from the later times. "Princess Elizabeth, do you have something to ask me?"

Elizabeth quickly took a book out of her cute bag; it was an English version of "The Little Prince." Wilhelm immediately understood. So, this little princess is also a girl who loves to read. She must want him to sign it.

Elizabeth held the book towards him. "Is this a book written by Prince Wilhelm?"

Wilhelm nodded. "Of course. Do you like this book, Princess Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth nodded eagerly. "I love it! Can you sign it for me?"

"That would be my honor." Wilhelm took the book and the pen, signing it as he asked, "Princess, do you like this kind of storyline? I'm currently contemplating a new adventure fairy tale, and would you like to be the protagonist, Princess Elizabeth?"

"Wow!" Elizabeth covered her mouth in disbelief, then finally asked hesitantly, "Is it really possible?"

"Of course, why not? Let's pinky swear on it." There's nothing wrong with changing a name. Wilhelm extended his hand to make a pinky promise with her. "But Princess, you don't have to call me 'Prince.' It sounds a bit distant between relatives. How about calling me 'brother'?"

Elizabeth obediently agreed. "Brother Wilhelm."

"Very sweet. Did Elizabeth come alone?" Wilhelm inquired.

"My mother brought me here." She pointed in a direction.

"Oh my goodness, a true goddess!" Following Elizabeth's direction, Wilhelm's eyes widened.

Although he had four beautiful secretaries accompanying him daily, which elevated his aesthetic sense, this woman still gave him a dazzling feeling. She exuded an elegance and nobility that made all men feel ashamed and unable to approach, leaving them only to admire from afar.