"Give me three months—no, just one month—and I will deploy the gas to the front lines. I am certain I can crush the British and French forces. When that happens, a flood of wealth will pour into our country, and you will still be that wise and magnificent Emperor of ours!" Ludendorff said, kneeling on the floor with a frantic look in his eyes.
Looking at Ludendorff in this state, the Kaiser replied, "No, peace talks are already underway. If we launch an offensive now, the international fallout will be disastrous. Now, I need to change my clothes, and you should go change into something suitable for the ball as well." With that, the Kaiser called the servants from outside to help him dress.
Ludendorff rose to his feet in disappointment, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He knew this was his last chance; if he missed it, Germany would face insurmountable odds.
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