The Rise of German empire

As the evening settled over Königsberg, Oscar stood in the warm glow of the dining room, surrounded by the officers of the 8th Army. He had greeted them with a smile, shaking hands and making small talk, all while masking the simmering frustration within. The incident with Lieutenant General Prittwitz, who had snubbed him by not showing up for the welcome, weighed heavily on his mind. Yet, he knew that maintaining a composed exterior was essential to ensure the support of the army's generals.

Oscar had a dual purpose in this visit: not only was he the new commander of the 8th Army, but as the Crown Prince, his actions here would carry significant weight, not just in the military but throughout the Empire. Despite the tension with Prittwitz, he had to focus on the larger picture. The strength of the 8th Army was paramount, and that required the backing of the men in this room.

Dinner proceeded smoothly, despite the absence of one key officer. General François and General Mackensen had already prepared for Oscar's arrival, eager to make the new commander feel welcomed and supported. The conversation turned to the future of the army as the generals looked to Oscar for direction.

"Everyone, the current international situation is becoming more tense," Oscar began, his voice steady and confident. "War will break out, and I assure you, it will not be more than five years from now. We must be ready. Our enemy will be the Russians, but they will be no match for us. We have the advantage in both tactics and equipment. And with your leadership, we will not only survive—we will dominate."

His words struck a chord with the men present. As soldiers, they were driven by the promise of glory, of military achievements that would elevate them in rank and honor. The prospect of a war with Russia, despite its risks, was an opportunity to rise in the ranks through valor and success. Promotions, medals, and prestige—all of these were within reach as long as they performed in the face of battle.

Oscar's strategic brilliance in understanding the thirst for military glory played to the room's ambitions. The 8th Army, with its divisions and reserves, was prepared to engage the Russians. The generals knew that a successful campaign could lead to immense personal rewards. However, despite the optimism, they also understood the enormous challenges ahead. Russia's vast numbers posed a significant threat. Yet, the promise of victory was enough to fuel their resolve.

"Your Highness," General Hindenburg's voice broke into his thoughts as the meal wound down. The two men, along with Brigadier General Ludendorff, remained at the table, their discussion turning to more delicate matters. "General Prittwitz's behavior is a direct challenge to your authority. It's essential that you address this soon. If you don't, your credibility in the army will suffer."

Ludendorff nodded in agreement. "If His Highness does not take decisive action now, the influence of Prittwitz—who enjoys the favor of William II—will continue to undermine your command."

Oscar's jaw tightened. He had already made up his mind about Prittwitz. Despite the man's close ties with Emperor William II, his behavior had been nothing short of insubordinate. He had openly defied the authority of the 8th Army's new commander by choosing to "be sick" on the day of his arrival. This kind of defiance could not go unpunished. However, the situation was complicated. Prittwitz was not only a favorite of the Emperor, but he also had strong connections with Moltke, a powerful figure within the military hierarchy. Removing Prittwitz from his post would be no simple task, especially given the political ramifications.

"If possible, it is best to transfer Prittwitz away from the 8th Army," Ludendorff suggested. "His presence here will only cause further friction, and his loyalty will always be in question."

Oscar sighed deeply. He had hoped for a smooth transition, but Prittwitz's actions left him with no choice but to act swiftly and decisively. "I agree," he replied, his voice calm but resolute. "I'll send a telegram to Berlin immediately, requesting that he be removed from the 8th Army. As for the successor to the 17th Army, I'll leave that decision to you. I need it on my desk by tomorrow."

Hindenburg and Ludendorff exchanged a glance, both of them visibly relieved by Oscar's firmness. "Yes, Your Highness," they responded in unison, their respect for the Crown Prince growing with each word.

Oscar's heart hardened as he considered the consequences of his actions. If he succeeded in transferring Prittwitz, it would not only solidify his control over the 8th Army but also send a strong message to all who might challenge his authority. The 8th Army needed to be a well-oiled machine, and a loose cannon like Prittwitz would only serve to derail that vision.

Yet, he knew this decision would have consequences far beyond the military. Removing Prittwitz would undoubtedly further strain his already delicate relationship with Moltke, whose political influence had been a constant source of tension between them. But as Oscar saw it, he could not afford to let such considerations dictate his actions. The looming war demanded strength and unity, and if removing Prittwitz was necessary to achieve that, then he would do so, regardless of the fallout.

For Oscar, this was more than just a military decision; it was a test of his leadership. The road ahead was fraught with challenges, but his resolve was firm. The 8th Army, under his command, would be a force to be reckoned with. And no one—not even the Emperor's favored generals—would stand in his way.