"Your Majesty, it's too dangerous here. Please leave," Major General Himmond, Qin Tian's chief bodyguard, said with a worried expression.
Qin Tian nodded. He did not stubbornly insist on staying and moved away from the office window.
Major General Himmond hurriedly drew the curtains.
Although the defenses of the imperial palace and all of Berlin had been raised several levels after the war broke out to ensure Emperor Qin Tian of the Empire's safety, and although all the high points around the palace were under the Imperial Guard's control, there were also large numbers of security personnel and agents throughout Berlin, searching for any trace of potential enemies.
Yet at such a critical juncture, no amount of caution was excessive.
Everyone knew Qin Tian's status in the German Empire. Although Crown Prince Friedrich was nearly twenty-nine and had begun learning to handle the Empire's governmental affairs, Friedrich was clearly no match for Qin Tian in either ability or reputation. Thus, Qin Tian remained the indispensable leader of the German Empire. If anything happened to him, it would deal a fatal blow to both Germany and the war itself.
Perhaps for precisely this reason, Germany's hostile nations were doing everything in their power to assassinate Qin Tian. Even the imperial palace had suffered repeated attacks. Qin Tian's office, in particular, was often threatened by Sniper Rifles. Especially after Buru suffered grievous losses on the battlefield, Joseph had ordered Buru's NKVD to dispatch agents to assassinate Qin Tian. In Joseph's view, if Qin Tian could be killed, perhaps Buru's crisis could be resolved.
However, if the emperor of a world hegemon were so easy to assassinate, he would likely have died countless times already. Buru's intelligence network in Germany had organized no fewer than ten assassination attempts against Qin Tian. Yet none