"Order the fleet to keep moving! If the Germans catch up with us, then we will fight them! The Austro-Hungarian Empire has already been destroyed by the Germans. If they catch us, we can only fight them to the bitter end. May God bless us!" Karl I said.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Admiral Anton Haus nodded. With no other options left, fighting to the bitter end had indeed become their only choice.
The Austro-Hungarian Army had been too spineless; under the Germans' assault, it had surrendered with ease. But the navy was different. Its fighting spirit was far stronger than that of the army, and its loyalty to the Austro-Hungarian Empire ran deeper as well.
Admiral Anton Haus believed that even though they were no match for the German Navy, once the German Navy caught up with them, they would still fight it to the bitter end.
However, Karl I had to be safely sent to the United States. Admiral Anton Haus had already decided that he would secretly send Karl I away that very night. Worried that Karl I would object, Admiral Anton Haus began considering how to get him away.
That night, after Karl I finished dinner, he soon began to feel drowsy. After informing Admiral Anton Haus, he returned to his cabin to rest. Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.
An hour later, Karl I's cabin door opened. By then, Karl I had already fallen unconscious, lying there like a dead pig. In truth, Admiral Anton Haus had slipped sleeping pills into Karl I's dinner.
Karl I was carried out of his cabin and transferred onto a Light Cruiser.
Admiral Anton Haus instructed the captain of that Light Cruiser to ensure that Karl I reached the United States safely.
The Light Cruiser then accelerated away from