"Hahaha! Have the proud British finally decided to bow their noble heads?" Wilhelm II's face was wreathed in smiles, his complexion glowing with health.
To force the once-mighty British Empire to humble itself and sue for peace was undoubtedly something Wilhelm II could be proud of. After all, he had always made it his goal to drag Britain down from its throne as world hegemon. Originally, he had believed that goal might never be achieved. But now, it seemed that realizing it would be as easy as turning over one's hand. The British were all bark and no bite!
Germany's other senior officials were likewise beaming. Forcing Britain into such a state was undoubtedly a tremendous victory for them as well. That was the British Empire! The former ruler of the world! It possessed the broadest and greatest number of colonies in the world. Its fleet cruised across every ocean, cowing the entire globe.
Yet the war had only begun half a year ago, and the British were already on the verge of being knocked down by them. This outcome left Germany's senior officials both shocked and delighted.
Oscar was in quite a good mood as well. The British taking the initiative to seek peace undoubtedly meant they were nearly unable to hold on. This was naturally a good thing for Germany. Of course, Oscar did not advocate negotiating peace with the British. After all, no matter how they negotiated, before Britain was truly defeated, the gains they could obtain would be extremely limited. Only when the German Navy defeated the British Navy and the German Army landed in Britain would the British truly become afraid. Only then would they be like a frail lamb, left for Germany to slaughter as it pleased.
Although Britain and Germany were at war,