There were stories about despite everyone knowing there was a set time for a ceasefire, the artillery kept going and units were still ordered to advance for some bit of territory. From the Christmas Truce of 1914 to murder.
I’m surprised there were mass mutinies at that point. When the High Commander gave his stirring speech in the courtyard about “The Fatherland” and being remembered as heroes when they go home, then commanding them back to the front, I was hoping some smart soldier would shoot him dead on the balcony. But nope, they all marched off to the final battle with minutes to the armistice taking effect.
Joseph Persico has written a very interesting book about that entitled Eleventh Month, Eleventh Day, Eleventh Hour. Those final days of the war were disorienting to the point of being surreal. Highly recommended.