Holy Roman Empire

The weather in Vienna in January 1848 was exceptionally cold, and the snow and ice had not melted.

The wind was blowing, and Franz shuddered. The aristocratic officers behind him were even more unbearable, and many people were already shivering.

If it weren't for Franz who was also on the training ground, they would have gone back to the house to warm up.

There is no way, the glory of the nobility will not allow them to flinch at this time.

Lieutenant General Albrecht, who was in charge of training, showed a satisfied smile. He did not expect Franz would use this method to involve the old soldiers in training.

Ice and snow are the time to hone one's will. Franz knew that Austria's peace day was coming to an end. Once the March Revolution broke out, what was the safest place?

There is no doubt that it is military camp!

Whether it is to suppress the rebellion or run away, it is safer to stay in the army than in the palace.

The group of noble officers behind them is Franz's team. Although they are not expected to be reliable in any way, they always have to try.

When you find that your teammates are bad, don't panic, don't be afraid, in fact your enemy is even worse!

This is the confidence of Franz, no matter how bad the city defense army is, isn't that the army?

The enemy he is facing is not a world power, not even the army. If the enemy can handle a gun, then he loses!

"stand at attention!"

"Everyone runs a lap around the training ground. Those who can't complete the task have no food this morning!"

Albrecht issued a cold order, and many people shivered on the field under the cold wind.

This training ground is not small, it is more than ten kilometers in a circle, and it is too difficult for these nobles who are respected and superior.

Waiting for them to refuse, Franz had already taken the lead in front and could not help but grit his teeth to keep up.

Who told their family to boast Haikou? Franz had banqueted these officers long before training began.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, they forgot what they were. Without thinking, he agreed to Franz's request.

Well now, to accompany the Crown Prince to train, whoever advises who is a grandson, they must persist in order to honor the nobles.

Otherwise, get ready to be the laughingstock of the aristocracy! It ’s okay not to keep your promise, but it depends on who you are targeting?

Many people are waiting for Franz to be unbearable, and they take the opportunity to demand a reduction in training intensity. Even if you can take care of the Crown Prince's face, they don't have to suffer.

Obviously, the final result disappointed everyone. Franz's body has been exercised from a young age to a large one. He can still run down these dozen kilometers.

Breakfast began, and Franz and the noble officers who had finished running ate bread, drank milk, and quietly looked at the large army that was still moving fast.

Seeing that someone fainted and was carried down for treatment, everyone did not forget to give pointers, as if these people were the shame of the aristocracy, so that the rest did not dare to follow suit easily.

Everyone is face-to-face, and in the public eye, no one wants to admit that he is a waste.

Besides, Franz is not looking for everyone. Most of the participants in this training are teenagers in their twenties and twenties. Old churros are naturally not among them.

In Franz's view, these second and middle-aged boys can still be rescued, and they may be able to become the backbone of the Austrian Empire.

Even if the old fritters are cultivated, no matter how they are cultivated, the essence of the Imperial Ascaris cannot be changed. The stronger the ability, the greater the harm.

Seeing that the last officer was finished, Franz didn't laugh, but instead clapped.

"Prince, they are so poor. Why do you applaud?" An officer next to him asked in cooperation.

Franz said conscientiously: "No, their performance is not bad. Although the process has turned a little bit, they still insist on completing the task. This is a qualified soldier, of course, his physical fitness needs to be strengthened!"

After hearing this, everyone's face suddenly turned overcast, yes, they completed the task and did not embarrass themselves.

One by one self-consolation, military soldiers, taking order completion as the first element, what is the process of twists and turns?

Franz isn't stupid, how can he deliberately hit everyone's morale? Don't look at how bad these aristocrats are, in fact they are not bad at all.

I have received military education since I was a child. Hearing to the ears, he is better than most civilian officers. However, he was gradually turned into a son-in-law by no one behind him.

To save the Austrian empire, we must first save the next generation of Austrian nobles. Only when these people stand up can this empire be truly strong.

In fact, Franz wanted to enter the army long ago. Unfortunately, because he is too young, he is not yet 18 years old. If it was not for the January Revolution, he would have no reason to convince his family.

Looking at the easy-to-follow teenagers in front of him, he knew that the road of training was long and arduous.

Right now it's too late, you can only use it, presumably a short-term assault, probably a group of black people, right?

With the "Labor Protection Law" at the base, the general public should not die with the government?

Historically, the March Revolution in Vienna can be disintegrated by political means. The May Revolution broke out later, and the government couldn't control the situation and carried out strategic transfers.

"set!"

Albrecht's solemn voice sounded. The resting officers dragged their exhausted bodies and slowly arranged in the queue.

Looking at Albrecht's angry iron face, Franz knew that the general felt ashamed of his men.

The queue was neat, but with that mental look, Franz recalled the college military training, all of which were like eggplants beaten by frost.

Suddenly Albrecht smiled slightly, and Franz knew that someone was going to be unlucky.

I saw Albrecht holding the baton, came down from above, and screamed from behind him.

Franz habitually looked back and saw a fat man lying on the floor very comically. If he looked closely, he would find that there was a footprint behind his ass.

"What to see!"

Albrecht's icy voice sounded, and everyone quickly glanced back. This time everyone is more energetic. With a chicken, no one wants to be the second one.

Even so, screams still sounded from time to time, Albrecht waved his baton, watched the non-standard one came at once, and helped to correct the mistake.

There is no way, the noble officers are old soldiers. Except for Albrecht's high-level coach, other instructors have no courage to move them.

Now is a rare opportunity. If you miss this time, it is not easy to find people in the barracks.

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