The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

Solomon Rothschild was very angry. He was usually called King Solomon.

Today, not only did some people dare to disobey him, but they even dared to scold him in Russian, which is unbearable.

Vienna is Solomon's hometown, and this Caesar Hotel is his palace.

In history, Solomon spent money to buy the most expensive hotel in Vienna, and then used it as his own residence.

In Solomon's eyes, it was still easy to drive a few Russian invaders out of his palace.

"You guys go down and have a look, I don't want to hear this sound again." Solomon said coldly.

The servants were immediately relieved, and finally found a scapegoat. It seemed that "His Majesty the King" was planning to take his anger out on these people.

Solomon's men were convinced that their "His Majesty the King" could handle everything, so they rushed downstairs impatiently, preparing to teach the intruders a lesson they would never forget.

Only Solomon's steward felt that it was a little inappropriate to do things this way, but Solomon was clearly overwhelmed by anger at this time.

After all, the poor information that the Rothschild family is proud of is useless in front of Franz, a traverser.

Even without the knowledge of the traversers, as long as Franz thinks about it, it is easy to smooth out the information gap with the Rothschild family as a royal family.

Rothschild is a deified name, and behind them is actually a huge information asymmetry.

Nathan Rothschild was able to harvest the London stock market with this, and Solomon Rothschild also harvested Austria with this.

However, in front of Franz, their advantages disappeared. And Solomon, who had lost his usual weapon, felt very frightened, and the extreme of fear was anger.

Solomon's men rushed downstairs, but the torrent of anger stopped abruptly like a stormy sea.

There were not many people on the other side, but they seemed to be tall and big, and they were not in a panic. Judging from their clothes, there was a high possibility of hiding a pistol on their body.

In this era, it is not uncommon for rich people's bodyguards to carry guns when they go out. Vienna will not ban guns until after 1849.

At this time, it was not uncommon for Vienna to have guns in arms shops, bars, and even grocery stores.

However, it is unusual for such a large group of bodyguards with guns to appear together, and it is undoubtedly a difficult opponent.

And Solomon's subordinates have an absolute advantage in numbers, but the opponent has no fear. Obviously, the opponent is confident, either has a strong background, or is a group of desperadoes.

Of course, Solomon's men felt that the latter was more likely, because in their eyes the Russians were a bunch of reckless, uncivilized barbarians.

But once courage is lost, it is very difficult to get it back. Solomon's subordinates immediately froze and didn't know what to do.

At this time, the Russian leader spoke first. Vasily was not afraid of the mob in front of him, not even of death, but he really didn't dare to offend the big man inside.

"Wait!" Vasily put his hand into his coat pocket, but it caused a lot of exclamation.

"What are you doing! Don't move, we are not afraid of you!"

Although Solomon Rothschild was known as King Solomon, he did not have a real army under his command.

If there had been an army, he would not have fled in embarrassment in 1848.

In fact, Solomon is so suspicious that his bodyguards are actually a group of bank employees for safety reasons.

These bank employees don't even have much experience in fighting. They are just used to being aggressive and a little ruthless.

But in the face of real desperadoes, they are like elementary school students going to the teacher's office for the first time, lacking confidence.

Vasily spoke in not-so-fluent German.

"Excuse me, I can give you a sum of money, please leave as if nothing happened, okay?"

After speaking, Vasily took out a stack of banknotes, 20 50 florin notes, a total of 1000 florin.

(At this time in the Austrian Empire, the annual salary of ordinary soldiers was 100 florins, and 1,000 florins was equivalent to ten years of military pay for an ordinary soldier, which is definitely not a small amount.)

However, the most important thing for Solomon's subordinates is money. Seeing such a small amount of money, they immediately regained their confidence, and they were even more sure that the other party was some desperadoes with lives.

Although they can't beat each other, there are gendarmes in Vienna, and Mr. Solomon is a good friend with Prime Minister Metternich, so they don't have to be afraid no matter what they think.

"Hmph, 1,000 florins? That's great, I'll give you 2,000 florins, get out immediately."

Sacconi returned coldly and threw the money in Vasily's face.

Vasily seemed a little helpless, stepped forward and strangled Sacconi's neck, and before those men of Solomon could react, they put the black muzzle of the gun on Sacconi's temple.

Then Vasily made a silent movement under the shocked eyes of everyone.

"Can you leave, I beg you."

But Vasily did not put down the single-shot pistol that was pressed against Sacconi's temple. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Do you know who we are?"

"Whose people?"

"We are Lord Solomon's bodyguards, let me go, or you will be thrown into the Danube to feed the fish."

"Oh, who is Solomon?" Vasily said a little excitedly.

"Aren't you stepping on a horse and pretending to be a fool? Is there any Master Solomon? Solomon Rothschild, who in Europe doesn't know our boss?" Sacconi roared.

"Oh, it's the Jew who is a son of a bitch," said Vasily contemptuously.

This sentence annoyed Solomon's bodyguards, most of them were Jews, and they all drew their pistols and pointed at Vasily.

And Vasily's men never refused to come, and they pulled down the cabinet next to them, and the two sides immediately became tense.

The hotel manager originally planned to go upstairs to greet the distinguished guests, but was frightened out of his wits when he saw this scene.

While no one noticed, the hotel manager carefully retreated down the stairs. He wanted to go to the gendarmerie immediately to report the incident. After all, the two people upstairs were the guests of Prime Minister Metternich.

This kind of discord between big shots is beyond his control as a hotel manager.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw something more terrifying, Grand Duke Karl, and his guard.

The guard of Grand Duke Karl is essentially different from the guards of other nobles, because it is basically an army.

Almost everyone in the guard is a soldier of the Austrian Empire. They have been on the battlefield and killed people. Even the most powerful gang in Vienna can't match their power.

The hotel manager didn't know why Archduke Karl came, he only knew that if Archduke Karl went upstairs and was hit by a stray bullet, or found out that he was actually fighting here... He couldn't bear to think about the scene.