War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

"You said it very well! Mr. Kossuth. So when do we start? I received accurate information that the traitors will hold a meeting at the Pest Hotel tonight. They claim to redefine the fate of Hungary."

After hearing this, Kossuth sneered.

"A bunch of brainless idiots! The Austrian devil who was born evil killed so many people in Vienna and Frankfurt, how could he let us go?

Only 54 people survived the Battle of Pressburg, and only less than 3,000 of the 33,000 troops survived in the battle to recapture the Austrian-occupied areas.

Are the Austrians fighting? They are slaughtering! The behavior of those idiots who open the door to thieves will only hurt others and themselves!

Today! I will eliminate the bad blood in the Hungarian nation! They intermarried with the Austrians, and their noble bloodline has been tainted, but they don't know how to repent. They deserve to die!

Call Tyutkale over! Tell him that the Hungarian nation needs him and his self-defense force!"

Pest Hotel.

This ancient hotel is brightly lit tonight, and the periphery is full of luxurious carriages and crowds of people coming to watch.

In fact, these guys are still using the French model. The advantage of this model is that it is very powerful, but the disadvantage is that as long as the people in power are not selectively blind, they know what they are doing.

"Everyone! I have something to say, please listen carefully. Those college students and single-clothed nobles headed by Kossuth, they don’t know what rules and order are at all!

We, the real nobles, the real Hungarians, can no longer accept such stupid leadership! We must take action!"

A young nobleman in gorgeous clothes raised his arms and shouted, and the young people around him also shouted with blood boiling.

"Real Hungarians take action!"

Just as they supported Kossuth with passion and vitality

"Take action? What action?"

An old man sneered, and a young man shouted indignantly.

"We are going to protest in front of the parliament!"

The old man continued to sneer.

"Protest? Is protest useful? Have you forgotten the tragedy of Duke Bagnat?"

The atmosphere in the hotel froze instantly. It was no secret that Duke Bagnat was assassinated, and it was no secret that he was at odds with the Kossuth faction in power.

Duke Bagnat was assassinated at the most intense moment of the debate between the two sides, and it was hard not to think of something.

The Hungarian government's investigation results showed that the person who assassinated Duke Bagnat was a spy sent by the Austrian Empire, but the murderer mysteriously died in prison before the public trial began, which further confirmed people's speculation.

The thought that "protesting has no way out" flashed through everyone's mind instantly. Although the Pest Hotel was very lively at this time, most people did not have any real power, let alone the courage to fight against it.

Finally, the first person shouted the slogan "Down with Kossuth", but the voice was only sporadic and did not become a unified voice.

In fact, this was a game, but the people who set it up overestimated the courage of these people, and even if there were actors mixed in, they could not perform a good show that excited the crowd.

"We can't act rashly, that will only bring greater disasters!"

"That's right! Be extremely cautious"

"That's right."

The voices of those who waited and watched turned from the initial whispers into an unstoppable wave

The old man in fancy clothes looked extremely ugly, but after thinking about it, he changed the subject.

"Disaster? The poor have no jobs and can't afford to eat. There is a civil war all over Hungary, and the Austrians are about to be at the gates of the city. Is there anything worse than this?

We must change all this!"

As soon as the old man in fancy clothes finished speaking, someone stood up on the table to respond.

"Yes! We must change all this!"

But then another person stood up on the table and shouted loudly.

"It may be a disaster for us, but I don't think it may be a disaster for you nobles and businessmen who own industries and lands!"

"We are also doing this for your own good"

Before the old man in fancy clothes finished speaking, the noble in single clothes said again.

"I think you want to use us as guns? We will not be your scapegoats."

As soon as this was said, there was a lot of discussion, and no one suppressed these voices anymore.

A gunshot rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a bald, bearded man smiling as he put his gun back into his waist.

"Don't say those empty words! You can hire us to fight for our lives, but don't think of using us as volunteers!"

The old man in gorgeous clothes frowned after hearing this, and subconsciously looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes.

The latter also frowned at this time, because no one had made such a blatant request since the beginning of the Hungarian Revolution.

But the strong man in front of him was the police chief of Pest at the moment. If he could win over this person, then tonight's matter would most likely succeed.

If he couldn't win over, then their death was probably coming.

The new police chief of Pest was originally a death row prisoner. After the Hungarian rebellion broke out, the prison wall was torn down and a large number of prisoners were released, including this bald man.

In fact, in 1848, except for France, other countries had little experience in revolution.

Whether in Italy, Germany, or Eastern European regions such as Hungary, or even in some regions in later generations, there have been scenes of attacking prisons and releasing prisoners.

Some historians also talked about this with great relish. They felt that they were imitating the French in capturing the Bastille.

However, they overlooked that the French only released seven political prisoners when they captured the Bastille, and their purpose was not to release prisoners, but to occupy the arsenal.

Therefore, releasing prisoners did not play a positive role most of the time. On the contrary, these people took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and create chaos. Most of them were soon imprisoned again.

However, a small number of people succeeded in speculation and became the objects relied on by the new government.

Just like the police chief in front of him, it is obvious that becoming the police chief of the capital still cannot satisfy his appetite.

The young man in luxurious clothes smiled.

"If the revolution succeeds, the chief will be credited with the first merit. We are willing to jointly propose that you be promoted to the Minister of Justice."

The Minister of Justice is definitely a high-ranking official, but the bald man with a beard spat.

"Don't bother with those empty talkers. I want to be the chief of police in Budapest! This is my territory from now on!"

The young man in luxurious clothes twitched his mouth. He never expected that the guy in front of him would be so ugly, but fortunately this guy is short-sighted and will solve this problem later.

"Good!"

There were also sparse cheers from the crowd, but most people were still watching, because this scene was really ugly. In comparison, Kossuth and Petofi were just like saints.

The bald man with a beard narrowed his eyes and twisted his mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry to cheer. Words are not enough. Sign a document!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then something even more unbelievable happened. The two sides completed this dirty deal in the eyes of everyone's astonishment.

The young man in luxurious clothes and the director held each other's hands tightly and smiled at each other.

"Today, we will overthrow Kossuth's incompetent rule!"

But the next second, several gunshots were heard outside the house, followed by panic shouts from the crowd.

The director drew his pistol and walked out, followed by several of his men.

"Who is looking for death? How dare you come here to cause trouble!"

No one responded to him, only a few Congreve rockets streaked through the night sky like meteors.

The crowd gathered in the Pest Hotel suddenly burst into screams, but Qiutkalai, who was leading the team outside, showed no mercy.

"Listen, traitors of the Hungarian nation, tonight, your death will come!"