War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

"A meal?" Although Franz was mentally prepared, he still underestimated the limits of some people.

The veteran who spoke was sarcastic, but Franz didn't mind, because this was what the Habsburg royal family and the Austrian imperial government owed them.

Franz winked at his friends, and they knew what to do.

Although they usually lead the "dog-leggers" to bully others, they are also frighteningly skilled in acting as the "dog-leggers". After all, they have never eaten pork and have never seen a pig run away?

One by one, they picked up wooden sticks from the ground and smashed them at the internal staff who were kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands, muttering words while beating them back.

"Kneel down, don't raise your head, put your hands behind your head."

They do this to imply that others should not think about resisting while beating. Those who are beaten are because they have made mistakes. As long as they do not make mistakes, they will not be beaten. Naturally, those who have been beaten will not help those who have not been beaten before. People who have helped themselves.

These teenagers have an extremely accurate sense of people's hearts when they bully others.

The stage suddenly burst into wailing. Franz couldn't kill everyone except the main culprit. Austrian law really couldn't do anything to them. If he was lucky, he would be reinstated in a few days.

So Franz needed a bigger crime, such as being unfavorable to members of the royal family. However, based on the style of the Austrian Imperial Government, it would probably turn a major issue into a trivial matter. Except for a few scapegoats, the others would at best be driven out of Vienna.

This kind of punishment is not enough. The veterans in the audience risked their lives to defend this country, but in their later years they can only eat one meal a day.

People who do these things can't just use a word of bad ethics to get rid of it. They have to pay the price, and there are also those who are picking up the benefits behind their backs while picking themselves clean.

Franz wanted to get closer and take a look at the veteran who had spoken before, but when he got closer, he realized that the other person was blind.

Franz didn't know what to say for a moment, but the other party spoke first.

"I was wounded on the battlefield, but it was neither the enemy nor friendly forces that hurt me, but the gun in my hand.

It was the Battle of Wagram, and my regiment was responsible for blocking the French flank. The two sides fought repeatedly near the high ground, and corpses and flags filled the battlefield.

Finally it was my company's turn to attack, and as a private in the first row I was lucky not to be hit by enemy bullets along the way. At that time, I aimed at an unlucky guy who was loading bullets. Following the company commander's order, I pulled the trigger.

Then there was no fire from the muzzle, but a wave of air rushing towards me. My gun exploded and I became blind. "

The veteran smiled to himself.

"That's my story, and I guess that's what you want to ask."

The explosion of a rifle's chamber should be the greatest mockery that the God of Destiny can make to such a warrior who is not afraid of death, but it is also a mockery of a country's industrial strength and logistics system.

Can soldiers really kill the enemy boldly with such unreliable weapons?

Even a slight hesitation in picking up the rifle may cost you your life. One person hesitates, two people hesitate, and the hesitations of thousands of people turn into fear.

An army shrouded in fear will become a lamb to be slaughtered, or it will be swallowed up by anger and act unintentionally. In increasingly cruel wars, the above two sometimes not only fail to help, but even have the opposite effect.

"I'm sorry." Franz bowed solemnly.

There were only three words (or just one simple word), but the veteran laughed loudly, and then burst into tears.

He had waited too long for this "I'm sorry". Over the years, many people had laughed at him and said he was unlucky.

Even those gentle and dignified people would at most say sorry after learning what happened to him. They might feel a little guilty in their hearts, but they never felt that they were at fault.

Franz returned to the stage, took a deep breath, and tried to use his loudest voice so that everyone could hear him clearly.

"I'm sorry. The country and the royal family are sorry for all of you. You once risked your lives against the enemy on the battlefield for this country. You should have received better care.

But the country and the royal family have failed you, and now I, Franz Joseph von Habsburg, will see to it that you get what you deserve. "

The veterans were moved when they heard Franz's name, but there was also a hint of dimness in their eyes.

"I know what you are thinking? You have heard such things and words more than once. But there are still people who dare to bully you and deduct your military pay."

The veterans were silent.

"Bring it in!"

Franz gave the order, and someone came in carrying heavy boxes. Inside were pieces of brand new military uniforms, the same style as those worn by Franz and others.

Soon the veterans were asked to put on new military uniforms, and some veteran royal guards with limited mobility helped them change into them.

"You are soldiers and will be soldiers all your life. The blood you have shed will not be in vain. If someone bullies you again or deprives you of your due treatment, just wear this military uniform and go out on the street, and someone will naturally take charge of it for you. justice."

Franz looked at the veterans who had put on new military uniforms and still lined up neatly. There was an emotion in his chest and he saluted as a military salute.

At this time, both the royal guards and Franz and his party all saluted the military salute, and the veterans returned the salute equally solemnly.

Franz put down his hand and looked at the food in the pot. It was not easy for the clear soup to be watery and viscous to appear in one dish at the same time.

There was a layer of slimy stuff on top and water underneath. Franz didn't know how it was done, and he didn't want to know.

So, he served himself a bowl and vomited after just one bite.

Franz had already mentally prepared that this food would taste bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

The people around saw Franz's expression distorted, but they still swallowed.

"Do you usually eat this?" Franz asked.

"Yes!" the veterans replied in unison.

Franz then handed the bowl to the people inside the Invalides who were kneeling on the ground and were beaten to bruises and bruises.

"Have you eaten it?"

The internal staff looked at each other for a while and didn't know how to answer. You said you haven’t eaten it? Seeing the unhappy look on the Crown Prince's face, he was afraid that he would let them taste the "pig food" he had made.

"Eat it, eat it!" Those kneeling on the ground replied one after another.

"Have you eaten? Is that considered corruption?" Franz snorted coldly.

"I haven't eaten, I haven't eaten!" Everyone kneeling on the ground shook their heads.

"You still dare to deny it? Let them eat everything in the pot. If they spit out a little bit, it will be a waste of public funds, and the crime will be increased." Franz's friends may not be able to do anything else, but they are absolutely professional in heckles.

Franz had actually brought delicious food and wine a long time ago, and at this time, under Adjani's arrangement, plates after plates of food were delivered.

Franz also bought a chair and watched and ate with the veterans.

Of course, this kind of execution was not done by the royal guards brought by Franz. The guards of the big families were more skilled in doing this kind of work.