War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Franz didn't say anything, just listened to the Irishman's feeble struggle on the dock and looked at the Englishman in front of him with a sneer on his lips.

The latter's eyes met the former's. Franz had no interest in this low-level provocation and did not even bother to respond.

But Bordeaux and his men would not give in, and soon a row of big men looked towards the opposite side.

The British man was frightened by the sudden appearance of a group of big men, and immediately changed his tone and lowered his head.

"Sir, if you have nothing else to do, I will leave first. My goods are about to arrive."

"goodbye."

Franz has long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and he doesn't think there is much problem with Bordeaux's behavior. After all, some people believe in strength, and it is easier to solve problems in a way they can understand.

Daniel O'Connell still stood on his horse and glared, watching the grain ships leaving Ireland and sailing to the other side of the sea.

His heart was full of anger and unwillingness, because the food should have been used to relieve the poor people affected by the disaster on the island of Ireland.

However, the reality is that due to the poor potato harvest this year, food prices have increased in various countries, with the UK experiencing the largest increase.

This is naturally indispensable to the contributions of those wealthy men. In fact, the agricultural harvest in the entire Western Europe in the past two years has not been very good.

According to predictions by British agriculturalists, the situation may not improve in the next few years. As a result, demons and ghosts showed their talents, major grain merchants began to stock up, bankers injected capital, and government officials also provided support.

The price of wheat rose rapidly from 35 shillings per quarter in early 1844 to 61 shillings per quarter in late 1846.

A quarter is a quintal, which is one hundred kilograms.

However, even if the price of wheat does not rise, the Irish people will not be able to afford it. After all, the per capita income of Irish people in many areas is less than 5 pounds, and this number will continue to decline with the advent of famine.

Note: The income here is not net income, so various taxes and land rents need to be deducted.

Daniel O'Connell's speech was impassioned, but this accusation and accusation seemed very weak, and even seemed ridiculous in the nineteenth century.

Franz was just curious about the whereabouts of the weapons he specially sent to the island of Ireland.

The reality made him helpless and angry.

The situation of the weak being angry and drawing a knife towards the weaker happened again. After obtaining weapons, most people did not choose to use violence to protect their own interests. This can definitely be regarded as the progress of civilization in the eyes of human rights experts in later generations.

But they just didn't dare to use violence against the strong. They turned their guns on their compatriots, the weaker ones who didn't have guns.

Franz himself did not expect that he would unintentionally open a Pandora's box, in which all kinds of monsters and monsters would be released, causing more human tragedies than in the original history.

Franz didn't know whether he was helping or doing evil. So he came in person and he wanted to take a look.

Franz disembarked from Dublin and led the team all the way inland. The places he passed refreshed his outlook on life.

The famine in Franz's imagination should be like bones lying in the wilderness and no roosters crowing for thousands of miles, but the reality is that on the one hand, bundles of golden wheat are loaded onto carts and driven to the port, and on the other hand, there are men and women who are so hungry that they are naked Looking for those abandoned ears of wheat and field mice on the road and in the fields.

The motorcade passed a mother and daughter. Their faces were tired and haggard, their cheeks were sunken, their eyes were empty and helpless, and their skin was as pale as the dead, without any luster.

My mother's hair was messy, even in clumps, her arms were shriveled, like wooden poles stuck to the flesh, her nails were black, whether from trauma or other reasons, her body was thin, and her dirty and tattered clothes swayed in the wind, spreading out. Smells of decay.

The girl looked to be only six or seven years old. Her limbs were extremely slender and she could hardly stand. She could only move forward by holding on to the corner of her mother's clothes. Her hair was sparse and disheveled, her head was lowered and her eyes were looking for something aimlessly. There was no trace of childishness. As innocent as it should be.

Every movement they made seemed very slow and painful. Finally, one of the accompanying soldiers couldn't bear it and unpacked his dry food and threw it to them.

As a result, the poor mother and daughter were surrounded by others as soon as they got the dry food. As a result, not only did they not eat the food, but their teeth were broken.

The soldier wanted to help, but there were too many people and he couldn't squeeze in. When he saw the miserable state of the mother and daughter, he couldn't help crying.

At this time, the little girl with blood on her forehead came over, patted the soldier and comforted him.

This soldier's name is Hossen Fell. He was born into a Hessian noble family. He has participated in military training for eight hours a day since he was twelve years old, all year round.

Hossen Fehr felt that he was the most miserable and tired person, but until today he saw that there were people who would try their best just to survive.

Colonel Bordeaux was a little embarrassed, because Archduke Franz had already told him not to give out random charity.

If you have to give alms, you must get out of the car and wait for the other person to finish the food before leaving.

Sergeant Hosen Fell obviously violated the Archduke's order and almost caused the tragic death of two innocent passers-by. At the same time, he also allowed refugees to try to block the convoy and ruined the scheduled trip.

But on the other hand, he told his men before he came that Archduke Franz was here to save people. In fact, the car was loaded with food.

The mother and daughter were indeed pitiful. If they couldn't get food, they might die on the street tomorrow.

In addition to Archduke Franz, there was also the Archbishop who came this time. He didn't know if he would bring some unnecessary trouble to Franz if he punished Sergeant Hosen Fell.

Franz opened the car window and looked at his attendant helplessly. It seemed that the latter did not have the talent to handle such a thing.

"Please take them to Dr. Mueller for treatment."

"yes."

"Bordeaux, you stay. Let Silva go."

"yes."

Silva is considered one of Bordeaux's deputies and the company commander of the Royal Guard, with the rank of major.

"Mr. Bordeaux, what are you going to do with Mr. Phil?"

Franz's tone was calm, which made Bordeaux a little confused. Hadn't he already decided to help the pair of victims?

Franz looked at the other person's surprised look and knew what the other person was thinking.

"Is there any conflict between rescuing people and dealing with people who have made mistakes?"

"No!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Disobedience on the battlefield is punishable by death!"

"Let it go this time, but it won't happen next time."

"yes."

As a result, Sergeant Hossen Fell received thirty horse whips and was sent home directly.

In the carriage, Archbishop Rauscher, who had been drowsy, finally opened his eyes and said.

"Archduke Franz, the weak are angry and draw their swords at the weaker. It seems that you have really unleashed a powerful demon this time."

"No, Archbishop. It should be the cowards who are cowardly and draw their swords on the weaker ones. There is nothing wrong with the weak, they are still worth saving.

I believe that what finally flies out of Pandora's box must be hope, but before that we have to defeat those 9999 demons. "