War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Many of them have not realized the seriousness of the problem. They still imagine that their lives can go on forever, and they do not care at all about the problems in Austria or Hungary.

Some people in the entire country are preparing for war, some people are watching indifferently, and the remaining people have no idea what is happening, and are approaching madness in such a strange state.

However, the Hungarians have also made achievements over the years. They built a railway with a total length of 30 kilometers.

However, due to insufficient pig iron production, some was imported from Austria, and a complete set of equipment such as locomotives was also purchased.

The Hungarians don't want to use Austrian equipment, but they can't produce it. Other countries either can't ship it or the price is sky-high, and the performance is still very poor.

So they could only use Austrian goods, but this behavior was resisted by Hungarian nationalists, who even claimed to dismantle the railway.

Petofi had a different view. After all, he had been to Vienna and knew the power of railways and machinery, so he strongly praised this behavior.

"The speed of the train is amazing! You should all try it!

I really want our motherland to also be on the train, so that it may be able to make up for the gap of hundreds of years. "

However, Petofi's poems are still very sharp. He looks down on the aristocrats and landlords who are stuck in their ways, and he also looks down on the short-sighted capitalists.

"We are running non-stop, are you tired?

not at all!

The train carries us forward bravely,

Take us into a new world.

Build the railway! Build the railway!

Repair a thousand lines! Repair ten thousand lines!

Let them spread throughout the world,

Just like those blood vessels!

Why not build railways?

Lack of rails?

That's enough to smash the slave's shackles! "

To be honest, Franz admired and appreciated Petofi's biting sarcasm.

It's just that the former is determined to rebel, and the conflicts between the two parties cannot be reconciled. Franz cannot betray his class and family, so the winner must be determined.

February 22, 1848, Hungary.

In a café called Piervax in Pest, you can see all kinds of people in strange clothes.

Some of them were dressed like hussars, some were wearing medieval dress and wigs, and some were trying to look like Huns.

Someone is holding a wine glass, someone is holding an ax, someone is holding a hammer, someone is holding a bone cutter

From time to time, there were shouts and curses, and the sound of axes and knives chopping wood was often heard. Of course, there were also cheers of toasting.

Hanging on the wall is a portrait of Marat, the "Friend of the People". Of course, this time he is not in a bathtub, but fully clothed and holding a constitution symbolizing freedom.

When the news about France and Bohemia reached this small cafe, everyone was excited.

"Stand up and act! Our friends!"

The radical leader Wasi Wali shouted, and he chopped his ax on the table with a dull crisp sound.

“We must not miss the opportunity to make Europe great again like our fathers did!

The French and the Bohemians have made a start for us, now it's time for Attila's descendants to show up! "

"Washivali, you are right! We should teach those big shots what to do! We can't let them think that plugging their ears with cotton will make everything fine!"

"Yes! We must take action!"

"Mr. Petofi! Come with us!"

"Mr. Petofi!"

"Mr. Petofi!"

Petofi was young, but very talented, and he was one of the first people to follow Kossuth, so everyone was convinced of him.

Petofi stood up, and the crowd cheered. Pace University students and young radicals rushed into the street and shouted.

"Revolution! We want revolution! Overthrow the puppet government of the Austrians and overthrow the rule of the Habsburg dynasty."

The young people shouted loudly, but because the Piervax Café was in the downtown area and today was a market day.

So their loud shouts were quickly drowned out by the shouts of hawkers, and the young people were a little at a loss.

"The French and Czechs have already taken action! We are descendants of the great Attila, we are the whip of God!"

"Are you all deaf?!"

The numb crowd still ignored these young lunatics. Petofi felt a little heartbroken, but he knew that heartache alone was not enough.

Petofi asked for a ladder and climbed directly to the warning bell tower. This warning bell was prepared to prevent the Ottoman invasion and had a history of hundreds of years.

Petofi grabbed the rusty pendulum and pulled it hard.

The ancient copper bell rang again, with a distant and long sound.

The sonorous sound of "哐哐" sounded, and the noisy market became quiet for a moment.

Everyone looked at the young man standing on the tower. Petofi let go of the pendulum. At this time, the ancient clock fell off due to the wear and tear of the years.

With the final "dong" sound, Petofi asked loudly.

“Five out of ten babies in Hungary die before their first birthday!

We work an average of 20 hours just to have a piece of bread! There is no salt in our soup! No meat! No milk for the kid!

Do we still have to endure it? "

Everyone knew what Petofi was going to say, but some people closed the windows because they didn't want to hear it out of fear or for other reasons.

"Yes! Close the windows so you can't see the outside world!"

The crowd began to murmur, and Petofi continued.

"I tell you! The French! The Italians! The Czechs! The Poles! They have all taken action!

The streets of Vienna are full of barricades! Austria is finished! There is a turmoil everywhere! And we are wavering!

As descendants of the Huns, don't you feel ashamed? Where is your blood? ! "

"Here!" At this time, the young students and radicals had their effect and immediately responded in unison.

"What are you waiting for! Take action!"

"let's move!"

"let's move!"

The mood of the crowd also rose.

"what should we do?"

Some people couldn't help but asked in confusion. They didn't know how people in other countries did it. People were a little confused. Are they going to attack the city hall? Or beat up two policemen or officials at random?

"We are descendants of the Huns. We either don't do it! Or we do something big! Let's go to the parliament!"

We need to ask Mr. Kossuth to take charge! We want to break our shackles! "

Under Petofi's call, people rushed to tell each other, and the crowd soon gathered into an unstoppable torrent.

In the Grand Council in Pest, Kossuth is fighting with the crowd. He will convince every member present before the crowd outside rushes in.

It was finally Kossuth's turn to speak on stage, but news came that Petofi had gathered people outside and was rushing to the parliament.

one conservative lawmaker asked with great disdain.

"Dear Mr. Kossuth, are you trying to force us to submit?"