War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Solomon Rothschild was equally displeased, and to be honest he was not often snubbed like this.

In the past, when Prince Metternich was still around, at least no Austrian official dared to have trouble with him on the surface.

However, at this time Solomon had to bow his head again to this Hungarian whom he had never heard of.

"Mr. Lagro, I suspect this is a dastardly Austrian conspiracy."

"Are you scared?"

Raglo mocked again unabashedly.

Solomon was speechless, but before he could speak, Raglo Sandor spoke again.

"What do you want?"

"Wait a minute." This time Solomon was interrupted again by the Hungarian envoy before he could finish his words.

"You can wait! Great Hungary cannot wait!"

Solomon took a deep breath to ease his mood at this time.

Raglo Sandor patted Solomon on the shoulder.

"Mr. Solomon, there are not many opportunities to become a Hungarian, especially for someone like you.

To take advantage of. "

In fact, Raglo Sandor was a primary school teacher before becoming Hungary's special envoy, so he was used to saying the same thing.

This was no problem in Hungary, which was full of illiterate people, but it was obviously not possible in Vienna.

The conditions used by Raglo Sandor to win over Solomon Rothschild were also outrageous, that is, as long as he could organize an uprising to overthrow the Vienna government and capture Ferdinand I alive, the latter would be eligible to become a Hungarian.

This is far from what Kossuth promised before, but Solomon is still willing to believe in the former.

Kossuth's promise was that Solomon would enjoy the title of Duke of Hungary. The former had been asking the latter to invest in Hungarian industry, and told the latter that he would be the finance minister of Hungary in the future. Even Hungary's currency could be replaced by Rothschild. Issued by Deutsche Bank.

Instead of being greatly inspired by Raglo Sandor's encouragement, he was willing to devote himself to the great cause of the Hungarian nation. Instead, he was killed.

Solomon was silent. When Raglo Sandor wanted to turn around again to remind this leader of the lower class people, what he saw was a gun.

"I have something to say."

This time Solomon didn't let the other person finish his words before he shot him in the thigh. The feeling of lead bullets flying around in his body was not pleasant, and Raglo Sandor immediately screamed.

"my leg"

This time Raglo Sandor still couldn't finish his words. Solomon took out a gun and pulled the trigger, hitting the former in the other leg.

"You like interrupting others, don't you? Didn't your mother teach you manners? I've never been looked down upon like this, so go to hell!"

Solomon picked up his cane and hit Raglo Sandor on the head. The latter screamed and begged for mercy, but the former did not want to give him a way to live.

Soon the Hungarian envoy died, and Solomon immediately ordered his men to stop all actions.

However, the reality is that the communication capabilities of this era do not allow it at all. Even the homes of great nobles rarely have high-tech products such as telegraph machines.

As for the fireworks, it is not easy to spread the whistle throughout the city of Vienna, and Solomon knew what happened last night at dawn.

By this time it was too late to set off fireworks, and in fact most of the action had already begun.

Solomon immediately made a decision and fled Vienna at all costs. However, this may be the last and wisest decision he has ever made in his life.

The Vienna City Defense Army stationed in the north of the city. Due to the previous nationalist unrest, the status of the City Defense Army was greatly improved. After all, they were all nobles, and theoretically they were the most loyal to the empire and the royal family.

In fact, most of the people in the city defense army were loyal to the royal family and the empire. They were not aware of the upcoming rebellion, and those who were preparing for the rebellion did not want them to get in the way of the city.

"Lieutenant General Bores! The Hungarians are coming!" Upon hearing this, Lieutenant General Bores immediately rolled out of bed and cursed.

"Damn Hungarian bastards! They are the descendants of Tatars and Mongolian ponies! Tell everyone to assemble urgently and never let these bastards enter the city."

"They are gathering thirty kilometers east of the city. I'm going to call people now."

"If your people stay, Vienna cannot be left without defense. It's enough for me to take people there! I don't believe how many people they can come in such a short time."

Lieutenant General Molka smiled imperceptibly.

"Lieutenant General Boles, I will stay here. I wish you success!"

At this time, the Ministry of War did not have Count Latour, which had little restraint on these people. As for the orders of the Vienna government, it lacked authority.

Lieutenant General Bores felt that the burden of defending the royal family and Vienna fell on his shoulders, so it was his duty to take the initiative at this time.

Moreover, Porres only took away one-third of the people, and the remaining people were enough to defend Vienna. What's more, there are troops stationed outside the city. If the Hungarians make a detour and make a sneak attack, they will arrive quickly.

But what Bores didn't know was that a rebellion soon broke out in the west of the city, and the remaining half of the army had to deal with this sudden crisis.

At this time, it was finally Lieutenant General Molka's turn, and someone under his command soon reported.

"Report to the general! A large number of people are gathering in the direction of the Hofburg Palace."

"I see."

"General! They have weapons."

"I understand, can't you hear me?"