Braischroeder stood guard outside the door, and when he saw the door of the trial court open, he greeted Isaac with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "How many years have you been sentenced?"

Wickers blamed all the setbacks on Breschroeder's missteps, and he was angry with him, coldly dropping down the phrase: "We won't know until May." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" and brushed his sleeves away.

Isaac glared at Vickers angrily, and then told his father, "Filia would rather be held by Frederick than stay out of it, insisting that they are true love." The case is now under the control of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the result will not be known until May. ”

Braischroeder's eyes darkened with a smile, and he fell straight back, and planted his hands on the ground, and his head slammed into a loud bang, and Isaac hurriedly screamed to help him: "Father, are you alright, father!"

Breschroeder opened his eyes angrily, and his fingers trembled and raised: "Don't ...... Shame on you here...... Help...... Help me back to take counsel. ”

Isaac knew that today's unfolding was completely unexpected by his father. Braeschroedt was a prominent exponent of self-interest, believing that man would not be destroyed for his own sake, so he forgot that Felia would go to great lengths for her lover.

Isaac hurriedly picked up his father, got into the carriage in a gloomy manner, and galloped away, even the defeat was like thunder.

Filia went to speak to her father alone, promising to come back to Frederick later. So he came out alone, and as soon as he appeared, the crowd in the square boiled, cheering and screaming one after another.

A gendarmerie captain rushed out excitedly and announced at the top of his voice: "The charges charged by the prosecution are not established!"

"We know the Count is innocent!" the crowd celebrated hoarsely, and began to squeeze forward desperately. The wall of bailiffs to maintain order contracted violently, and was soon squeezed into a circle by fanatical supporters, encircling Frederick in the middle. Occasionally, someone fainted with excitement, and screams were endless.

Lea stood in the carriage and couldn't see her idol, so she jumped out of the carriage with a shout and wanted to squeeze into the crowd, but her long hair was grabbed by her sister and pulled back mercilessly. Leia was so aggrieved that she closed her eyes and hugged her head, and shouted "it hurts".

"It's too chaotic to go. "Clysia was afraid that her sister would be trampled by the crowd. Frederick's idol effect has become so frenetic that the square is crowded with crowds.

At this time, Count Frederick stood on the marble steps and shouted, and he pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet and listen to him. The leader's will, like magic, suppressed the frenzied restlessness and made the people stop and listen to him.

"It turned out that this scandal was a shameless attack on me personally. But I am glad that I have been targeted at the attack, which proves that my service to the people is worthwhile! And the value is so high that it is impossible for the interest groups to stand idly by!" Frederick raised his head and shouted: "The shame of the Seven Years' War is still imprinted on the defeated Pact, and the shackles of the defeated Pact are still chaining the limbs of the German nation!"

Frederick clenched his fists: "I am sure you have felt that the plight of the country makes the gringos sneer and scorn us, the plight of the country makes us live without dignity, the plight of the country makes our territory extremely cramped, and our space is so narrow that we cannot breathe! But we are still noble! Why?"

Frederick glanced at the audience with bated breath and shouted: "It is precisely because the country has been subjected to the enemy that the patriotism of the Aryans has been sharpened! It is precisely because of the harsh geographical environment that we need glory and pride to prove the excellence of the nation, and to fulfill our responsibilities and obligations to win the dignity of existence!" In my eyes, the Aryans, tempered by thousands of years of suffering, are the best people in the world, because they regard the interests of their country above everything else, because they will put down the poetry in their hearts, pick up the sword and shield at hand, and fulfill their noble obligations without hesitation, even if they sacrifice everything! Such a nation is the most resilient nation, and such a country is the country where the light of ideals shines!

Frederick was a liberal arts student studying poetry and art at Wiener. He abandoned literature and followed Rong, belonged to the halfway monk, and was neat and neat, cut off from the past, and since then has been suppressing his feelings, wearing a mask, and showing people with an iron-blooded image. He saw restraint as an obligation, so he asked everyone to do so.

Frederick put on a black coat and raised his right arm, encouraging everyone angrily: "Will you join me in building a great nation in the ruins of poverty?"

"I do!!!" the overwhelming shouts were so uniform that they nearly overturned the garden.

As if seeing the dawn piercing the night, Frederick marched forward with great courage and called on everyone: "Are you willing to join me in upholding the glory of patriotism, courageously fulfilling your obligations, meticulously conserving resources, and walking tenaciously on the road of sword splitting, so as to regain the glory of the German nation? Are you willing to join me in rebuilding the enduring German civilization, so that the armies of the great powers can be defeated for thousands of miles, and the light of ideals will shine all over the earth?"

"We do!" the earth-shaking cry was called, and repeated in unison, rolling in the clouds with a catchy voice: "Yes! willing!"

Clythia saw her two younger sisters jumping in the carriage, shouting "I do" incessantly, innocent and reserved. The frenzied sound hit her eardrums like a bomb, causing her heart to beat wildly, her blood to flow faster, and her face to turn red.

At this moment, Frederick's magnificent and powerful voice crashed into her mind: "The state is society, and society is the state! I will do my best to fight for nationalism until the day my heart cools!"

"Nationalism. Chrysia quietly bowed her head and chewed on the word, feeling that it coincided with her father's conversation. When the country is tired, everyone is required to put the country first, so that they can gather strength and find a way out.

She was itching to promote these four words for Frederick, and the nearest audience was none other than her father, who was close to the water, the chief secretary of administration.

Frederick's carriage was about ten meters away from him, and he had to trek for half an hour before he boarded it. Because the crowd was so tightly blocked, the bailiffs who opened the way struggled, and every step was as arduous as trekking through a flood of a broken embankment.

And Frederick had countless waving arms around him, and he had to keep shaking hands, constantly saying "thank you" and "I wish you good health", so that he had the illusion of being stuck in a quagmire, and fully experienced the hardships of being an idol.

Finally escaped from the ascension, he closed his eyes and took a nap, bumped to the mansion, as soon as the car door opened, Ophelia's warm and soft body hung around his neck, and a sweet body fragrance came to his face.

"Brother, I regretted it when you left, because I missed you as soon as you left. Ophelia sobbed and laughed in his arms, "If there's a next time, I won't let you go." ”

"I'm not leaving. Thanks to Filia, the planning process has picked up again, and we are on our way to victory at rocket speed. Frederick rubbed her long hair and lowered her head to wipe her wet face: "In the days to come, I will revolve around your bank." ”

"Circle around me, that's your bank, if you don't circle around me, you won't get a penny." Hum. Ophelia turned her head and bit his fingers. Frederick laughed. (To be continued.) )