Braischroeder secretly hid in the corner café and watched Frederick's speech. He saw www.biquge.info congested intersection crowded with people, and the black heads were constantly crowded, and they surrounded the condescending earl, shouting and applauding endlessly.

However, as soon as Frederick pressed his hands, the crowd immediately knew that the count was going to speak, like a tsunami frozen, and the deafening applause could fall silent in one second, and be overwhelmed by the heart-wrenching speech:

"Germany is not close to the sea, but the financial turmoil swept through our homeland like a tsunami. Wages have plummeted, prices have skyrocketed, factories are vacant, people have been laid off, industrial output has been cut by half, iron production has been halved, trade has been cut by half, and 100 strikes have broken out in three months! But what has the royal family done? They have the courage to sign the humiliating land cession treaty, but they do not have the courage to hold the bankers accountable in the slightest! The royal family has only expressed 'solemn protest' against this financial blow! Bafaria has also had a great depression, and I tell you with great certainty that there are many good options, and 'solemn protest' is not among them!"

Countless green muscles jumped in the air with fists. The roar rose and fell like a raging wave.

Frederick pressed the podium, his blue hair trembling with a slump in his pronunciation, his eyes widened with rage, and he raised his right fist and shouted: "Others have bullied us, even the weakest Paris dares to trample on us! The royal family will only shout: We express our strong indignation and protest to Paris! I would like to ask the royal family, you don't even have a spine, how can you go to Paris to protest?"

As soon as the crowd burst into laughter, Frederick angrily pointed out the heavens and the earth: "A country that only knows how to protest is a country without bones, a royal family that only knows how to protest is a royal family without bones! We should use the deafening of cannons to make the enemy tremble, and we should crush their dignity to prove that we are not cowards who can only protest!"

"The Count is right!" the overwhelming echo swept in.

Frederick's mouth was dry, and he had to use a solemn tone to let his throat rest for a while: "You must remember that when our dignity, territory, and living space are trampled upon, we do not need the royal family that is still shamelessly protesting, and you will abandon it in the end." ”

The audience was silent, and Frederick moved his heart: "Today, we stand on the land watered by our Aryan ancestors with blood and dignity. Before me, stood a nation, a nation dying in humiliation! After the Seven Years' War, the pride of our nation was taken away! Those victors were mighty in our capital, and they trampled on our dignity at will, the dignity of the noblest nation on the continent! You tell me, do you choose to be a freedom fighter who turns a plow into a sword, or a slave?!"

The noise of discussion sounded, and Frederick waved his hand prophetically: "You may say, Mr. Frederick, I need a job, a piece of bread." Yes, you're right, survival is so important;"

Frederick sincerely agreed with the needs of the people, but as soon as the conversation changed, he suddenly turned the sound of the people's livelihood in the drizzle into a stormy battle melody: "But I want to tell you that because of the Seven Years' War, we have lost the soil for our survival, so we have lost the only bread in our hands today! What we really need is not just a piece of bread, but a living space! The living space of a nation! This living space is not achieved by begging and protesting, but by iron and blood!"

The crowd began to boil, and Frederick regained his strength, and he again cried out hoarsely: "You want bread, yes, a person's survival is too important. But without the strength of the country, the bread that belongs to you will no longer exist! Therefore, there is one thing in the world that is more important than survival, and that is the freedom of the nation! That is the dignity of the country!"

Braischroedt saw with horror the wriggling crowd of people like a manic wave, agitated, surging, frantically beating the standing Frederick, and proudly shouting his patriotic voice! But Frederick's roar even overshadowed the overwhelming crowd and made the slogan of nationalism run through the sky:

"As long as the flag of Paris flies over Alsace and Lorraine, our dignity does not exist!"

"As long as those great powers continue to run rampant on our land, our dignity will not exist!"

"As long as this country called Germany continues to be divided and weakened on the continent, our dignity will not exist!"

"As long as foreigners sneer contemptuously at the mention of Germany, our dignity does not exist!"

"As long as this cowardly royal family who only protests is still desecrating the glory of the motherland, our dignity does not exist!"

Accompanied by sonorous and powerful slogans, the inspiring and high-spirited nationalism is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people; enthusiastic young people climb the street lamps on the streets, climb the statues in the flower beds, and wave the republican flag with iron crosses; under this red flag cut by the "white and black cross", the fanatical shouts of the citizens even have the courage to blow away the dark clouds!

Here, there are hungry peasants, unemployed workers, bankrupt national capitalists, and under the frenzied oppression of Braischroed, under the dominance of the great powers, and under the merciless crushing of the great wheel of history, all the classes of this country are gathered under the banner of the Iron Cross of a feudal lord!

And Frederick's rebellious eyes, always spewing with the flame of thought, looked deeply at the agitated Republicans, and he knew that victory was rising, and he was hoarse and fanned his enthusiasm into a tsunami: "The royal family is cowardly, but among you there are very few cowardly people, and I am proud! Because before me is an army of unyielding blood flowing for a thousand years! This surging blood once flowed in the veins of the Aryan ancestors! And now they are still bubbling in our bodies! You tell me, you guys, do you want it to cool?"

"I don't want to!" the earth shook and the mountains cried, and the earth shattered.

"Tell me! The glory of the German knights, you, do you want it to perish!" Frederick clenched his right elbow and raised his right fist high.

"The will of Germany is endless, and the blood of knighthood will never cool!" was a passionate cry, in unison. An ancient oath that pierces through the clouds!

Frederick scanned the endless long street, his vision filled with expectant party members, and fanatical and trusting eyes gathered in the air. He took a deep breath and ended his speech with a weight: "Unite. We have the great ideal engraved on the banner of the Iron Cross, and we will shed the last drop of blood for this ideal! In today's capital, nothing can save our motherland but this ideal! The "Mirror Hall Treaty" and the "State Edict" are a great shame, and we have the reason and determination to reject it. Do what you want! If you want to fight, then go and fight! Then I will see whether you are 70 million slaves or 70 million unyielding German knights! And I will rush to the forefront with the German banner, and even if I die in battle, I will go into heaven with a smile and proudly hold my head high and say to my ancestors: I, your descendants, have not disgraced you, I shed my last drop of blood for the great Germany!"

"Shed the last drop of blood!" the Red Cross red flag was planted in every café, and the roar of the republicans swept the streets.

Frightened like a dog with a tail between his tails, lest he be recognized by the burgeoning passers-by, he bowed his head and wrapped his hat around him, and hurried out the back door of the café and shoeed away. And this iron-blooded speech made him frightened, and he lost sleep until the day he was buried in the ground.

After a long wait, the referendum system has finally been prepared in full swing.

The HRE Empire, which was destroyed beyond recognition by speculative capital, finally ushered in its decadent end in the afterglow of golden power.

And beside the fountain of babies in Wiener Square, the song of the elven hermit reverberates in a trance, and the timeless words are like a distant sound in history:

The supreme monarch looks out at the rising sun in the wilderness;

The republican flag was broken in the middle of a pool of blood.

The elegy of the remnant sword, the sound of the dynasty;

This sun-spewing hills,

Reflects the glow of gold coins.

The supreme monarch, the blood-stained military flag of the republic, and the golden power of the rising sun, these three magnificent images will eventually brew into a battle between heaven and earth.

The feudal empire, capitalism, and the republican order, the three major systems coexisted in the secluded continent, and began a primitive struggle like biological evolution.