The Prime Minister of Hungary, as the name suggests, is the Prime Minister of Hungary and the Hungarian ruler in the Budapest Palace. It is the embodiment of the Austro-Hungarian dual system, and also represents the achievement of the Hungarian people's resistance to the struggle for power between the emperor and the Austrian center.

Since the death of Prince Schwarzenberg in 1852, Austria has no more chancellors.

Therefore, the prime minister of Hungary can be said to be the only prime minister in the empire, and has the second greatest power in the Austro-Hungarian empire, a dual empire, except for the emperor. This is one of the reasons why Elenthal suggested that Kuster come to him.

The second is that Hungary itself is dissatisfied with the Austrian-dominated domestic landscape, which is suitable for a seemingly ambitious man like Kuster.

Moreover, Hungary is far from the political center, as long as it is away from Budapest, there is no one to find fault, especially the threat from the east is greatly reduced, and it is hardly to care too much.

Of course, because of this, the journey to Hungary will be relatively long, coupled with the harsh terrain and backward infrastructure, it is destined to be an easy trip.

As for what Ehrenthal's old fox was thinking, Kuster never cared.

He's corrupt eighty percent of the time, and there's nothing else he can do. However, the only thing that is certain is that he has joined the gang and has begun to work towards the common goal of clearing the "Kuster faction" with Kuster.

On December 17, 1915, four and fifteen days had passed since the surrender of Tsarist Russia. The dawn of victory was waving at the Allies – France's steady defeat on the battlefield, as well as the recent collapse of Tsarist Russia and the great withdrawal of British troops, were accelerating the progress of the war, and the achievements of such magnitude that the partial involvement of the United States in the war could not shake the tide of the war in the slightest. And it seems that the United States intends to put down the mess of Europe.

The German Emperor Wilhelm II had also learned a few days ago that Kust had run back to Austria-Hungary overnight, but he didn't care. He thought that Couster was ready before he left, and that the French would soon collapse under his professional plan, and even mailed a bunch of articles of praise to Kuster for this.

As the Kaiser had predicted, the French soon withdrew from Paris, completely ceding the cultural hub of the Gauls to the German army.

But it wasn't because of Kuster's plan that Kuster didn't leave any fart when he left, it was just what some of his officers said when they played a round for him.

The man who started it all, Kuster and his good brother Franz, were heading for the train station in a concealed and smooth carriage.

He was a little tired of the petty fights on the battlefield, the unbelievable rumors, and the corpse-stinking air.

The only consolation was that he no longer saw crowded signs and train stops on the road, and the newspapers in the children's hands were no longer full of war.

As marshal, he sat in the carriage with the Minister of Reform beside him, watching the city that was gradually moving away from the war, and the fear that drifted westward.

Surrounded by 10,000 people, they walked slowly through this ancient and majestic city.

It's as if it didn't happen yesterday.

In the afternoon, the horses were tied to the shed outside the inn, and the carriages were placed in the inn. This carriage was originally brought from another post station, and it is normal to put it.

In other words, they seem to be using the bus for private use.

No one cares about this, and if the marshal doesn't even have his own carriage, he has to be said to be thrifty!

They walked into the train station and received the highest respect from the guards. and were told that they would be notified when the next train arrived.

Glancing up at the sign at the station, "Vienna Imperial Train Station".

"I'm a little strange, is this my memory loss?" Kuster laughed at himself, full of helplessness and emotion.

Going inside, there was a wall inside, but it wasn't there the last time I came.

Kuster remembers vividly that after he signed the treaty with the Russians, Austrian officials told him that they would build a wall here to commemorate their conquest of Russia.

His emotion became more and more intense, and he even had a little bit of a mind that he didn't want to do a career.

"Is there a portrait over there?" A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Looking in the direction Franz was pointing, they saw what looked like the outline of a large animal, and the two of them walked over to take a look.

It is a carved painting, deeply carved into the wall.

Dressed in robes, with a short sword in one hand and pointing at Moscow in the other, the man stood tall above the mountains.

The dagger had the corpse of a bear on it, and the black liquid had soaked the man's clothes.

He is like the gods of Olympus, defending the land beneath his feet.

They were even able to build such things in wartime, and it seemed that Kuster's revolutionary dream would be difficult to realize.

But when he looked closely at the head, he found that the person in the portrait was very familiar.

"Dude, isn't that you?" Franz looked at the portrait, then at Custer, and exclaimed:

"I think you'll need to treat me to a good meal when you get to Hungary."

Kuster could not be at peace for a long time, and remained silent, when the guard at the train station came and informed them:

"Two heroes of the Empire, a new car has arrived, please follow me."

Soon, the two got into the car. The guards said:

"We have communicated with our superiors, and it orders us to protect you."

"Thank you." The two of Custer stood and saluted, and the guards returned the salute.

At 19 o'clock, the train officially departed. Marshal Kuster took a closer look at his carriage, and found that the whole space could hold thirty cars, and only the two of them were passengers, and the remaining twenty-eight were all guarded by soldiers.

This made him revered by the soldiers for his commander wherever he looked, and he had to go back.

The train moved slowly, getting farther and farther away from the station.

Now that everything is decided, Kuster will embark on a journey to Hungary.

They crossed the winding Danube River in their homeland, sailed into the beautiful valley of their homeland, and rushed to the endless dusk with the sound of the people cheering and the sun on their backs.

But within five kilometers, they heard gunshots from behind.

Kuster's pupils contracted suddenly, coming from Vienna.

"What's going on!" Franz slammed the table and asked angrily.

The next second, an officer broke down the door, came to the carriage and saluted, saying:

"The superiors said they had executed several members of the 'Kusterites,' and Ehrenthal declared them to be an illegal organization."

"What are they doing?" As soon as he heard that the dead man was a "Kusterite", Kuster finally relaxed a little, but still frowned.

What is the foreign minister going to do, is it really those people he killed? Doubts gradually rose in Kuster's mind.

"Quick, stop the train and go back and investigate first." He commanded.

"I'm sorry that the higher authorities have blocked all railways connecting with Vienna." The officer replied.

"Then we're on the Norwegian railways now, aren't we?" Kuster suddenly became angry and scolded sharply.

"We're now in the controlled area of the train station in Bled."

"Then I, as a marshal, order you to turn around! I'm a dignified marshal, can't I bend the railroad tracks? Kuster said.

"But this is the Emperor's order."