Rudolph had to correct his mistake, "General, I hope so. But let go of illusions, war in Italy is inevitable. ”

"It's true, they've always been obsessed with Trentino and Trieste."

In 1902, Italy and France signed the "Italian-French Agreement" by exchanging letters. The agreement stipulated that if France was attacked by one or more countries, Italy must maintain strict neutrality. And the defensive treaty of the Triple Alliance does not guarantee this offensive war. ”

"At least nominally allies, they should not immediately defect."

"What if the benefits are sufficient. Italy increased its leverage and demanded dominance of southwestern Albania and the Adriatic Sea. Naturally, Britain and France agreed without hesitation, and they felt that others had no psychological burden at all. ”

Borojevich sneered, "Maybe we can get Venice back." ”

Rudolph raised his glass lightly and laughed, "For Venice, to Archduke Albrecht." ”

"Hero of Kinlisa, Admiral Tegethoff." General Boroyevich also raised his glass.

The two chatted very easily, and even thought about how to regain the lost ground. Because of the glorious results of the two predecessors, Italy's problems are always not too annoying. Although the end of the war was the loss of the province of Venice, the performance of the army and navy was indisputable.

Rudolph watched with interest as the crowd weaved through the dance floor, the bejeweled ladies and ladies wrapped in all sorts of long dresses, waiting eagerly for the invitation of the tuxedo-clad men.

Rudolph hid away at a secluded dining table, and he was really uninterested in such social activities. Although Rudolph stayed in the military academy all the year round in his memory, he was proficient in waltz, mazurka, and gallop, and he also knew a little about blues, minuet, and polka. Dance has been a compulsory subject in high society for centuries. In the 21st century, Rudolph is a master ballroom dancer.

Borojevich chatted with him, and it was not embarrassing. Older men generally don't dance. They would stay in the chess room or play billiards. Dancing is a physical and technical job, and old men in their fifties and sixties can no longer dance.

Rudolph glanced up and felt like he was being targeted. Several ladies in the distance were flirting with him, and the reason why he was so sure was that there was only an old general who was nearly sixty years old by his side.

Rudolph searched his stomach and thought that these young ladies were not small, and they were basically princesses of various families. However, Rudolph ignored their secret send-offs, and was still thinking to himself: these so-called princesses are not worthy of the name at all, as long as her family has an independent fief, they can be called royal families, and unmarried female descendants can be called princesses. Like the nearest princess of Hesburg, the fiefdom of the family is only a few towns. There is also the late Queen Sissi, whose father was just a side of the Bavarian royal family, and grew up on the edge of the haystack, so it is actually more appropriate to call her the lord of Sissi.

If he didn't take the initiative to invite, these princesses with shelves could only stand alone and wait silently.

A gust of fragrant wind came, and a red shadow suddenly blocked his vision.

"Herbert, long time no see." Rudolph didn't react for a moment, and usually only heard the name at home.

"Hello, Fanny." Rudolph also called out the other party's nickname.

Chloe Gabriel Valentina von Wendy Gretz, who has known Rudolph since childhood. His father, August, came from the Wendy Gretz family and inherited an earldom. A few years ago, he became the governor of Lower Austria, and now he has become the minister of forestry and mining of the central government, the vice chairman of the Council of Ministers, and the ****.

Rudolph's father had a close relationship with Count August. Rudolph is three years older than Chloe, and he grew up together, and it is an exaggeration to say that he is a childhood sweetheart, but he can also be regarded as a familiar acquaintance.

"Why don't you have a dance?" Chloe asked straight to the point, completely unreserved.

Rudolph remembers that she spent two more years in the girls' school, as if she were studying philosophy there. She was a good talker in her memory, but now she must be even more talkative.

"No, I just came back from the front line, and I'm still a little uncomfortable." Rudolph refused, still less involved with the people of the past.

"It's really not easy on the battlefield, and it looks like you need to relax."

"So I'm staying here."

"So, General Rudolph, could you please have a dance?"

General Boroyevich, who was on the side, immediately greeted him and left. The lady's invitation could not be refused, and Rudolph bowed slightly, then held out his hand. Chloe held the hem of her skirt in both hands, nodded in acknowledgement, and then took Rudolph's hand.

"Congratulations, your victory is incomparable."

"Thank you, there is more to war than victory." Rudolph was overwhelmed with emotion, and the figure of the old captain was still vivid.

Chloe didn't answer, and walked onto the dance floor with him.

Rudolph held Chloe with his right hand, his palm pressed against the waistline of the long dress. The left hand held her palm, which was soft as a bone and the fingers were slender.

A light waltz sounded, and Rudolph stretched out his left foot, which landed on the ground first. Chloe took a step back, then a sideways step. Rudolph raised his left hand and led Chloe sideways. The red dress fluttered and landed at his feet, and spun and flew rapidly. Rudolph and the skirt are intertwined, turning and gliding towards each other in the music.

Rudolph looked at the girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, a fair face, reddened cheeks, delicate makeup, delicate lips, a light body, and a graceful posture. The long hair was surrounded by beads, and only a lock of black hair was unrestrained, fluttering in the wind.

"You seem to be a little dull, the battlefield is really so depressing and sad."

"Maybe it's more than that."

"There may be despair, but life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but about learning to dance in the rain."

"I've also seen bravery and sacrifice, no despair, just a thing of the past."

"Memories are always distressing."

"No, I love memories that make me smile and think of them once in a while, no matter what I'm going through." Rudolph's answer was poetic.

"You can embrace suffering and happiness together."

"How so?"

"Needless to say, don't you feel happy when you return victorious?"

"It is my luck to be safe and sound, and it is my honor to return triumphantly. There is only one kind of happiness in life, to love and to be loved. ”