Vienna, Les Invalides.

The hall was filled with veterans of all stripes, some missing arms and legs, some blind, some missing an ear and half a face

This was supposed to be a gathering place for veterans, but at this time it seemed to be a canteen, and a large cauldron stood on the middle table, and a short and fat middle-aged man was shouting at him to drink five or six to be unhappy.

The veterans lined up in a neat line, each holding a broken bowl in their hands, as if waiting for the refugees to give alms.

The man in the middle of the hall triumphantly stirred the cauldron, adding some ingredients to it from time to time, but from a distance it looked like a wizard brewing a plague.

(Legend has it that the Black Death was the work of some wizards.) ）

In order to see the most authentic side, Franz did not let the guards into the hall.

At this time, other insiders of the Invalides saw Franz and his party, and after someone else reminded him, the man who stirred the cauldron also saw this group of uninvited guests.

He scolded in his heart, "Where did the little rabbit cub come from, come here to play." ”

"Get out!" The man shouted with a glare.

Taaffy was startled by the sound, and stumbled down the steps before she could stand still.

A burst of laughter ensued, and several Invalides insiders were amused by Taffe's antics appearance. But their attitude has not changed.

"You guys! Get out! Do you hear me?! ”

Akadov snorted disdainfully, clearing his throat and preparing to reveal his identity, startling the other side.

However, Akadov was stopped by Franz as soon as he opened his mouth, cutting the grass to eradicate the roots, since Franz decided to do it, he had to solve the problem completely, at least to solve this group of people, this is his bottom line.

At this point, a veteran at the end of the queue helped pull Taffy up, and then smiled, but scared the latter to the ground.

The old soldier had sound limbs, but his face was extremely hideous and terrifying, his whole face seemed to be split, his facial features were distorted, and flesh scars crawled all over his face like maggots.

I can't imagine what kind of trauma it takes to leave such a scar, and it's a miracle that he's still standing here today.

Even Franz gasped, and the others were even more frightened.

The insiders on the middle stage saw that Franz and his party had no intention of leaving, so they began to curse.

"There is a life, something that no one raises! Are they all deaf? Like this bunch of garbage? ”

Franz pressed with his hand, but did not reply, but walked forward, trying to see the appearance of these veterans.

Franz walked step by step, and each of these people told a legend, and it was really not easy for them to survive, at least from the point of view of modern medicine.

In those days when there was a shortage of medical treatment, it was indeed too difficult to deal with such extensive trauma and amputation.

At that time, medicine was backward, and the development of medical devices lagged even further.

Those veterans with broken legs, whether they have one leg or both legs, only a pair of crutches.

The wheelchair had already been invented in this era, and Franz had seen it in the palace, but it was just a tool for a group of children to have fun.

And most of the people who really need it can't afford to use these things at all.

Although these veterans are wearing military uniforms, they look varied.

Most of them were still dressed in the uniforms of their original troops, and Austria's local troops were probably the most complex in Europe.

On the other hand, decades have passed, and the military uniforms of those veterans have long been tattered, and the sewing and mending are no different from beggars.

Their hollow eyes briefly regained their brightness and envy when they saw Franz and his party, but then dimmed again.

Franz knew that these people were isolated from the world, coupled with physical disabilities, and were sensitive and inferior. They envy the vitality and health of young people, and envy their shiny military uniforms.

But how could these veterans not be enthusiastic young people?

Franz continued to move forward, his steps becoming more and more determined, because he felt that this was all wrong, that he had to do something, that he had to do something, that he had to do something.

Franz made his way to the stage and looked at the foul-smelling cauldron, the unwashed offal, the yellowed leaves, the sticky, unknown spice.

"Pig food." This was the first impression that came to Franz's mind.

"Is this your breakfast or dinner? Is the other meal the same? Franz asked loudly, clearing his throat.

No one answered.

The cook in front of the cauldron on the side saw that a little child dared not to put him in his eyes, so he lifted the long spoon and prepared to splash Franz.

In the middle of the flash, Franz dodged in front of the cook, first elbowed the latter in the chest, then punched the opponent in the chin, and then grabbed the opponent's hair and pressed it directly into the cauldron.

You must know that this sticky thing is more terrible than hot water, and the cook immediately let out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

Franz immediately let go of his hand, and when the opponent just raised his head and did not stand firmly, he flew up and hit the vital part of the opponent's lower body directly, using the footwork of three days and moons in karate.

The overall power of this leg is not as good as that of a whip or a back kick, but the advantage is that it is small in amplitude and concentrated in one point.

Franz's movements were too fast and too fierce, and the people around him froze in place without reacting for a while, letting the chicken fly and the badly burned cook wail on the ground.

Those veterans have seen it and are not afraid, but the distance is too far, the heart is more than enough, and more importantly, what the young man did at this time is what they have always wanted to do, why stop it?

It took a while for those insiders of the Invalides to react, and they were picked up, and the guy was ready to split the body of the young man in front of him. But then Franz pulled out his gun, and it was two, and it was the latest type of revolver that could fire continuously.

"Get down on your knees and put your head in your hands." Franz glanced back at the men, hesitated, and fired two shots, right in the legs of the man at the front.

"Get down on your knees and put your head in your hands." Franz repeated it again, in a calm tone.

At this time, those insiders put down their hands and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, and at this time their hearts were already terrified, because everyone had heard about the murder of Archduke Karl in the Invalides decades ago.

The veterans who were killed by them had cursed them in the same way, but even Archduke Karl had only killed the "first evil", and the others were still what they should be.

On the other hand, hearing the gunfire just now, hundreds of heavily armed guards rushed in.

This confirmed their conjecture, it seems that there is indeed a big man coming, but why didn't the people outside report first?

But at this time, they still had a bit of luck, the father of the guy who was wailing and rolling on the ground, I don't know whether it was better to cover the top or cover the bottom, was working in the Invalides back then.

Since he can inherit his father's business, it should be okay for them to be accomplices, after all, the law does not blame the public.

"Is this your breakfast or dinner? Is the other meal the same? Franz repeated his question again.

Finally, a veteran stepped forward.

"It's both breakfast and dinner, and who makes us only have one meal a day?"

(End of chapter)