In fact, the people who remained in the barracks at this time were carefully selected by Lieutenant General Morka, and there were no diehards or hardliners among them, most of them were just some grass on the wall.

They are willing to do anything as long as they have enough interests, and only such a person can guarantee the perfect implementation of his plan.

Lieutenant General Morka's 10,000 troops advanced in the direction of the palace, and in order to get to the palace as quickly as possible, he had already sent artillery and other heavy weapons to warehouses not far from the palace.

In addition, in order to increase the success rate as much as possible, he also asked the herald to go to the Hofburg Palace first to deliver a message, telling the Forbidden Army that he was here to help put down the rebellion.

However, Lieutenant General Morka had only halfway along his way when he had to stop. Because the purgatory-like scene on the street at this time made it impossible for him to go any further.

The team that had just tried to storm the palace had been wiped out at this time, in the true sense of the word, there was not a single living person, every corpse had been mended, and the chest and face were either shot or pierced by bayonets.

The bodies were so dense that one might even suspect a massacre. Lieutenant General Morka should have been very excited, because he could use it to perfect his lie.

But at this time, Lieutenant General Morka only had fear in his heart, because as a soldier, he knew very well that his army would never be able to do it to this extent.

Inflicting such a massive toll in such a short period of time, he didn't have time to feel it all. Lieutenant General Morka can only take one gamble now, betting that the trump card will let him enter the gates of the palace.

However, as a series of violent explosions rang out, Lieutenant General Morka's horse threw him to the ground, and the muzzles of the guns appeared in the windows of shops on both sides of the street, and countless shotguns shot out.

Such a close distance made it impossible for the soldiers to avoid it, and the moment the iron beads shot into the human body, a brilliant blood mist bloomed on the streets, and the sunlight pierced the dark clouds was particularly brilliant.

Lieutenant General Morka was now smashed to pieces, and before he could figure out what was going on, the second round of attacks began, and countless rockets rained down into the sky, leaving his team unavoidable in the narrow streets.

Some people tried to escape into the shops on both sides, but a rain of bullets awaited them.

The gunmen had already been ambushed in the shops on either side, and they were using new rifles that had not yet been delivered to the larger army.

Such an efficient means of attack, there is no doubt about the Austrian army.

"My own people! Don't shoot! ”

Some had reacted and immediately shouted, but responded with an even more relentless rain of bullets. Explosions, gunshots, and screams were heard endlessly.

The bloody attack lasted for half an hour, and Lieutenant General Morka stared blankly at the streets that had now turned into purgatory.

Suddenly, neat footsteps sounded, accompanied by melodious military music, and a neat line of Austrian soldiers appeared on the street.

Because of the national style, Austria's military music also sounded a little squeamish, and the sound of neat footsteps sounded like the roar of a giant beast in the wilderness to the sound of these rebels who had just undergone shelling.

The rebels who were still able to stand up tried to escape, some tried to surrender, some tried to explain something, but only bullets responded to them.

After another quarter of an hour, the Austrian soldiers began to mend their knives, and they did not spare a single corpse.

By this time, the tall stranger had changed into a general's uniform, and his beard was still exaggeratedly curled at his lips.

"General Heynau! Lieutenant General Morka is still alive, and he asks to see you! ”

The herald was very excited, after all, it was a great achievement to capture the lieutenant general, but Julius Jacob von Heineau spat the ground.

"How can this kind of bastard always survive to the end! Bring him here! ”

Soon the two soldiers brought Lieutenant General Morka over, half of his face and hair were burned, one leg was wrapped in a thick bandage, and his left arm was drooping.

Seeing that the other party was so embarrassed, Hainao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You traitor aren't asking why I killed you, are you? I have just been asked by those who instigated the mob to revolt. ”

Hainau asked and answered himself.

"The order from above, no comment."

Because he was a Hessian, the illegitimate son of a German aristocrat and a Jew, he was rigid and inflexible, so he was very unpopular in the aristocratic circles of the Austrian Empire.

Lieutenant General Morka is the opposite, he is a natural and delicate character, and he has a good skin that is harmless to humans and animals.

"Why are you here?"

This is the biggest doubt in Lieutenant General Morka's mind, he is obviously scripted, and everyone is acting according to his plan.

According to the plan, Heinau's troops should still be picking up the pieces in the mountains of Central Italy by this time

"I arrived three days ago, but the troops entered the city in batches, and the communication with the forbidden army was not smooth, so I could only use one-third of my troops to deal with Ling."

"A third?"

"Well, I brought back 60,000 people. And as soon as the battle began, troops outside the city would enter Vienna within three hours.

You can't win. ”

Heynau's tone was full of disdain, he hated these corpse vegetarian guys, but even then he hesitated when he received the order to annihilate the rebels, after all, it was not in the style of Austria and the Habsburgs.

Franz, however, said, "If we let these rebels go every time, then how are we going to deal with those who are loyal?" Is their blood shed in vain?

There is an old saying in the East that is often taken out of context, 'How can you repay virtue if you repay your grievances with virtue?' 'It's time to pay those guys' blood! ”

Heenau still had a lot of respect for Franz, especially after the events of Brescia. The events of Brescia in history earned him the nickname "The Hyena of Brescia".

In fact, the Brescia incident was the case of Italian priests colluding with the rebels to massacre the wounded Austrian soldiers in the church, followed by the siege of Heynau and the refusal to surrender the enemy.

However, due to the combination of various historical factors, the treacherous priest and the rebels who slaughtered the wounded soldiers in the church became heroes, and the henau, who destroyed the enemy army in revenge, became synonymous with brutality.

In this life, the war went very smoothly after Franz arrived in Venice, and most of the wounded soldiers were taken over by the war hospital established by Franz, and most of the remaining wounded soldiers were treated by professional doctors.

(This mainly refers to private doctors in private clinics, all of whom Franz specially recruited during the war.) ）

So Franz felt that this tragedy would not have happened, but history always has its inevitability, and a group of wounded soldiers passed through Brescia and entered the church to pray, begging the priest to let them live in God's dwelling for a moment of peace.

However, what they received was betrayal and eternal sleep, and when the passing Hainabu learned of this, they immediately besieged the church.

This time, however, it was not Heinau who gave the order, but Franz.

The events of Brescia in history were the incompetence of the Austrian imperial propaganda machine, and this time Franz must make him a hero.

(End of chapter)