Holy Roman Empire

The weather in Vienna in January 1848 was extremely cold, and the snow and ice had not yet melted.

The cold wind froze, and Franz shuddered, and the noble officers behind him were even more embarrassed, and many people were already trembling with cold.

If Franz was not on the training ground, they would have gone back to the house and warmed up.

There is no way, the glory of the nobles will not allow them to back down at this time.

Lieutenant General Albrecht, who was in charge of training, showed a satisfied smile. He didn't expect that Franz would use this method to involve the old soldiers in training.

It's time to hone one's will when it's frozen.Franz knew that the peaceful days in Austria were coming to an end. Once the March Revolution broke out, what would be the safest place?

There is no doubt that it is the military camp!

Whether it is to suppress the rebellion or to run away, it is safer to stay in the army than in the palace.

Behind these gangs of noble officers, they are Franz ’s team. Although they are not expected to be reliable, they always have to give it a try?

When you find that your teammates are rotten, don't panic or fear. In fact, your enemies are rotten!

This is Franz's confidence, how can the city defense army rotten, is that also the army?

The enemy he is facing is not a world power, not even an army.If the enemy can hand a gun, then he is lost!

"stand at attention!"

"Everyone who ran around the training ground, and those who could not complete the task, had no food this morning!"

Albrecht issued an order coldly, and under the cold wind, many people on the court shuddered.

This training ground is not small, it is more than a dozen kilometers down a lap, which is really awkward for these nobles who are well respected.

Waiting for them to refuse, Franz had already spearheaded ahead, and there was no way to grind his teeth to keep up.

Who asked their family to boast Haikou?Before the start of training, Franz had hosted these officers.

After a few glasses of wine, one by one forgets what he is.Without thinking about it, he agreed to Franz's request.

Well now, accompany the Crown Prince for training together, who counsels who is the grandson, for the glory of the nobility, they must persevere.

Otherwise, prepare to be the laughing stock of the aristocracy!It's okay not to keep your promises, but it also depends on who is the target?

Many people are waiting for Franz to take it, so they can take advantage of the opportunity to request a reduction in training intensity.Even if you can take care of the Crown Prince's face, they don't have to suffer.

Obviously, the final result disappointed everyone. Franz's body was trained from small to large. He still ran down these ten kilometers.

Breakfast started, Franz and the noble officers who had finished running were eating bread, drinking milk, and quietly watching the large troops that were still moving fast.

Seeing someone fainted on the ground and being carried down for treatment, everyone did not forget to point fingers, as if these people were the shame of the nobility, so that the rest did not dare to follow suit easily.

Everyone has to be face-to-face, and under the eyes of everyone, no one wants to admit that he is a waste.

Besides, Franz is not looking for everyone. Most of the participants in this training are teenagers in their twenties and twenties, and the old fritters are naturally not among them.

In Franz's view, these secondary two teenagers can still be rescued and cultivated to become the backbone of the Austrian Empire.

Even the old fritters, no matter how they are cultivated, they can't change the essence of the empire moth. The stronger the ability, the greater the harm.

Watching the last officer finish running, Franz didn't laugh, but applauded instead.

"Dagong, they behaved so badly, why do you applaud?" An officer next to him asked very cooperatively

Franz said conscientiously: "No, their performance is not bad, although the process is a bit tortuous, but they still insist on completing the task, this is a qualified soldier, of course, personal physical fitness needs to be strengthened!"

After hearing this, everyone's complexion turned suddenly clear, and yes, they completed the task and did not embarrass themselves.

One by one self-consolation, soldiers, with the completion of the order as the first element, the process is a bit afraid of twists and turns?

Franz is not stupid, how could it deliberately dampen everyone's morale?Don't look at how the aristocrats are not so good, in fact their foundation is not bad at all.

He has received military education since childhood, and it is stronger than the vast majority of civilian officers, but no one has urged him to become a young boy.

To save the Austrian Empire, we must first save the next generation of Austrian nobles. Only when this group of people stands up can this empire be truly strong.

In fact, Franz wanted to enter the army long ago. Unfortunately, because he is too young, he is still under 18 years old. If it was not for the January Revolution to break out, he would have no reason to convince his family.

Looking at the gang of teenagers in front of him, he knew that the path of training was a long way to go.

Right now, it's too late. I can only use it. Presumably, a short-term assault will be carried out. Is it possible to deal with a group of people?

With the "Labor Protection Law" at the bottom, should the broad masses of working people not die with the government?

Historically, the March Revolution in Vienna was able to be disrupted by political means.After the May Revolution broke out later, the government could not control the scene and made a strategic transition.

"set!"

Albrecht's serious voice sounded, and the rest officers, dragging their tired bodies, slowly lined up in the order of the queue.

Looking at Albrecht's angry face, Franz knew that the general felt ashamed of his men.

The queue is neat, but that mental appearance, Franz recalled when he was in college military training, one by one like frosted eggplant.

Suddenly Albrecht smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and Franz knew someone was going to be out of luck.

I saw Albrecht holding the baton and came down from above, a scream passed from behind.

When Franz looked back habitually, he saw a fat man lying on the ground very comically. If he looked carefully, he would find a footprint behind his butt.

"Look what!"

Albrecht's cold voice sounded, and everyone quickly withdrew their eyes.This time everyone needs more energy. With a chicken, no one wants to be the second.

Even so, screams rang out from time to time, and Albrecht waved his baton, came to see the substandard ones, and helped to correct the mistake.

There is no way. The noble officers are all master soldiers. Except that Albrecht is a high-ranking coach, other instructors have no guts to move them.

Now is a rare opportunity. Missing this time, it is not easy to find people in the military camp.