Chapter 33 Lose some Weight
Vienna.
Since Talia had eaten too much recently and her fat content had increased, Franz decided to supervise her weight loss.
Talia's hands supported the ground, while Franz read the newspaper and put his legs on Talia's waist.
"As a teacher, you have to lead by example. You are so fat, it will affect the image of the royal family."
"I'm not a physical education teacher, you little devil." Talia was obviously reluctant.
"But the pillow is too soft, it will affect the quality of sleep." Franz said casually, his attention was still on the newspaper.
Due to the crazy investment in Austrian railways, the problem of insufficient pig iron production in Austria was directly exposed.
Seeing the business opportunities, businessmen will naturally not sit idly by. In one year, Austria has ten more steel mills.
It is expected that it will surpass Prussia within one or two years, of course, there is still a big gap with Britain and France.
But this is a good start for Austria's industrialization.
After the death of the old emperor, the entire Austrian Empire fell into chaos.
In order to relieve his boredom, Franz continued to tease Talia.
"As a tutor of the royal family, you have to be self-disciplined."
"You don't need to tell me, I know that." Talia replied angrily. After all, no girl likes to hear others say that she is fat.
"This is to help you strengthen your core strength. In addition, push-ups can also improve your body shape. It can perfectly shape the muscle lines of shoulders, back and upper limbs."
Soon, sweat had wet her face, and her arms were shaking uncontrollably. Franz knew that she had reached her limit, so he moved her legs away.
"Take a break, don't force yourself."
"Why don't you do it!" Talia, who had just done 20 push-ups, asked angrily.
"Because I'm better than you."
"I don't believe it!"
Franz lay on the ground and did 20 push-ups with one hand, and Talia was stunned.
In fact, the lighter the weight, the easier it is to do push-ups.
Franz's childish body is still very advantageous.
Franz smiled at Talia, who was shocked.
"Fat Talia."
The news of Franz II's death soon reached Prussia, and William III was so happy that he almost fainted.
Because he believed that Austria led by an idiot could never compare to his Prussia.
The Russian Tsar and the French cabinet were also happy. After all, the recent strong rise of the Austrian Empire has made them feel uneasy.
The death of Franz II, who had ruled the Austrian Empire for forty years, and the accession of Ferdinand I, who had intellectual disabilities, would undoubtedly have a huge impact on everything in the Austrian Empire.
And how much impact this impact will have on Austria, no one knows now, only that the newly appointed royal chief adviser frantically dismissed all the advisers of the previous emperor.
Prince Metternich and Austrian power figures such as Korolov had to personally invite Baron Bruck back to continue to preside over Austria's debt problem.
As for Ferdinand I's accession to the throne, some ministers also raised objections, whether Archduke Franz Karl, who was less ill, could be allowed to ascend the throne, but this will has been recognized by the Habsburg family.
The royal order cannot be changed, so these people can only accept their fate.
They don't know where this broken ship of Austria will go.
Franz read Ambrosius's letter and felt that there was no need to worry if he couldn't see the princess.
They could completely regard the trip to Zhenla as a tourist vacation. Of course, Ambrosius could think so, but the priests of the Catholic Church would not agree.
So Franz proposed to establish a base first, and as for the excuse, he could use it as helping the government troops to suppress bandits.
Don't be in Phnom Penh Port, because that is the sphere of influence of the Vietnamese, you can be in Kompong Som (that is, Sihanoukville in later generations).
Kompong Som at this time is just a small fishing village with few people, and the lower the cultural level, the easier it is to preach.
When you have a firm foothold in Kompong Som, the royal family of Zhenla will contact you.
Zhenla, Phnom Penh Port.
The news that Ambrosius and his team killed 14 bandits at night spread like wildfire.
The bandits in Phnom Penh were rampant, and the government troops were helpless. The sound of Ambrosius and his team using rifles was even considered thunder.
So the rumor was turning towards the direction that the foreign monks could use magic.
Guan Jinpan also learned the news. While he ordered the rumor to be blocked, he began to arrange Ambrosius's itinerary.
Guan Jinpan realized that this group of people were not lambs to be slaughtered, but beasts with sharp fangs.
But he didn't understand why such a group of people came to Zhenla from afar to be military observers.
Guan Jinpan just thought that they were Western barbarians who wanted to learn advanced technology, but felt something was wrong.
He didn't want to care so much, and now he just wanted to give these people a head start.
Let them see the best soldiers in the world, the Zhenla Imperial Army.
Outside Phnom Penh, the Zhenla Imperial Army's parade ground.
This is the parade ground of the Zhenla's strongest army, the Imperial Army.
Their duty was to protect the royal family. Ironically, the royal family was now controlled by the Vietnamese, and King Anchan was not even in the Royal Palace in Phnom Penh.
The Vietnamese also made some cuts to the Chenla Imperial Guards, stipulating that the number of the Imperial Guards could not exceed 3,000 and that they could not be equipped with iron armor.
Even so, the Zhenla Imperial Army still retained their last dignity. This unit never gave up training and was definitely the strongest unit in Zhenla at this time.
The weather in Zhenla is humid and hot all year round, but the Imperial Army soldiers are still fully armed.
They roared loudly, wielded their swords with great force, and stabbed with their spears with all their strength, with the tips of their spears almost cutting through the air.
Hong Bufu, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, was very satisfied with the performance of his soldiers, but it was a pity that the country was in decline and there was no way to serve the country.
Guan Jinpan was also very moved. Every time he came to the Imperial Army Parade Ground, he would sigh that if His Majesty could return to the country to cheer up, there would be no worries about the Eastern Tartars and Western Bandits (referring to Vietnam and Siam).
However, all this did not seem to attract the attention of the young man of a foreign race in front of him.
Guan Jinpan decided that he could only use his trump card. He looked at the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, who also understood the meaning of the chief steward of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but he felt a little sorry for the bullets.
At the command of Hong Bufu, the commander of the imperial guards, four rows of soldiers holding bird guns ran over.
Just fifty steps away from the soldiers, there were fifty straw men with watermelons as heads.
"Put the gunpowder in!"
The imperial guards began to introduce gunpowder into the barrels.
"Send the gunpowder!"
The imperial guards tamped the gunpowder in the barrels.
"Put the lead in!"
After more than ten commands, Hong Bufu finally gave the order.
"Ignite!"
The fifty Zhenla imperial guards in the first row lit the fuse, but because the fuses were of different lengths and materials.
In the end, when the guns were fired, some were fired first and some were fired later, which sounded chaotic.
As for these gunners who could only fire three rounds a year, their hit rate was very pitiful, and only ten watermelons were blown up.
Looking at the watermelons that were flying everywhere, Guan Jinpan and Hong Bufu couldn't help but cheer.
The imperial guards saw that the two superiors were so happy, thinking that their overdue salaries would be settled, and they cheered together.
Four rounds of shooting in total, 200 rounds knocked down more than 30 watermelons.
Guan Jinpan looked at Ambrosius, hoping to see surprise, fear, or admiration in his eyes, but Ambrosius only had disappointment and disdain in his eyes.
But Guan Jinpan still asked the question he had always wanted to ask.
"Can the European continent rival the powerful army of our great Zhenla?"