Chapter 821 Nonsense

When the people were in a state of turmoil and governments were in a state of panic, Andres Pretorius and Councillor Coulderre were drinking happily.

However, after a few drinks, old Pretorius burst into tears.

"We Boers were first abandoned by our king and then expelled by our master. I didn't expect that today there would be so many people who had nothing to do with us willing to help us fight against the most powerful country in the world."

Note: The Boers were originally Dutch immigrants in the Cape Colony, but after the Napoleonic Wars, they were sold to the British for six million pounds by the current king's father, "Merchant King" William I.

Later, the British became the masters of the Cape Colony, but they did not like the indigenous people, which had nothing to do with skin color.

Although Coulderre drank, he was not confused.

After all, the two lived in different environments. Old Pretorius faced more poisonous insects, beasts and primitive tribes, and most of the enemies showed their hostility, while Councillor Coulderre was a politician who faced countless open and secret attacks every day.

The unintentional words of the old Pretorius were like a bolt from the blue to the young Coulder. At this time, the latter realized that he might have been deceived, and his national feelings were deceived. He couldn't help but feel cold on his back and his tone.

"How can it be irrelevant?"

The former also came to his senses at this time, and he found that his words were indeed a bit inappropriate. In fact, Boers is their own name, which other countries do not recognize.

And that irrelevant sentence is really hurtful. Although the original intention of the old Pretorius was to call people relatively distant, it does sound like he is taking advantage of national feelings.

But he couldn't think of how to defend himself for a while, after all, he had never encountered such a situation.

In the end, it was the young Coulder who smiled and said.

"There are no Boers or Luxembourgers here. Today we are all Germans! Come, let's toast to the great German nation!"

When the people around heard the congressman say this, they thought that Boer was a place name, so they didn't care too much. Everyone raised their glasses and started drinking.

"Cheers to the nation! Cheers to Germany!"

This voice made some people in the tavern unhappy. This is Vienna, where the upper elites of various nationalities in the Austrian Empire and those who want to climb up gather here. They may not like this atmosphere.

In fact, nationalism is poison to Austria, a patchwork monster, because the strength of some people will make others look weak, so contradictions will emerge endlessly.

After the cocktail party, Councillor Kuldre came to the temporary Confederation headquarters in Vienna again. He applied for a thorough and detailed investigation of Andreas Pretorius.

The latter drank a lot and could only walk with the help of others. But after returning to his room, he immediately sobered up. Old Pretorius could clearly feel that he was protected, or monitored.

But he had no way. It was the Luxembourgers who brought him here, and even if he escaped, he had nowhere to go, not to mention that he would lose all his previous efforts.

So old Pretorius put the primer on his gun and fell asleep. His experience in the colony made his nerves sensitive and thick.

Even if someone was watching him closely, he could still sleep.

On the other hand, German nationalists began to connect. They decided to make a big news and planned to besiege the British Embassy first.

However, as soon as the group of people set out, they found that there were checkpoints and gendarmes everywhere on the road. They were all arrested for various crimes before they even reached the British Embassy.

For example, drunkenness, spitting, and loud noises.

In fact, the top leaders in Vienna were relatively relaxed, because the German Confederation had expanded. They could declare the previous meeting invalid and convene the Confederation Congress again, and this time replace some reliable people to vote again.

Moreover, Metternich felt that since the Boers could not survive in the British territory, it would be better to go to the Austrian territory.

Anyway, Franz had to spend a lot of money to invite immigrants every year, so it would be better to directly use the waste and let the Boers go to the Tanzania Governor's District, or directly break them up and disperse them to various colonies in West Africa.

In fact, Metternich's ideas and practices were correct, but what he didn't know was that the world's largest gold and diamond mines were buried under the land of Transvaal.

Andreas Pretorius and the Boers were sitting on a mountain of gold without knowing it, but Franz, the time traveler, knew it clearly, so he could not just move it away.

Because the matter was of great importance, almost all the high-ranking officials of the Austrian Empire gathered together.

Count Latour, who was outspoken, spoke first.

"Young people nowadays are really getting more and more outrageous. How dare they say anything and do anything."

Franz scratched his forehead.

"I'm not talking about you, Archduke Franz."

"Ahem." Friedrich coughed unhappily again.

"I'm not talking about you either, respected Admiral."

Archduke Friedrich in history had drowned at this time. It seemed that he accidentally fell into the water while patrolling the warship at night. Some people also said that the sailors mutinied and pushed him into the water, but in any case, it was really ironic that the naval commander drowned in the sea.

However, history has changed now. After marrying Princess Sineka, Friedrich would not be bored to patrol the warship in the middle of the night.

Friedrich didn't go to the port, so he didn't fall into the water. However, according to his attendant, the Archduke almost drowned in the bathtub when he was playing in the water with the Archduchess a few days ago.

This may be the last stubbornness of the god of death.

Let's get back to the point. Count Latour is not optimistic about the prospects of this war.

"The British are too powerful at sea, and most of the German states are landlocked. The Danish navy is eager to try, but they don't have battleships."

"Danes? How can they get involved?" Julius Heinau asked.

"The King of Denmark is also the Archduke of Holstein, and the relationship between the Danes and the British is very bad, but they don't have wood to build ships."

Count Latour continued after explaining.

"Other countries can't be relied on at all, and our navy is too weak"

"I don't agree!" Friedrich said very unhappy.

"We can destroy the British Mediterranean Fleet and seize Crete within fifteen days.

But can your army take the Strait of Gibraltar? Our naval power is not weak, but we can't break through the Strait of Gibraltar."

Count Latour was a little helpless. He couldn't do anything with his old boss's son, and he didn't understand the navy, but he could still tell which side had more ships and which side had fewer ships, so he thought Archduke Frederick was just showing off.

However, in fact, Frederick had been preparing for this day for many years. He planned nine different plans to capture the island, and fifteen days was the slowest.