Chapter 869 Bloodline Awakening

Alois Palffi and his officers were soon arrested, and they confessed after a brief interrogation.

Most of these people were second-generation soldiers who had never been to the battlefield. As for why they fled?

The answer was that they had no supply team at all, and it was unknown where the money that was supposed to be used for supplies went.

The reason for returning to Venice was that they got the news of Venice's recovery on the way, so they wanted to help Duke Alois Palffi get back on his feet.

They naturally couldn't admit defeat, so they could only blame the cowardice and incompetence of ordinary soldiers. They even prepared a set of rhetoric to shut Franz up.

But now it's useless. Franz wants to end this privilege of power without responsibility.

Then more than a hundred noble officers were hanged in the square of Venice without explanation. In fact, they had a lot to say and many people they wanted to find, but Franz didn't want to hear or see them.

Especially the honorable Duke Alois Palffi, he wanted to know why Franz did that, everyone could live in peace.

More than a hundred corpses were neatly hung in a row on the square. Seeing those masters who usually bullied them died tragically, the soldiers immediately let out a breath of anger in their hearts, and their spirits became slack.

After all, Archduke Franz looked so young and didn't look like a bad guy.

But soon they changed their minds.

"I ask you to go to the Po River front immediately to support Archduke Albrecht in fighting against the Papal Army."

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers immediately began to discuss.

"We have been running for several days, how can we have the strength."

"That's right, and I heard that the Papal Army has a million troops, aren't we going to die?"

"No! No!"

"Archduke Franz, please have pity on us"

Soon the noisy discussion turned into a protest, but this was completely within Franz's expectations, after all, according to legend, Franz was a good man.

There would be no burden to reject the request of the good people, and there was no need to worry about retaliation, so they decided to say no loudly.

"Bang! Bang!" After two gunshots, Franz shouted "Quiet!"

"This is not a request, but an order. I now order you to go to the Po River front immediately. Those who resist will die."

Franz's tone did not seem false, and more than a hundred corpses were still watching in the square. The soldiers had no doubt that Franz dared to hang them, after all, he did not even let those officials go.

But this seemed to be different from the good people in the soldiers' hearts. Why was his method so cruel? Why did he force us?

Franz didn't care what these soldiers thought of him. He only knew that after the battle of Venice, the entire Venetian region no longer needed so many troops.

The next battle of the Po River and the battle in the Lombardy region were the key.

Franz executed more than a hundred officers in Venice, and even the future head of the Palfi family.

This incident caused a great uproar in Vienna, and various aristocratic families began to take action. Regardless of whether this matter was true or false, they had to ask the Habsburg family and the Austrian imperial government for an explanation.

When the aristocratic Senate was excited, the old patriarch of the Palffi family was very low-key and did not make the matter public. He kept it secret even to his close friends, and then moved out of Vienna directly.

Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace.

Madame Sophie looked at Count Schüssel and asked.

"The old man of the Palffi family claimed that his grandson died for the country?"

"Yes. The old Duke Palffi had a falling out with the nobles in the Senate and wanted to leave Vienna."

Madame Sophie sneered.

"No wonder he can live so long, forget it. The Palffi family will not be held responsible for this matter. Those who made trouble will be arrested and interrogated strictly. They are probably the accomplices of Pius IX."

Count Schüssel was a little troubled.

"Do you mean the leader? Or all of them?"

"Catch them all! Don't you understand? The secret police are short of manpower. You can go to the Bavarian Association to ask for help."

Mrs. Sophie was a little impatient. Count Xussel had followed him for so many years and naturally knew that Mrs. Sophie found it very difficult, so she was very annoyed.

However, catching hundreds of prominent nobles at a time is a very difficult task. If you are not careful, you may even lose your life.

For such a thing, Count Xussel would not trust the so-called secret police, because most of them are locals, and many of them are even spies sent by big families.

Let alone whether they will cooperate with each other, just leaking some news will cause an uproar.

So Count Xussel decided to find someone from the Bavarian Association, and some difficult matters were handed over to the orphans adopted more than ten years ago.

But he still wanted to ask under what name those people should be arrested.

"Archduchess, it's a bit too much to say that they are accomplices of Pius IX. Maybe they are bewitched?"

Madame Sophie waved her hand.

"Just do as you say, but don't show mercy. Franz is right, these traitors can do nothing but hinder at the critical moment."

Count Schüssel spread his hands. After all, he was once a member of the noble family, but the eldest son of this noble family fell in love with a woman he shouldn't love.

"I didn't say you."

"Thank you."

Schussel turned and left to deal with the most difficult matter at the moment. When he reached the door, Madame Sophie spoke.

"Thank you for all these years."

Count Schüssel turned back and bowed respectfully, then turned and went out.

At this time, the Papal Army was still struggling to cross the mountains and ridges in Central Italy. The Italian countries had no experience in organizing a large army to go on an expedition. In addition, some high-ranking officials of some countries deliberately withheld funds, and the situation of the Italian coalition was very difficult.

Archbishop Cavaggi, the 93-year-old old charlatan who had served in the army of Frederick the Great, finally completed the last journey of his life.

A week before the Battle of the Po River, Archbishop Cavaggi died of old age.

Turin, Royal Palace.

Carlo Alberto looked at the two dusty generals, he was speechless, and what was even more speechless was that Lieutenant Generals Eusebio and Ettore de Sannaz actually boasted at the same time that they had pitted the liberal revolutionaries very badly.

"This is not the point at all, okay? Where is my Lombardy?"

Carlo Alberto struggled and roared, but he couldn't show it, after all, he still had to rely on these two good-for-nothings.

If the Austrian army really broke into the Kingdom of Sardinia, he would be finished. You know, this time he took the initiative to attack, while the Austrians were passively defending.

"How can we not lose?"

At this time, Carlo Alberto suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and an inspiration flashed through his mind quickly. At this moment, his Italian blood was completely awakened.

On March 21, 1848, the Kingdom of Sardinia announced its support for Austria against the Italian coalition forces, and at the same time arrested the "remnants of the Carbonari" in the Piedmont region.

I went off topic halfway through writing, and I wrote it again, so it was posted very late, sorry.