Chapter 879 Pierwax Cafe

Many of them have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and still fantasize that their lives can continue forever. They don't care about the problems of Austria or Hungary at all.

Some people in the whole country are preparing for war, some are watching coldly, and the rest are completely ignorant. In such a weird state, they are approaching madness.

However, Hungarians have also made achievements in these years. They built a railway with a total length of 30 kilometers.

However, due to insufficient pig iron production, some were imported from Austria, and a full set of equipment such as locomotives were purchased by the way.

Hungarians don't want to use Austrian equipment, but they can't produce it. Other countries either can't transport it or the price is sky-high, and the performance is still very poor.

So they can only use Austrian goods, but this behavior was resisted by Hungarian nationalists, and even claimed to dismantle the railway.

Petofi has a different view. After all, he has been to Vienna and knows the power of railways and machinery, so he highly praises this behavior.

"The speed of the train is really amazing! Each of you should try it!

I really want our motherland to get on the train, so that it may make up for the gap of hundreds of years."

However, Petofi's poems are still very sharp. He looks down on those nobles and landlords who are complacent, and also looks down on those short-sighted capitalists.

"We are running non-stop, are we tired?

Not at all!

The train carries us forward bravely,

Bring us into another new world.

Build railways! Build railways!

Build a thousand! Build ten thousand!

Let them spread all over the world,

Just like blood vessels!

Why not build railways?

Lack of rails?

Then it is enough to smash the shackles of slaves!"

To be honest, Franz admired and appreciated Petofi's sharp irony.

It's just that the former has been determined to rebel, and the contradictions between the two sides cannot be reconciled. Franz cannot betray his class and family, so he must decide the winner.

February 22, 1848, Hungary.

In a cafe called Pierwax in Pest, you can see all kinds of people in strange costumes.

Some of them dress like hussars, some wear medieval dresses and wigs, and some try to look like Huns.

Some hold wine glasses, some hold axes, some hold hammers, and some hold bone cutters.

From time to time, there are shouts and curses, and the sound of axes and knives chopping wood is often heard, and of course there are cheers of toasting.

On the wall hangs a portrait of Marat, the "Friend of the People", of course this time he is not in the bathtub, but dressed neatly and holding a constitution symbolizing freedom.

When the news from France and Bohemia reached this small cafe, everyone was boiling.

"Stand up and act! Our friends!"

The radical leader Vasvali shouted, and he chopped his axe on the table with a dull crisp sound.

"We can't miss the opportunity to make Europe great again like our fathers did!

The French and Bohemians have already started for us, now it's time for Attila's descendants to show their talents!"

"Vashvali, you're right! We should teach those bigwigs what to do! We can't let them think that everything will be fine if they plug their ears with cotton!"

"Yes! We must take action!"

"Mr. Petofi! Come with us!"

"Mr. Petofi!"

"Mr. Petofi!"

Petofi is not very old, but he is very talented, and he is one of the first people to follow Kossuth, so everyone is convinced of him.

Petofi stood up, and the crowd cheered. Students from Pest University and radical young people rushed to the streets and shouted.

"Revolution! We want revolution! Overthrow the Austrian puppet government and overthrow the rule of the Habsburg dynasty."

The young people shouted loudly, but because the Pierwax Cafe was in the downtown area and today was a market day,

So their loud cries were soon drowned out by the shouts of hawkers, and the young people were a little overwhelmed.

"The French and Czechs have already taken action! We are the descendants of the great Attila, we are the whip of God!"

"Are you all deaf?!"

The numb crowd still ignored the group of young lunatics. Petofi felt a little heartbroken, but he knew that heartbreak alone was not enough.

Petofi asked for a ladder and climbed directly up the alarm bell tower. This alarm bell was prepared to prevent the invasion of the Ottomans. It has a history of hundreds of years.

Petofi grabbed the rusty pendulum and pulled it hard.

The ancient bronze bell rang again, and the sound was distant and long.

The clanging sound of "clang clang" sounded, and the noisy market was quiet for a moment.

Everyone looked at the young man standing on the tower. Petofi let go of the pendulum, and the ancient bell fell off because it could not withstand the wear and tear of the years.

With the last crisp "dong" sound, Petofi asked loudly.

"Five out of ten Hungarian babies die before their first birthday!

We work 20 hours on average to get a piece of bread! There is no salt in our soup! No meat! No milk for the children!

Should we continue to endure?"

Everyone knew what Petofi was going to say, but some people closed the windows because they didn't want to hear it out of fear or for other reasons.

"Yes! Close the windows so you can't see the outside world!"

The crowd began to murmur, and Petofi continued.

"I tell you! The French! The Italians! The Czechs! The Poles! They have all taken action!

The streets of Vienna are filled with barricades! Austria is finished! There is a turmoil everywhere! And we are wavering!

As descendants of the Huns, don’t you feel ashamed? Where is your blood? ! "

"Here!" At this time, the young students and radicals had their effect and immediately responded in unison.

"What are you waiting for! Take action!"

"let's move!"

"let's move!"

The mood of the crowd also rose.

"what should we do?"

Some people couldn't help but asked in confusion. They didn't know how people in other countries did it. People were a little confused. Are they going to attack the city hall? Or beat up two policemen or officials at random?

"We are descendants of the Huns. We either don't do it! Or we do something big! Let's go to the parliament!"

We need to ask Mr. Kossuth to take charge! We want to break our shackles! "

Under Petofi's call, people rushed to tell each other, and the crowd soon gathered into an unstoppable torrent.

In the Grand Council in Pest, Kossuth is fighting with the crowd. He will convince every member present before the crowd outside rushes in.

It was finally Kossuth's turn to speak on stage, but news came that Petofi had gathered people outside and was rushing to the parliament.

one conservative lawmaker asked with great disdain.

"Dear Mr. Kossuth, are you trying to force us to submit?"