Chapter 908 Parade

May 2, 1848.

"A riot broke out on Coal Market Street!"

"A fire broke out on Haber Street in the south of the city!"

"A robbery occurred at the Old Town Opera House!"

Since the morning, the entire Vienna's security forces have been running around.

Everyone has an ominous premonition that the security forces are being stripped away from the central area bit by bit, but they are subject to some orders that they have to execute.

The most central area of ​​Vienna has become the area with the weakest security forces at this time.

Dozens of large and small civil organizations in the north of the city are gathering here, but there is no force to restrain or supervise them.

In fact, they should not have gathered here, but suddenly these dozens of organizations changed their original plans within a few days, and even the original leaders of some organizations disappeared directly.

Most of these people were forced to come in, and each of them was asked to let more people join in.

At this time, tens of thousands of people gathered in the north of the city, and then began to march towards the palace under the leadership of leaders from all parties.

But before that, routine performances are indispensable.

"Against hunger! Against oppression! Against tyranny! We want bread! We want cheese!"

A man who looked like an opinion leader stood on a temporary platform made of cargo boxes and shouted loudly, and the people below the stage applauded.

It's just that although they were excited, they didn't know why, they only knew that there were always a few people in each area who were particularly excited and exaggerated.

However, the emotions of the people were easily infected. Even if a few people were still sober, they were unwilling to stand up, or even dared not to stand up.

In fact, the people who came here today were more or less lucky, and they thought the government would compromise with them.

If the government could open the warehouse to release grain, their lives would be much better, and the Vienna government had done so in the past few years.

It would be better if they could give some more money, but they didn't want work-for-relief. Although the salary of government projects is high, it is often accompanied by high-intensity physical labor.

It would be best if they didn't have to work and still get paid.

Of course, there are also some people who really want to follow the example of the Parisians and overthrow their national government, and these people are also the most active among them.

However, more people were pretending to be passionate, but in fact they were watching coldly. At this time, they stood with these idiots, just paving the way for themselves with their flesh and blood.

"March to the Hofburg Palace! We want to convince the emperor! We want bread! We want cheese!"

"We want bread! We want cheese!"

The marching crowd was swaggering through the city, and at this time there was still no team to stop them. The remaining small group of gendarmes and police could not do anything even if they found them.

John Brax was a young policeman, and he could not ignore this chaos. But just when John Brax wanted to step forward to stop the crowd, his partner Karl von Brausch stopped him.

"John! Are you crazy? They will eat you!"

"Are you going to let me sit and do nothing? Look at the direction they are going!"

John Brax was ashamed and angry about his companions' behavior, but Karl von Brausch was very calm.

"I saw that they were going to the city center."

John Brax became even more angry.

"Do you know where the city center is? There is the imperial government and the palace there! Are you going to sit back and watch them attack the palace? Overthrow the imperial government?"

"It's not like this hasn't happened before. It's better for us to stay away. These people are crazy and might take it out on us."

Karl von Brausch was telling the truth. There had been several demonstrations in Vienna before.

Some people tried to stop it but were beaten up without exception. Several priests and officials had even lost their lives because of it.

"If we let these guys continue to make trouble, the country will be doomed! They will only make things worse!

When Prince Metternich was here, at least our country was in a peaceful state, the government would also issue relief food, and prices were relatively stable.

Look at what happened after Metternich left! How many prime ministers and cabinets have been replaced one after another! I can't remember them all!

Are those bigwigs really incompetent? I think it's the problem of these bastards! The prime minister and cabinet can be changed at will!

Sardinia and Modena all want to take a bite! The Hungarian barbarians dared to rebel! If they hadn't messed up the government, would these flies and mosquitoes dare to make trouble?"

Yon Brax said righteously, and Karl von Brax shook his head.

"So what? What can we do? You and I are just sesame seeds and mung beans in the eyes of others!"

"Then I have to stop them too!"

"Don't go to die! Come back!"

Yon Brax shook off his partner's hand and strode towards the parade that was engulfing the people everywhere.

The planners knew that the more people there were, the easier it would be, so they tried to involve as many people as possible along the way, and even knocked on doors.

However, after repeated negotiations between the government and the liberals, most people have become alert, and the quality of the people in Vienna is relatively high, with an average of elementary school education, so they are not so easy to fool.

But most people did not dare to confront such a marching group, they just closed their doors and windows and refused to join this farce.

"Hey! Listen! Go home quickly! I'll pretend nothing happened! Otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences!"

Yon Brax yelled, but the crowd in the parade just regarded him as a joke.

The leader of the parade always likes to wear a pair of glasses, so everyone likes to call him "the wise man".

"The wise man" saw that there was only one person blocking the road in front, and deliberately put his ear over.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Say it again!"

"The wise man" as the leader is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere, and humiliating this guy who is trying to stop a car with his arms is the most suitable for boosting the collective morale.

Those walking in front of the parade are naturally familiar with the style of the "wise man". They immediately cooperated with a burst of laughter, and then repeated the words of the "wise man" loudly.

"Say it again! Say it again! Boy! Say it again!"

Usually, the other party will lose all momentum and even urinate in the ass due to the tsunami-like sound waves.

But this time it was a little different. The lonely figure was not frightened. He walked up and grabbed the "wise man" by the ear and shouted loudly: "Go home!"

The "wise man" did not expect this to happen. He did not have time to retract his head. As a result, John Brax grabbed his ear and yelled, making him dizzy.

As a policeman, John Brax has rich experience in basic work. He knows the principle of hitting the snake at its seven inches, so he grabbed the leader's collar and held him.

"Listen! The party is over! Go home! Otherwise, I will put you all in jail! You are committing a crime, you know! The army is on the way!

If you don't want to die! If you don't want to go to jail, go home quickly!"

As the "wise man" was still in John Brax's hands, these words directly silenced the parade.

What John Brax said was indeed very reasonable and credible. Although he made it up, everyone knew that there were tens of thousands of troops stationed in Vienna at that time.

Moreover, the government and the army had suppressed some radical elements several times before, and those were all bloody lessons.

Barricades and street fighting were all ineffective in front of the Austrian army.

In fact, due to the existence of Franz, Albrecht's main focus when he served as the commander of the Vienna City Defense Army was to deal with barricades and how to fight street fighting.

Although these were some immature summaries of experience, they were far ahead of the times. In addition, the opponents were just some armed elements that were not even militias, so they were naturally invincible.

Seeing that the people in front were hesitating, especially that even one of the leaders, the wise man, was caught, the people in the parade began to whisper.

"What should we do? That seems to be Officer Brax."

"Mad dog Brax? Oh my God!"

"What's wrong?"

"This guy dares to catch the dog of a nobleman!"

"That's really crazy."

When someone on the side heard someone say this, he immediately replied.

"A foreigner, huh?"

"Yes, I came to Vienna to report on my work."

The tall foreigner had two very arrogant beards, which stood up like Roger's beard in One Piece.

"You came to Vienna to report on your work at this time? Are you crazy? The country and the royal family are going to be ruined, why are you still reporting on your work!

Rebel against us! Eat delicious food! Drink spicy drinks! Just like the Parisians."

"Parisians can't eat anymore."

The tall foreigner said expressionlessly.

"Really? Don't lie to me! I heard that as long as the corrupt old dynasty is overthrown, everyone can live the same life as the emperor.

Eat as many pig's trotters as you want, and drink cabbage soup every day."

"His Majesty the Emperor may not be able to hold the pig's trotters. As for cabbage, it doesn't seem to be a court delicacy. After all, Czechs, Italians and French don't like to eat cabbage very much."

The tall foreigner said while recalling.

"You are quite knowledgeable."

"I know a little bit, but what should we do now?"

The tall foreigner suddenly asked, and the people around him answered very straightforwardly.

"Watch the show! We will listen to whoever wins!"

"Yes! This way we will not suffer any loss!"

"But what if what the young police officer said is true?"

"It's okay! The law does not punish the masses! And the Austrian government always targets those who lead the trouble, so we don't need to be afraid."

"Yes! It's a sure win! Occasionally, you can smash a few shops and make a fortune. Haha!"

"Haha!"

Yon Brax did not stop the parade, because the real big shots behind him could not wait, and they would not care about a leader of the minions.

A gunshot came from somewhere, hitting the chest of the "wise man".

The "wise man" vomited a few mouthfuls of blood in disbelief and slowly fell down. As for where the gun was aimed and who it was aimed at, it is unknown.

Faced with the sudden change, the decision of Officer Yoen Brax was still very correct.

That's one word: "Run"!

Fortunately, the officer's job is to walk the streets, and there are not many people in the team behind him who really want to avenge the dead "wise man".

So Officer John Brax really escaped without any danger. A few seconds of heroism can't change anything, and the parade still moves forward.

In fact, these people are just cannon fodder. According to the intelligence of the Fantero family, the royal guard is fully capable of resisting the attacks of these ordinary people after several expansions.

Later, Lieutenant General Molka's city defense army was the main force in conquering the Hofburg Palace. They would launch a surprise attack on the palace on the pretext of the royal massacre of civilians.

In order to ensure nothing went wrong, Lieutenant General Molka brought all the artillery in the armory of the city defense army.

In fact, even with the help of artillery and rebels, Lieutenant General Molka's more than 10,000 city defense troops were not sure of defeating the equally well-equipped Forbidden Army.

But Lieutenant General Molka was full of confidence at this time, because everything was under his control. Regarding the fire at Duke Fantero's house and the disappearance of Duke Fantero, he thought it was a good thing.

Especially since even Solomon Rothschild has disappeared, after he captures the Hofburg Palace and captures Ferdinand I alive, the Hungarians will at least make themselves a duke.

No! You need the title of prince!

Lieutenant General Molka sat confidently in a tall tower in the distance and watched everything that was about to happen. It was impossible for the Forbidden Army to compromise. They were ready for battle, and their artillery was facing the direction of the street.

From the perspective of the Forbidden Army, this was completely their duty, but from the perspective of the marchers, it was a completely different story.

The latter came to reason, but the former turned their cannons and bayonets against them. Then the gun accidentally went off, and the angry people began to storm the palace.

When the fight between the two sides is about the same, Lieutenant General Molka will personally clean up the mess, and he also has a trump card.

Everything seemed to be running according to his script, but suddenly a white line blocked the parade.

Those were the disabled veterans of the Invalides in Vienna, but they did not have any weapons in their hands, only crutches and armchairs.

The veterans were neatly dressed, hanging their medals and ribbons on their chests, with solemn and solemn expressions. Although he has been away from the battlefield for many years, his momentum has not diminished at all.

The parade was forced to stop again. Some of them didn't know how to deal with these old bones.

"Look at these old bones, they can fall apart if the wind blows! Are you here to touch the earth?"

The leaders wanted to make some jokes about the veterans, but the atmosphere was frighteningly cold.

The citizens of Vienna still have great respect for these veterans who have fought for their country, and no one wants to make fun of these people who are not afraid of death.

As mentioned before, the economic situation of the Austrian Empire at that time was very bad, so the soldiers who could enter the Invalides had truly experienced a narrow escape.

Otherwise, they can only receive a meager pension and return to their hometown to fend for themselves.

"Go back! Go home! Be a loyal person! There will be bread! There will be cheese!

Our country will get better and better! The Italians have surrendered! Pius IX also made Archduke Franz King of Rome.

This war is nothing more than a conspiracy by some careerists who have deceived His Majesty the Pope. Now those people have been punished as they deserve, and His Majesty the Pope is on our side again!

Go home! Archduke Franz's army is already on the way! "