Chapter 910: Repaying Evil with Kindness, How to Repay Kindness?

In fact, the people who stayed in the barracks at this time were carefully selected by Lieutenant General Morka. There were no diehards or hardliners among them. Most of them were just fence-sitters.

They would do anything as long as there was enough benefit. Only such people could ensure the perfect implementation of his plan.

Lieutenant General Morka's 10,000 troops advanced towards the palace. In order to get to the palace as quickly as possible, he had already sent artillery and other heavy weapons to a warehouse not far from the palace.

In addition, in order to increase the success rate as much as possible, he also asked the messenger to go to the Hofburg Palace first to tell the imperial guards that he was here to help quell the rebellion.

However, Lieutenant General Morka had to stop halfway through his journey. Because the purgatory-like scene on the street at this time made it impossible for him to go on.

The team that tried to attack the palace just now had been completely wiped out at this time. It was a real complete annihilation. There was no living person. Every corpse was stabbed. The chest and face were either shot or pierced by bayonets.

The corpses were too dense, and it even made people suspect that it was a massacre. Lieutenant General Morka should have been very excited, because he could use this to perfect his lie.

But at this time, Lieutenant General Morka was only afraid, because as a soldier, he knew very well that his army could never do this.

Such a large number of casualties were caused in such a short time, but he had no time to feel all this. Lieutenant General Morka could only gamble now, betting that the trump card would let him enter the gate of the palace.

However, with a series of violent explosions, Lieutenant General Morka's warhorse threw him to the ground, and the muzzle appeared in the windows of shops on both sides of the street, and countless shotgun shells shot out.

Such a close distance made it impossible for the soldiers to avoid it. The moment the iron beads shot into the human body, a group of gorgeous blood mist bloomed on the street, which was particularly brilliant in the sunlight that pierced through the dark clouds.

Lieutenant General Morka was knocked unconscious at this time. Before he could figure out the situation, the second round of attacks began, and countless rockets fell from the sky. His team had no way to avoid it in the narrow streets.

Some people wanted to escape into the shops on both sides, but what awaited them was a more intensive rain of bullets.

Gunmen had long been ambushed in the shops on both sides, and they were using new rifles that had not yet been delivered to the main force.

Such an efficient means of attack was undoubtedly the Austrian army.

"Our own people! Don't shoot!"

Some people had already reacted and shouted immediately, but they were responded to by a more ruthless rain of bullets. Explosions, gunshots, and screams were endless.

The bloody attack lasted for half an hour, and Lieutenant General Morka stared blankly at the street that had now turned into purgatory.

Suddenly, neat footsteps sounded, accompanied by melodious military music, and neatly lined Austrian soldiers appeared on the street.

Due to the national style, Austrian military music also sounded a little decadent. The neat footsteps sounded like the roar of a prehistoric beast to these rebels who had just experienced the bombardment, which made people feel terrified.

Some of the rebels who could still stand up tried to escape, some tried to surrender, and some tried to explain something, but the only response to them was bullets.

After another quarter of an hour, the Austrian soldiers began to make up for the knife, and they did not let go of any body.

At this time, the tall foreigner had changed into a general's uniform, and his two mustaches were still exaggeratedly curled on his lips.

"General Heinau! Lieutenant General Morka is still alive and he wants to see you!"

The messenger was very excited. After all, catching Lieutenant General Morka was a great achievement, but Julius Jacob von Heinau spat fiercely on the ground.

"How can such a bastard always survive to the end! Bring him here!"

Soon, two soldiers carried Lieutenant General Morka over. At this time, half of Lieutenant General Morka's face and hair were burnt, one leg was wrapped in thick bandages, and his left arm was drooping.

Seeing the other party so embarrassed, Heinau finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You, traitor, are you going to ask me why I want to kill you? Those who instigated the mob to rebel just now have already asked me."

Heinau asked himself and answered.

"I have no right to reply to the orders from above."

Hainau was a Hessian, the illegitimate son of a German nobleman and a Jew. He was rigid and inflexible, so he was very unwelcome in the aristocratic circles of the Austrian Empire.

Lieutenant General Morka was just the opposite. He was born with a smooth personality and a harmless appearance.

"Why are you here?"

This was the biggest question in Lieutenant General Morka's mind. He clearly had a script, and everyone was acting according to his plan.

According to the plan, Heinau's troops should still be cleaning up the mess in the mountains of central Italy.

"I arrived three days ago, but the troops entered the city in batches, and the communication with the imperial guards was not smooth, so I could only use one-third of my troops to deal with you."

"One-third?"

"Well, I brought back 60,000 people. And as long as the battle starts, the troops outside the city will enter Vienna within three hours.

You can't win."

Heinau's tone was full of contempt. He hated these guys who were just sitting there doing nothing, but even so, he hesitated when he received the order to wipe out the rebels. After all, this was not in line with the style of Austria and the Habsburg family.

However, Franz said: "If we let these rebels go every time, then how should we treat those loyal people? Will their blood be shed in vain?

There is an old saying from the East that is often taken out of context, ‘How can we repay kindness with evil? 'Now it's time for those guys to pay with their blood! "

Heinau still respected Franz very much, especially after the Brescia incident. The historic Brescia incident earned Heinau the nickname "The Hyena of Brescia".

In fact, in the Brescia incident, the Italian priest colluded with the rebels to massacre the wounded Austrian soldiers in the church first, and Heinau led the troops to besiege and refused the enemy to surrender.

However, due to various historical factors, the priests and rebels who treacherously massacred wounded soldiers in churches became heroes, while Hainau, who wiped out the enemy for revenge, became synonymous with cruelty.

In this life, the war went very smoothly after Franz arrived in Venice, and most of the wounded soldiers were taken care of by the wartime hospital established by Franz. Most of the remaining wounded soldiers were treated by professional doctors.

(This mainly refers to private doctors in private clinics. During the war, Franz specially recruited all doctors.)

So Franz felt that this tragedy would not happen, but history always has its inevitability. When passing by Brescia, a group of wounded soldiers entered the church to pray, praying to the priest to let them live in God's residence for a moment of peace. .

However, what they got was betrayal and eternal sleep. The passing Hainaut tribe immediately besieged the church after learning the news.

But this time the person who gave the order was not Heinau, but Franz.

The Brescia incident in history was entirely due to the incompetence of the Austrian Empire's propaganda machine. This time Franz must make him a hero.