The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1464 Fireworks
There are not many kings who lead their troops in person, and even fewer who can truly turn the tide.

Nicholas I once led a massive expedition in person, but ultimately had to end it abruptly due to an outbreak of cholera.

Only Franz defeated all his opponents under the threat of half of Europe and finally won.

No one knows whether Fanny Cote is the contemporary saint of France, but it is a well-known fact that she is Franz's mistress.

There were rumors of scandals between the two sides during the war, but people had long been fond of stories about heroes and beauties, and not many people paid much attention.

Fanny Cotes likes to think of herself as a patriot. She wants to be a hero of France. She doesn't like being asked about her relationship with Franz every time, and she doesn't want their relationship to be made public.

In fact, Fanny Cote was initially resistant to the pension offered by Franz, but after the war she soon found herself being despised.

The Duchess, who had lost her public office and property, quickly accepted Franz's approach.
However, it didn't take long for Fanny Cote and Franz's relationship to be hidden because she became pregnant.

Franz neither admitted nor denied it, which was the greatest protection for her.

This was commonplace to the older generation of nobles, but extremely shocking to the younger generation. After all, it was too exciting to have a one-night stand with a female general from another country who was both an enemy and a friend while fighting a war.

Franz did all the things they dared not think of.
Royal Palace of Wallachia at night.

In the Turkish bath, Anna Ipatella had just finished a satisfying battle and was now nestling in Franz's arms, enjoying a moment of tenderness.

Wallachia was liberated and he himself was truly redeemed.

Anna Ipatosa feels very happy.
Conquering women and conquering land equally satisfied Franz. Wallachia was the most important piece of the Austrian Empire in the Balkans besides Belgrade, which made Franz inevitably feel a little proud.

"How about you become the chief steward of this palace?"

Anna Ipatella blinked her beautiful big eyes, smoothed her messy hair, and said coquettishly.

"What palace steward? Are you really going to lock me up for life?"

Franz also comforted him at the right time.

"How could that be? I just want to say that the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

"Why are you still working so hard? The country and the people are all yours, what else do you want?"

Anna Ipatella pretended to push Franz away, but Franz naturally realized that he could not let her do as she pleased, so he quickly hugged her.

“It’s not difficult to defeat a tyrant, but how can you guarantee that the next tyrant won’t appear?”

Franz's words puzzled Anna Ippodrome.

"Aren't you the emperor? Don't you even trust the officials you choose?"

Franz shook his head.

"Of course I trust them. They are the best of the best."

"That"

"But someone has to supervise them. Everyone needs supervision, including me."

"How about I supervise you?"

Anna Ippodrome threw her arms around Franz's neck.

"Okay. But it depends on your ability."

The organization Anna Ipatice founded in Wallachia was called the Scarlet Crusade, a name taken from Wallachian folklore, in which the Danube was dyed with blood by the Wallachians fighting the Ottomans.

Most people in the organization were excited about what might happen between the female leader and the Austrian Emperor. After all, this would make them a regular army and they wouldn't have to worry about being liquidated by the Austrians.

The Scarlet Crusaders were well aware of the power of the Austrian Empire, but they also envied the treatment of the Austrian Empire's army and looked forward to being incorporated.

Of course, there were a small number of exceptions, who were either Greater Romanianists or bullies who committed many evil deeds and were afraid of being liquidated by the Austrian Empire, and some were admirers of the Bucharest Eagle.

These people were specially invited to the same bar to celebrate the birthday of their other leader. Some people started complaining after a few beers.

"We were betrayed by that bitch! She wanted us to be running dogs for the Austrians!"

"What did you say?"

The cadre who had always admired Anna Ipatella couldn't help but stand up and beat someone up, but was quickly stopped.

"Don't be impulsive, we are all family."

The host this time, Wishart, immediately came out to smooth things over. As the second-in-command of the organization, his words naturally carried great weight.

"Who is he? He slanders the leader!"

"Who slandered her? Does she dare to come out and confront him?"

Soon the quarrel broke out again in the bar and some people even came to blows.

At this time, Wishart threw a wine bottle hard on the ground.

"That's enough! Listen to me!

We, the Scarlet Crusaders, are here to save Wallachia! We are not the private armies of the Bucharest Eagle. Just because she has sided with the Austrians doesn’t mean we have to do the same!”

Someone nearby responded immediately.

"Yes! No matter who rules here, the Ottomans, the Russians, or the Austrians, we are all free Wallachians!"

"Long live Wallachia!"

"That's right! We Wallachians should live freely and rob freely! No one can restrain us!"

Wishart did not invite the Bucharest Eagle's die-hard fans, only some centrists who were still hesitant because of their admiration for her.

“I believe that the real Bucharest Eagle is a freedom-loving goshawk, not a canary who wants to be caged.

Maybe she had no choice, or maybe she was waiting for us to rescue her!

Brothers, the Emperor of the Austrian Empire is in the palace. If we catch him, all problems will be solved!"

Many people were frightened by the idea of ​​taking action against the emperor of the Austrian Empire. After all, most people thought that this was an internal struggle just to seize power.

If he did not accept the Austrian Empire's assimilation, he would just run away to the mountains and continue to be a bandit. But what Wishart said now was too sensational.
Seeing that everyone around him was in a daze, Wishart was very happy. It seemed that everything was under his control, so he jumped onto the bar.

"Listen! You bunch of losers! What's the point of being a bandit in the mountains? As long as you capture the Emperor of the Austrian Empire, you can have everything you want!
Lots of money! Lots of women! No one can stop us from becoming landlords in Wallachia or going to America!"

"Long live Wallachia!"

"The dog emperor of the Austrian Empire is in the palace in the city center! It's only two kilometers away from us! Charge!"

Royal Palace, Bucharest.

Franz and Anna Ippodrome are looking at the stars in the sky.

"Do you think those guys will take action?"

“I hope they don’t do anything.”

Anna Ipatès answered with a hint of sadness.

Suddenly fireworks rose from the distance.

"It seems that you are still too kind."

Franz whispered soothingly.

(End of this chapter)