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

Chapter 1535 The Celebration Will Never End
One hundred and one royal cannon salutes exploded like spring thunder, announcing to the world the birth of Karl Augustus, the heir to the Austrian Empire.

This immediately ignited the crowds on the street, who cheered, jumped, and hugged each other excitedly. Some students and Greater Germans took out the black and gold ribbons they had prepared long ago, put them on, and sang the national anthem of the Austrian Empire.

"God save our Emperor Franz,

Our dear Emperor Franz!

May He grant us everlasting peace,

Let the glory of the motherland live forever.

Govern with wisdom, protect with justice,
Save us from shame and danger.

May God protect him,
Our Emperor,
As he has done, forever!

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First the bells of St. Stephen's Cathedral joined the chorus, followed by bells throughout Vienna. The City Hall urgently ordered all gas lamps in the city to be lit, and various celebrations that had been prepared long ago began immediately.

Almost all the restaurants in Vienna put up signs saying they were open for business. This had been decided in advance, and if everything went well they would serve the royal family.

All the citizens of Vienna will only need to offer a blessing and a copper coin to receive a gift.

"Long live the Crown Prince! Long live the Emperor!"

Cheers rose and fell on Graben Street (east-west) and Kohlmarkt Street (north-south), and royal maids in front of the palace gate were distributing exquisite candies to the crowd.

In this era of soaring sugar prices, such an approach is undoubtedly very extravagant. But it doesn't matter, after all, he knows best whether the sugar price has risen or not.

"See? With a crown prince, our country is more stable! Business will pick up! The celebrations will never end! Everything will be fine!"

The roadside stall owners were busy working and said with smiles that they sincerely hoped that the country would always be strong and prosperous, and that happy events would happen every day.

Those who care about the country more than them are the ordinary people who are receiving welfare. They are the only ones who need these little fortunes and happiness in daily life the most.

At this moment, everyone is equal, and those nobles will not condescend to compete with them for benefits, because such a thing is not only a loss of status for the nobles, but also not worth the loss.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some down-and-out nobles would condescend to do such things, but except for those real misers, most of the time they can still help some people.

"Karl, great Karl! The future of Austria, the future of Germany."

Fanatical Greater Germanists have already made their own interpretations, and this fanaticism will spread further in the foreseeable future.

A college student studying law said to his companions.

"I really hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be more enlightened than his father, and it would be best if he could bring a constitution to the Austrian Empire so that we can be like Britain."

A tall and strong companion immediately took over.

"Yes, the Empire needs change! We don't need more Emperor Franz Josephs."

Hearing the conversation between the two, the people on the side shrank their necks. Such words could be a big deal or a small deal in the Austrian Empire. At the very least, it could be just a normal emotional outburst, but at the most, it could be inciting rebellion and insulting the royal family.

"You'd better keep your voice down. Be careful of the secret police."

But some people said it nonchalantly.

"I hope to be more brutal and kill all the nobles and capitalists."

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The damp and cramped slums seemed even more deserted than usual, because most of the residents had either moved out or were attending the celebration. After all, for most of the real poor, this kind of almost free food was very attractive. In the darker alley, a group of people were sitting around a bonfire. A rough man in a ragged military uniform suddenly spat into the fire.

"I have fought for the Austrian Empire all my life. Now I have nothing but wounds and this tattered uniform. What else have I gained?"

A fat and dirty female worker continued to shout.

"Listen to how beautiful this music is, but it's to celebrate the birth of a little bastard! My husband and I worked diligently and finally managed to run a textile factory, but it was taken over by those barbaric guys!"

"Alright, alright. Stop screaming! Your little loss is nothing! Didn't my family's accumulation of more than ten generations just disappear in an instant? May the souls of these evil demons fall into hell and be tortured forever."

A man dressed as a down-and-out nobleman said this calmly but resentfully.

In addition to them, there are more and more people gathering here, and they all tell their resentment. They are coolies, employees, former secret police, boatmen, officials, etc.
As a cart with a cross on it entered the venue, the atmosphere reached its climax. A man in a gendarmerie uniform was tied tightly to the cross and was looking around in horror. His mouth was blocked and he could only make a whimpering sound.

However, just from the tearful expression and the smell of urine coming from below, people around could tell what kind of person this was.

A man picked up a torch and jumped onto the car, shouting loudly.

"See! This is the Habsburg's running dog!"

The people around picked up stones and threw them at the man tied to the cross, and soon he was covered in blood.

The man who looked like a leader saw that the time was almost ripe and continued speaking.

"The Habsburgs took away everything that was rightfully ours and locked us up in this dark alley. And those guys who sucked our blood are actually celebrating the birthday of this little bastard. Let's give them a big gift!

Watch us set Vienna on fire!"

After saying that, the man threw the torch onto the car, and soon the raging fire engulfed the person tied to the cross.

"But we have no weapons! Vienna has tens of thousands of police and gendarmes, and there are troops stationed outside the city. Can we really do it with just us?"

Although they have lost hope, no one wants to die, as living a miserable life is worse than dying.

The leader obviously knew what these people were going to say.

"Bring up the weapons!"

Heavy boxes were carried over from the depths of the alley, and the leader smiled proudly.

"Would you rather be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero for a day?"

“Be a hero!”

“Be a hero!”

"Okay! Open the box, and we'll go and make Vienna a river of blood! Our actions will soon be forgotten, but our feats will be passed down through the ages!"

"It will be passed down through the ages!"

Someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted again.

"It will be passed down through the ages!"

This leader was actually a salesman a few months ago, but was fired after being caught smuggling contraband.

While drinking in a bar, he unexpectedly met a boss who was willing to spend money. However, no amount of money could make him give up his life. The boss had already left him a way out, a boat ticket to the New World, and he would leave Vienna today.