The sun never sets in America

Chapter 361 War Prelude: The Fuse of the War

bang bang bang! ! !

"Hurry up and chase, don't provoke the rebels!!"

"quick……"

On the streets of Milan, Italians in simple clothes watched as a "patriot" fell to the guns of the Austrians.

Looking at the marching steps of the Austrians, everyone on the street was praying, "God bless their heroes."

Marcheni, wearing a gray hat, holding a coffee cup and leaning on the red wall, watched as another "hero" was shot to death, and his body was thrown directly into the stinky trash can. The Austrian I hope this cruel and disgusting practice will shock the Italians.

On the streets, Milanese people watched this cruel scene in fear. Even when the Austrian soldiers passed by, some people nodded and bowed and took off their hats in salute.

Marchini looked at this scene without saying anything. After drinking the last sip of bitter coffee, he threw the rusty iron coffee cup to the "trembling" coffee shop owner and walked out of the uncomfortable coffee shop. Big cafe.

Walking on the streets of Milan, looking at the "decayed" buildings around him, although there was a "Renaissance" atmosphere everywhere, Marchini only felt shame.

Shame on the Italians! !

Marcheni is only thirty-two years old. At his age, according to the traditional sense, he should be the age of a father. In Italy, a place where family values ​​are very strong. Even if you don’t have two children after marriage, you are embarrassed to see others.

"Remember, there is no next time!!"

"Keep your head up like a man, like a real Italian, don't let those Austrians look down on us!!"

"I think we should complete Italy's independence by seeking support from other European countries."

But he came because here is the future of Italy that he firmly believes in.

"Tap!!"

Marcheni, who walked into the house through the secret passage, looked at the dim light in front of him and the dozens of people with sad faces, and said with an unhappy expression:

“It’s not the first time we failed, it’s just another failure!!”

From that time on, he never got married and chose to live alone, just as his father Marcheni Sr. said: "You must be possessed by the devil. Damn it, you should have let him be baptized at the time of baptism." Priest, please add more holy water!!”

"I believe you have also seen that the whole of Europe is actually on the verge of a state of war. The contradictions between France and Austria, the contradictions between Prussia and Austria, the contradictions between Russia and the Ottomans, as well as the contradictions between the British and everyone behind them, they all Waiting for the war to begin, but who can guarantee whether the war will come to Italy at its most intense moment..."

“So I think the sooner you break free, the more selective it will be!!”

However, in the "strange eyes" of others, he gave up his so-called millions of wealth and gave it to his younger brother, Yote, also known as little Marcheni.

(Because there are a lot of robberies on this street, most businesses operate with half-open doors)

When the people around saw this scene, they all showed knowing smiles. Yes, it is really uncomfortable without pizza! !

"It's impossible to do this if we rely only on these little guns..."

Marcheni walked on the street, looking at the panicked crowds and the "patrolling" Austrian eagle dogs, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.

Marchini's words seemed to have some magic power, awakening everyone who was still "depressed" by another failure.

"Hush", Marcheni put his finger to his mouth, looking at the mafia who were still trading "black goods" and the street girls with exposed figures, Marcheny breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted There came a sound:

"Damn, my pizza wasn't given to me. Do you know what it means to an Italian to have no pizza??"

"We have to make those Austrians pay!!"

"The easier it is to avoid losses, but if we still do nothing here, I think our fate, the fate of us Italians, may be even more miserable. By that time, Italy will become the main battlefield in Europe, and Italians You will also pay an unimaginable price for this!!”

Although this millionaire is only a so-called Italian lira, he is indeed considered a rich man.

Looking at the "angry" members around him, Marcheni frowned and didn't speak for a long time. It wasn't until a member said that he wanted to use "the same method as last time" again that he spoke:

“I don’t think assassination is the solution to all problems. In fact, we simply cannot bear the responsibility of assassinating Austrian nobles. That will only make those Austrians crazier, more unscrupulous, and have more reason to deal with us!! "

The young man named Lucas on the opposite side was hesitating and hesitating. He looked exactly like those restaurant waiters when they encountered overbearing customers, and even acted better.

Marchenni’s familiar answer:

“No, I had spaghetti!!”

"President, we must do something, we can't keep losing like this!!"

Marchini doesn't care about those people's opinions. For him, nothing is more important than Italy. If there is one more thing to add, it is "dignity", the dignity of Italians! !

It's not that he is too poor to get married, nor is it a physical problem.

But soon, his words were refuted by a young man named "Reem":

"Mr. President, I don't think anyone in Europe is willing to stand up for us at this time."

Boom! !

Marcheni knocked on a door, and a voice came from inside: "Sir, we don't have the pizza you want here!!"

“Everyone needs to understand!!”

Marchini, who was walking around, went around in circles, passed through several secret passages, and returned to the place where he was just now. To be precise, it was the fifth house to the left of the half-closed pizza shop.

"Yes, our people cannot die in vain!!"

"President..."

Marcheni stumbled out, and Lucas looked at the indifferent eyes of the people around him, quickly closed the door, and continued to sell what he called "pizza."

As the eldest son of the family, Marcheni's marriage will be arranged at a very young age in Europe where primogeniture is the system. Whether it is an upper-class Italian lady or the daughter of a partner, as long as Marcheni is willing, he will do it. Can be owned immediately.

There was no response for a long time inside the door, but Marchenni was very calm. "Click", the door opened, revealing a young man also wearing a black hat. After the young man saw Marcheni, he shouted excitedly :

"God bless you are still alive!!"

I don’t know if it’s true or not. Anyway, during this period, the relatively ignorant people around them believed in the so-called “holy water is not enough theory”, so that the children born in Milan later faced an even worse environment.

Usually the people who come here are either mafia gang members, or people from various religions and petty thieves. Rich men like Marchini have no need to come to such a degenerate place full of "stench and decay".

Marcheni walked expertly through the ponds, then turned left and right, and entered an alley. This alley was called "Savoy" by locals. It is said that it was built by a baker named Savoy. He later died. , coupled with the expansion of Milan City, it has become a relatively large "slum".

After stepping through a small pool of water, dirty water splashed on his trouser legs, staining them with brown spots, but he was not unhappy at all. Instead, he took it for granted, because there were only such dirty places, those Austrian bastards , will not come to search.

In fact, Marcheni's family runs an olive oil factory in Milan. They are not said to be very rich, but they are still considered millionaires.

But Marcheni is such a guy who goes his own way, and he remains unmarried to this day.

Marchini's words are very clear, that is, he hopes to take advantage of the current complex situation in Europe to complete the so-called Italian renaissance.

Reem's words were like lightning, exploding in everyone's hearts, but they soon fell into anxiety, that is, if the war really happened, would they become sinners if they did so.

"Reem, you are still young. You don't understand that this world is not as simple as you think. Besides black and white, there are countless grays..."

Marcheni used his experience as a veteran to admonish this young man who was even more "arrogant" than when he was young.

Reem continued:

"For Italy, it is most cost-effective if the war breaks out as soon as possible and becomes independent before the war reaches the mid-term."

"Once it is delayed to the middle and late stages, I am sure that many people will die in this European war. If 10,000 people have to die to gain dignity, I hope I will be among them. If it costs one million people, 10 million people If I gain dignity, then I will not hesitate to abandon the so-called dignity and protect the lives of all Italians!!"

Reem's expression was serious, even more pious than those guys who "keep talking" about sacrifice.

Looking at this young man named Reem, Marchini was in a trance, as if he saw his seventeen-year-old self, standing in front of his father and saying "reject" righteously in front of the Austrian tax collector. Although In the end, he handed it in and was beaten by his father, but he also understood the truth. Without Italy, there would be no him. The so-called "millionaire" is just fish in the eyes of the Austrians. When will it be put on the chopping block? , it all depends on their mood.

After reminiscing for a long time, Marchini looked at this ambitious young man and finally asked:

"What are you going to do??"

Reem, who was recognized, replied excitedly: "Assassination, or assassination!!" "Kill who!!"

"French!!"

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Vienna, a city that looks old but is actually very new.

The city was also the centerpiece of the entire Austrian Empire.

There is also the famous "Academy of Fine Arts" here, which has trained generations of European artists.

Vienna has the best music and art in Europe, this is what Austrians like to say.

Vienna is like the pearl of Austria, the heart of Austria. Its status is unshakable at any time.

.........

The Royal Palace in Vienna is filled with artworks from past dynasties. Even the escalators are gold-plated and look extremely luxurious.

For Austrian Emperor Franz Joseph, these luxurious works of art and valuable treasures were not important. What was important was the throne of Austria.

Or the throne of the Habsburg family.

This is the most important thing, everything else can be discarded.

Nothing is more important than Austria, this is what Joseph often says.

In fact, this sentence has another meaning, that is, nothing is more important than the throne of the Habsburg family.

Joseph, who was in his prime, dealt with Austria's national affairs every day. Although everything would be handled by the cabinet, as the emperor, he naturally did not trust others, especially the cabinet, a place that competed with the emperor for power.

"Your Majesty, French Foreign Minister Walter will arrive in Vienna this afternoon, do you think?"

The attendant stood opposite and reminded the emperor in a respectful tone not to forget diplomatic etiquette.

"Although I hate those damn French guys, I have to admit that they are really hard to offend now!!"

Joseph pursed his lips and seemed to dislike the French.

"Okay, let's meet the French Foreign Minister, and we'd better hope the French guy doesn't do anything unusual!!"

As if he realized that what he just said was somewhat inconsistent with his status as an emperor, Joseph reluctantly agreed.

……

"What, that bastard wants to visit Vienna and wants our protection!!"

Joseph had just finished receiving the French Foreign Minister Varta, and before he could rest, he heard Varta, who had returned to his apartment, make an unacceptable request.

Although this requirement is actually not very high, in the current turbulent situation in Europe, when war may break out at any time, the French suddenly come here. Who knows what they are thinking, maybe they are observing the morale of the Austrians.

Not to mention, it’s true that this request came from Valta’s whim. When he first came here today, he planned to visit Vienna to deepen his understanding of Austria. After returning, Napoleon III asked about it. I can answer some questions.

"Damn, I knew those French guys weren't that easy to serve!!"

"Damn, bullshit Napoleon III..."

In the palace, Joseph was cursing the French, mainly the French emperor, Napoleon III.

I don’t know how long he cursed before Joseph stopped and said slowly:

"Okay, but we shouldn't give him too much protection. Then Austria becomes the French guy's bodyguard. Just send two people at will!"

Joseph expresses his disgust for France in an extremely perfunctory manner.

Soon, Warta's French Foreign Minister took several escorts from Austria and started touring the city of Vienna in rotation by car and boat.

Looking at the artistic buildings on the street, Valta thought they were pretty good from an artistic point of view, but when he thought that such a city would fall into war in the future, he felt a little reluctant.

But soon Varta recovered from his emotions. After all, if what he thought really happened, it would prove that France's plan would be successful.

In this way, the city of Vienna has become dispensable, and there is no need to consider whether it even exists.

The few guards who were transferred by Joseph looked at the French Foreign Minister who was looking around on the street. They looked at each other a few times and could tell that they were "helpless".

After all, just after getting off the boat, no one would be happy if this guy wanted to see the building again.

On the street, people were coming and going, looking at Varta who was caught in the middle. Even the most stupid people knew that he was a big shot. Although they were curious and wanted to take a few more glances, they were still under the watchful eyes of the guards. Away from the place near Valta.

Just when Valta was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the crowd. Before he could react, he was knocked down with a "bang bang". By the way, when he was dying, he heard the words: "Long live Austria!" !”

On the street, the crowd screamed and dispersed. Several guards helped Vasita up in a panic, but at this time, he was actually only one step away from death.

The gunman was arrested without resistance. When he was arrested, he was still shouting "Long live Austria!!"

"What, he's dead!!"

"What do you do for a living? Such a big living person died like this and died in Vienna. How do you want me to explain to the French and to that bastard Napoleon III?"

"Damn!!"

In the palace, after Joseph received the news that "rescue efforts were ineffective," he was filled with anger and panic. He understood the current situation in Europe so well that he could just press the powder keg and ignite it with just a spark.

Joseph breathed heavily, his face kept changing, and finally made up his mind, shouting loudly: "Quick, go and inform the British Minister that I need to discuss with London!!"

At this time, Joseph was like a ship that had lost its compass. The only way was to follow the direction of the North Star. And in Europe, what could be more suitable to be the North Star than the British Empire? ?

"God bless Austria, God bless us..."

Joseph was alone in the chapel room of the palace, constantly praying to the statue of Jesus.

A few hours later, even though Joseph ordered the news to be blocked, news about the assassination of French Foreign Minister Vartha in Vienna spread throughout Europe, and then the entire world.

So people are focusing on two places, London and Paris! !

The city of Paris was filled with anti-Austrian crowds. They surrounded the Austrian legation. Stones and rotten eggs were thrown on the wall of the Austrian legation like snowflakes.

At the Palace of Versailles, Napoleon III, who hesitated all afternoon, finally made a decision.

The next day, French officials demanded an explanation from Austria, an apology and compensation, and they needed to guarantee Italy's legal status.

For a time, the world was in an uproar, and everyone knew that Napoleon III was using Varta's personal plot to plot Italy.

(End of this chapter)