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

Chapter 1065 Fleeting

In the simple military tent, Marshal Radetzky seemed unhurried, and Countess Judith was also a master at this.

However, Countess Judith did not say anything, and Marshal Radetzky did not ask. The two sides drank tea from morning to evening, and the cannons outside had been ringing all day long, with only a faint sound until now.

Countess Judith finally couldn't help but said.

"Dear Marshal Radetzki, even if you don't think about your soldiers, you should think about the Austrian Empire.

War is not the only way to solve the problem, we can negotiate, which Mr. Bellevue believes will be beneficial to both sides. "

Marshal Radetzki did not speak, and Countess Judith was not discouraged. She knew that the other party was waiting for a price, so she continued.

"Mr. Bellevue can hand over half of the land of the Kingdom of Sardinia to your country in exchange for peace."

Radetzky still didn't speak, and Countess Judith frowned and said.

"Mr. Bellevue actually does not oppose your country's unification of the German region. Those who oppose your country are the lackeys of the British in the Paris Parliament.

If Mr. Bellevue becomes president, he will not openly challenge your country’s authority in the German region.”

Countess Judith's words had been very explicit, and this time Marshal Radetzki's expression changed a little.

Countess Judith decided to strike while the iron was hot, so she continued.

"In addition, Mr. Bellevue is also willing to provide financial compensation to your country. To show his sincerity, Mr. Bellevue asked me to bring a thousand kilograms of gold on the carriage."

One thousand kilograms of gold was equivalent to more than three million francs = 120,000 pounds at this time.

In fact, this so-called sincerity was not for the Austrian Empire, but a bribe for Marshal Radetzky and his subordinates.

After all, bribing a theater commander is much easier than bribing a country, but Marshal Radetzky looked very unhappy at this time.

Countess Judith was a little confused. Could it be that there was insufficient money? Or is this person in front of him really a loyal minister of the Austrian Empire?
"Is there anything else you are dissatisfied with about these conditions?"

Marshal Radetzki's face was ashen.

"Sorry, please excuse me for a moment."

Countess Judith suddenly felt bad, but when she thought of the old marshal's reputation, she felt that nothing would happen to her.

If you really can't, it's okay to commit yourself to the theater commander of the Austrian Empire. After all, the most important thing for a man is power and status. As for external things such as age, appearance, and nationality, they are not important.

Just as Countess Judith was thinking wildly, there was a sudden sound of splashing water outside.

It took a while before the old marshal arrived, smelling of lilacs.

Seeing Countess Judith, Marshal Radetzky said apologetically.

"I'm sorry for keeping my beautiful lady waiting for so long. I poop and pee a lot. Please forgive me."

Even Countess Judith, who had seen big scenes, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. She really didn't expect this old man to be so carefree.

"How have you considered that matter?"

"Which thing? Oh! Your suggestion is very good, but as you can see, I am just a theater commander, but I will convey it to the higher ups.

Leon, pour Countess Judith a glass of Amalfi limoncello. "

Amalfi lemon wine is a drink specially served at the end of a banquet to sober up and help digest food.

In fact, Marshal Radetzki did this to see off the guests, but most Austrian officers would not do this. They would look at their watches directly and tell the other party that it was time to leave. However, Countess Judith is an Italian and a woman, so Marshal Radetzky used this euphemistic way.

Although Marshal Radetzki had issued an order to expel guests, Countess Judith sipped the lemon wine as if she didn't understand, and then talked to herself.

"Amalfi is really a good place, but Asti is also good. The local wine is light-bodied and has a long aftertaste. When paired with the best black truffles, you will be intoxicated for a long time."

(An important city in the southern part of the Kingdom of Asti-Sardinia.)
Countess Judith held her cheeks with one hand and her red lips were dazzling. Coupled with her delicate face and mature figure, the two guards on the side felt their throats were dry and their Adam's apple could not help but squirm.

In the eyes of Countess Judith, a perverted old man who is still having an affair at the age of seventy-eight must not be able to resist her temptation.

The main reason why Marshal Radetzki re-employed after his retirement was that he could not afford to support his illegitimate children and mistresses, so Bellevue specifically asked Countess Judith to come.

Of course, Countess Judith also had selfish motives. It would be good if Bellevue could really return to France and become president as he said, otherwise it would also be good to be with the commander-in-chief of the Italian theater.

She felt that with her beauty, she could even go to Vienna and have a good time. At worst, she would just ride a horse to find a horse. Anyway, her reputation in the Kingdom of Sardinia was bad.

Another reason why Countess Judith wanted to leave Sardinia was that she knew better than anyone else the practices of liberals and nationalists.

If she can't find a big tree to provide shelter for her, then she, disgraced and defenseless, will be liquidated immediately.

"That's a good suggestion. We'll try it when we get to Asti."

The adjutant was not as polite as Radetzky. He stood directly at the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Countess Judith was not reconciled, she stood up and said.

"What don't you like about my proposal? Just say what you want!"

"Sorry, I'm just a theater commander and not qualified to negotiate with others. I can only convey your proposal upwards.
Besides, I think we have no chance. "

"What do you mean?"

"The gunfire outside has stopped."

Marshal Radetzki raised his hand, the curtain of the tent was opened, smoke was rising from the city of Turin, and there were soldiers everywhere celebrating their victory happily.

"How can this be?"

Countess Judith stared blankly in the direction of the city of Turin. She did not expect that the capital of the Kingdom of Sardinia fell so easily, and that the elites that Bellvi boasted were so vulnerable.

But Countess Judith soon came back to her senses, turned around and said with a smile on her face again.

"It's not like we don't have a chance."

But her voice stopped abruptly before she could finish her words. She saw the experienced Marshal Radetzky having a good conversation with a village woman in her fifties, preparing to go to Turin for a drink in the evening.

The village woman looked featureless, her hands were covered with calluses, and her strong arms were about the same size as Countess Judith’s waist.
Yes, this is Marshal Radetzki's mistress.

"Marshal, are you riding a horse or riding in a car with Ms. Bellucci? For the sake of safety, I suggest you take a car. This will make it easier for us to protect you."

"A winner should behave like a winner. Find me a white horse."

"Yes!" The adjutant made two gestures to the guard on the side, who immediately understood and brought a white horse and a carriage.

The old marshal mounted the white horse with great difficulty, then took off his hat, saluted his mistress who looked like a country girl, and rode into the procession.

The Austrian army quickly broke out of camp, leaving Countess Judith alone in the wind.