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

Chapter 1113 Just Tonight
"You said it very well, Mr. Kossuth. So when do we start? I have received accurate information that the traitors will hold a meeting at the Pest Hotel tonight. They claim that they want to redefine the fate of Hungary."

Kossuth sneered after hearing this.

"What a bunch of brainless idiots! That inherently evil Austrian kid has killed so many people in Vienna and Frankfurt, how could he let us go?

Only 54 people survived the Battle of Pressburg, and less than of the -man army survived the battle to retake the Austrian-occupied territory.

Are the Austrians fighting? They are killing people! Those idiots are only hurting themselves and others by letting the thieves in!

Today! I will purge the bad blood from the Hungarian nation! They intermarried with the Austrians, their noble bloodline has been tainted, and they do not know how to repent. They deserve death!

Tell Tyutkalá to come here! Tell him that the Hungarian nation needs him and his self-defense forces! "

Pace Hotel.

This ancient hotel is brightly lit tonight, and the periphery is filled with luxurious carriages and crowds of onlookers.

In fact, these guys are still using the French model. The advantage of this model is that it is very powerful, but the disadvantage is that as long as those in power are not selectively blind, they will know what they are doing.

"Everyone! I have something to say, please listen carefully. Those university students and unclothed nobles headed by Kossuth do not understand what rules and order are!

We, the true nobles, the true Hungarians, cannot accept this stupid leadership any longer! We must act!"

A young nobleman in gorgeous clothes raised his arms and shouted, and the young people around him also shouted with excitement.

“Real Hungarians take action!”

Just like when they supported Kossuth, they were full of passion and energy.
"Take action? Take what action?"

An old man sneered, and a young man shouted indignantly.

"We are going to protest in front of Congress!"

The old man continued to sneer.

"Protest? Will protest be of any use? Have you forgotten the tragedy of the Duke of Bagnat?"

The atmosphere in the hotel froze in an instant. It was no secret that Duke Banyat had been assassinated, nor was it any secret that he was at odds with the Kossuth faction in power.

It is hard not to think of something when the Duke of Bagnat was assassinated at the height of the argument between the two sides.

The Hungarian government's investigation results showed that the person who assassinated Duke Banyat was a spy sent by the Austrian Empire, but the murderer mysteriously died in prison before the public trial began, which further confirmed people's speculation.

The thought "There is no way out of protest" flashed through everyone's mind in an instant. Although the Pace Hotel was very lively at this time, most people did not have any real power, let alone the courage to fight against it.

Finally, the first person shouted the slogan "Down with Kossuth", but this voice was only sporadic and did not become a unified voice.

In fact, this was a trap, but the person who set it up overestimated the courage of these people. Even if there were actors mixed in, it was not possible to put on a good show that would excite the crowd.

"We can't act rashly, as that will only bring greater disaster!"

"That's right! Be extremely careful."

"correct."

The voices of wait-and-see attitude have turned from whispers at first into an unstoppable wave.
The old man in fancy clothes looked extremely ugly, but after thinking about it, he changed the subject.

"Disaster? Poor people have no jobs, can't afford to eat, there's a civil war going on all over Hungary, and the Austrians are almost at the gates. What could be worse?

We have to change this!"

As soon as the old man in fancy clothes finished speaking, someone stood up on the table to respond.

"Yes! We must change all this!"

But then another person stood up on the table and shouted loudly.

"It may be a disaster for us, but I don't think it is a disaster for you nobles and businessmen who own industries and lands!"

“We are doing this for your own good.”

Before the old man in fancy clothes could finish his words, the noble in single clothes said, "I think you want to use us as pawns. We will not be your scapegoats."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an immediate uproar of discussion, and no one was trying to suppress it.

There was a gunshot, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a bald, bearded man smiling as he put the gun back into his waist.

"Don't say those empty words! You can hire us to fight for your life, but don't think of using us as volunteers!"

The old man in gorgeous clothes couldn't help but frown after hearing this, and subconsciously looked at the young man in luxurious clothes.

The latter also frowned at this time, because no one had made such a blatant demand since the beginning of the Hungarian Revolution.

But the burly man in front of him was none other than the current chief of police of Pest City. If he could win this man over, then tonight's event would most likely be successful.

If they cannot be won over, then their death may be imminent.

The new police chief of Pest was originally a death row inmate. After the Hungarian rebellion broke out, the prison walls were demolished and a large number of prisoners were released, including this bald man.

In fact, in 1848, except for France, other countries had little experience in revolution.

Whether in Italy, Germany, or Eastern European regions such as Hungary, or even in some regions in later generations, there have been scenes of attacking prisons and releasing prisoners.

Some historians also talked about this with great relish, and they felt that they were imitating the French in capturing the Bastille.

However, they overlooked the fact that the French only released seven political prisoners when they captured the Bastille, and their purpose was not to release the prisoners but to occupy the arsenal.

Therefore, releasing prisoners did not play a positive role most of the time. On the contrary, these people took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and create chaos, and most of them were soon sent back to prison.

However, a small number of people succeeded in their speculation and became the ones the new government relied on.

Just like the police chief in front of him, it is obvious that becoming the police chief of the capital still cannot satisfy his appetite.

The elegantly dressed young man smiled.

"If the revolution succeeds, the Director will be credited with the main credit. We are willing to jointly propose that you be promoted to Minister of Justice."

The Attorney General is definitely a high-ranking official, but the bearded bald man spat.

"Don't bother with those nonsense. I want to be the Chief of Police of Budapest! This is my territory from now on!"

The young man in luxurious clothes twitched his mouth. He never expected that the guy in front of him would eat so ugly, but fortunately this person was short-sighted and he would solve this problem later.

"it is good!"

There were sparse cheers from the crowd, but most people were still watching, because the scene was really ugly. In comparison, Kossuth and Petofi were like saints.

The bald bearded man narrowed his eyes and twisted his mouth.

"Don't be so quick to applaud. Words are not enough. Write it down in writing!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then something even more unbelievable happened. The two parties completed this dirty deal in front of everyone's astonished eyes.

The elegantly dressed young man and the director held each other's hands tightly and smiled at each other.

"Today, we will overthrow Kossuth's incompetent rule!"

But the next second, several gunshots were heard outside the house, followed by the crowd's panicked shouts.

The chief drew his pistol and walked out, followed by several of his men.

"Who is looking for death? How dare you come here to cause trouble!"

No one responded to him, only a few Congreve rockets streaked across the night sky like meteors.

The crowd gathered at the Pace Hotel suddenly burst into screams, but Qiu Tekale, who was leading the team outside, showed no mercy.

"Listen, you traitors to the Hungarian nation! Tonight, your death will come!"