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

Franz didn't say anything, just listened to the Irishman on the pier struggling feebly, and looked at the Englishman with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The latter looked at the former, and Franz had no interest in such low-level provocations, and he didn't even bother to respond.

But Bordeaux and his subordinates would not give in, and soon a row of big men cast their eyes on the opposite side.

The Englishman staggered in fright at the sudden appearance of a group of big men, and immediately changed his tone and said with his head down.

"Sir, if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first, my goods are coming."

"Goodbye."

Franz was used to this kind of thing for a long time, and he didn't think there was a big problem with Bordeaux's behavior. After all, some people believed in strength, and it was easier to solve problems in a way they could understand.

Daniel O'Connell was still standing on his horse and glaring, watching the grain ships leave Ireland and sail to the other side of the sea.

His heart was full of anger and unwillingness, because the food should have been used to relieve the poor who were hit by the disaster on the island of Ireland.

However, the reality is that due to poor potato harvests this year, food prices have risen in all countries, with the largest increase in the UK.

Naturally, the credit of those rich men is indispensable. In fact, the agricultural harvest in the whole of Western Europe in the past two years has not been very good.

According to the predictions of British agriculturalists, the situation may not improve in the next few years.As a result, the demons and ghosts showed their abilities, major grain merchants began to hoard goods one after another, bankers injected capital into them, and government officials also responded from the sidelines.

The price of wheat rose rapidly from 1844 shillings a quarter in early 35 to 1846 shillings a quarter in late 61.

A quarter is a public load, that is, a hundred kilograms.

However, even if the price of wheat does not rise, the Irish cannot afford it. After all, the per capita income of Irish people in many areas is less than 5 pounds, and this figure will continue to decline as the famine comes.

Remarks: The income here is not net income, so various taxes and land rents need to be deducted.

Daniel O'Connell's speeches were impassioned, but the accusations and accusations were so feeble that they seemed ridiculous in the nineteenth century.

Franz was just curious about where the weapons he specially sent to Ireland went?
The reality made him both helpless and angry.

The weak were angry, and the incident of drawing a knife to the weaker was repeated.Most people did not choose to use violence to protect their own interests after acquiring weapons, which is definitely regarded as the progress of civilization in the eyes of human rights experts of later generations.

But they just didn't dare to use violence against the strong. They turned their guns on their compatriots, the weaker ones who didn't have guns.

Franz himself did not expect that he accidentally opened a Pandora's box, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts were released, causing more human tragedies than in the original history.

Franz didn't know whether he was helping or doing something wrong.So he came in person, he wanted to take a look.

Franz disembarked from Dublin and led the team all the way to the inland, where his three views were refreshed.

The famine imagined by Franz should be bones in the wild and no chickens crowing for thousands of miles, but the reality is that on the one hand, bundles of golden wheat are loaded into carts and driven to the port, and on the other hand, there are men and women who are so hungry that they don’t look like them. On the road and in the fields, they looked for those ears of wheat and voles that had been left behind.

The convoy passed a pair of mother and daughter. Their faces were tired and haggard, their cheeks were sunken, their eyes were empty and helpless, and their skin was as pale as death without any luster.

Mother's hair was messy, even clumped together, her arms were shriveled, like wooden poles covered with flesh, her nails were blackened, whether it was due to trauma or other reasons, her body was emaciated, and her dirty and tattered clothes swayed in the wind, emitting smell of corruption.

The girl looked to be only six or seven years old. Her limbs were so slender that she could hardly stand upright. She could barely move forward by grabbing the corners of her mother's clothes. Her hair was sparse and messy. She lowered her head and looked aimlessly for something. It should be innocent.

Every movement of them seemed to be very slow and painful, and finally one of the accompanying soldiers couldn't stand it and untied his dry food and threw it to them.

As a result, the poor mother and daughter were surrounded by other people as soon as they got the dry food. As a result, not only did they not eat the food, but their teeth were broken.

The soldier wanted to help, but there were too many people and he couldn't squeeze in. When he saw the miserable state of the mother and daughter, he couldn't help crying.

At this time, the little girl with blood on her forehead came over and patted the soldier to comfort him.

This soldier is called Hosen Fell, who was born in a Hessian noble family. Since he was 12 years old, he has participated in military training for eight hours a day, all year round.

Huo Senfei felt that he was the most bitter and tiring person, but until today he saw that some people had to do their best just to live.

Colonel Podol was in a bit of a dilemma, because Grand Duke Franz had already told him that he was not allowed to give alms indiscriminately.

If you have to give alms, you must get out of the car and wait for the other party to finish the food before leaving.

And Sergeant Hosen Fell apparently violated the order of the Grand Duke, almost causing the tragic death of two innocent passers-by, and at the same time caused the refugees to try to stop the convoy and disrupt the scheduled itinerary.

But on the other hand, before he came, he told his subordinates that Archduke Franz was here to save people, but in fact the car was loaded with food.

The mother and daughter are really pitiful. If they don't get food, they might die on the street tomorrow.

Besides Archduke Franz, the archbishop also came this time. He didn't know if he would bring unnecessary trouble to Franz if he punished Sergeant Horsen Fell.

Franz opened the car window and looked at his attendant helplessly. It seemed that the latter did not have the ability to handle such matters.

"Please take them to Dr. Muller for treatment."

"Yes."

"Bordeaux, you stay. Let Silva go."

"Yes."

Silva can be regarded as one of Bordeaux's lieutenants, the company commander of the royal guard, but the rank of major.

"Mr. Bordeaux, what are you going to do with Mr. Phil?"

Franz's tone was flat, which made Bordeaux a little confused. Didn't he already decide to help the pair of victims?

Franz looked at the other party's surprised expression and knew what the other party was thinking.

"Is there a conflict between saving people and dealing with people who have made mistakes?"

"no!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Disobedience on the battlefield, death penalty!"

"Forget it this time, but it won't be an example next time."

"Yes."

As a result, Sergeant Horsen Fell received thirty horsewhips and was sent home directly.

Inside the carriage, Archbishop Rauscher, who had been drowsy all this time, finally opened his eyes and said.

"Grand Duke Franz, the weak are angry and draw their knives at the weaker. It seems that you really released a demon this time."

"No, Archbishop. It should be the cowardly who draw their knives on the weaker. There is nothing wrong with the weak, they are still worthy of being saved.

I believe that the last thing flying out of Pandora's box must be hope, but before that we have to defeat the 9999 demons. "