War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

With a screeching sound of brakes, the train slowly stopped at the station. Then the car door opened with a rumble, and a man wearing a windbreaker and a low-brimmed hat walked out.

He took off his low-brimmed hat and was about to say hello to the city when he was squeezed in by the disorderly crowd. Even the two bodyguards, no matter how strong they were, could not withstand the torrent of passengers.

The man who finally escaped from the center of the whirlpool stepped on the solid gravel road and walked towards the platform. He struggled to raise his head to make himself appear firm and wise.

Just a long hiss of the whistle and a curse from the conductor behind him forced him to jog a few steps.

"You damn old man! Walking so slowly! I want to die!"

The man looked very embarrassed, but the people on the platform still greeted him cordially.

Fred Ronoff looked strange, but then thought that it was not surprising that this kind of arms dealer had several friends. After all, there are always people who like to fight.

Soon the man, the crowd that greeted him, the coal merchants, and the crowd of all kinds were all running towards their goals.

An hour later, in a factory in Krakow.

To be honest, the workers thought it was strange. All the machinery in the factory had been removed, and the boss even gave them white bread.

Everyone was confused, but the overseer with a whip in his hand brought them back to reality. Because anyone trying to leave the factory or whispering would be beaten.

However, Polish workers have also become accustomed to it. In fact, they are no different from serfs. They have just moved to a different place to work. Even the whip has not changed.

At this time, a man wearing a windbreaker and a low-brimmed hat walked in. The factory boss rushed over like a homeless man who wanted to give alms. He bent down humbly and spoke. The workers could not hear clearly, but They knew the other person must be a big shot.

The man walked up to the high platform where the factory owner usually stood and said in a very loud voice.

"Do you know me?"

"I don't know~" several busy workers responded, but they were immediately whipped by the supervisors.

"It doesn't matter! From today on every Pole will know me! Everyone from Ireland to Khitan is waiting with eager anticipation, and the world will tremble."

The workers in the field were speechless, but the boss signaled for applause, and everyone applauded. The supervisors took back their whips with satisfaction. The man on the stage didn't care about what happened under the stage, and just said to himself. .

“I know you don’t believe it, but I am standing here today to help you create history.

Poland! What a wonderful name! It symbolizes freedom and courage, as well as indestructible will!

We Poles are the best nation in the world. Our ancestors blocked the Mongols here and we protected Europe! Civilization protected! Protected Christendom!

When the Teutonic Knights swept across Europe, we were the only country that dared to stand up and win!

The Russians are like the fourth natural disaster in the east, and it is we who are blocking their steps! And drag their czar behind our horses!

Ridiculous Austria, if it weren't for us, their mentally retarded emperor would have long been a trophy of the Arabs, and Vienna would have been replaced by a warmonger, Mohammed IV.

We are the Spear of God! Only we can defeat the Ottomans!

And today! We Poles can only endure the shame of losing our country and our family, and we have to live in a foreign country!

But that doesn't mean we lost! We never give up! We never give up our desire for freedom and independence!

This spirit has carried us through some of our darkest times, and now the time has come for us to fight for our freedom!

To resist the demons who deprive us of our rights, to challenge the butchers who oppress us! Go kill the invaders who trample on our land, and defeat all enemies that hinder our freedom!

This is not only an uprising, but also a correction of the world's mistakes! Our art, language, writing, everything is higher than any other country or nation in the world!

We must establish a new order to get us back to our rightful place! I promise you equal freedom for all Poles!

However, the enemy is powerful and cruel! They are trying to suppress our voices! Destroy our bodies! Kill our dreams!

But we will not give in! No one will betray! No one will give up! No one will back down! nobody.

We will be the light that breaks through the darkness! Clear all obstacles with the power of thunder! We will use our actions to prove our courage and determination!

Our power is unstoppable and irresistible! Whether they are Prussian barbarians, Russian Tatars, or Austrian fools, they will all be trampled under our feet!

Poland's victory is not just our victory! It is a victory for all mankind! Let us keep moving forward and fight for freedom! Fight for democracy! Fight for the independence of the Kingdom of Poland!

Any warriors who heroically sacrifice themselves in the fight for freedom will ascend to heaven, and your sacrifices will become the cornerstone of Poland's restoration! I will remember your courage!

Now pick up your guns! I declare that the Kingdom of Poland will be restored from now on! I, Landry Prome I, will lead you to the other side of victory! "

The man took off his dusty coat, revealing the brand-new royal robe underneath, and took off his old low-brimmed hat. He then put his hand on his head, as if there was magic, making his long-backed head shine under the light of the gas lamp. Hui.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted "Okay!", some of the confused crowd also cheered, and some applauded.

Then someone shouted "Long live Landry Prome I!"

The crowd followed suit and shouted "Long live Landry Prome I!"

Especially the factory owners, the college students and the Polish reunifiers who came here were moved to tears, but the workers on the side were a little numb.

Then boxes of weapons were moved into the factory, and the workers took on weapons under the urging of the supervisors or war supervisors. Then they were herded like sheep toward the arsenal and the city hall.

At the same time, the same thing was happening in Poznan controlled by Prussia, Warsaw controlled by Russia, and Lviv controlled by Austria.

Transnistria, royal territory.

Recently, there has always been a group of people wandering around the manors and refugee camps. They all talk about one thing, and that is how beautiful the Kingdom of Poland is, and how dark and cruel the rule of the Austrian Empire is.

As long as we can go back to the Kingdom of Poland, everyone can have enough to eat and have their own jobs and houses.

As long as there is leadership from the Polish nobles, there will be no enemies or difficulties that cannot be overcome.

As long as people can launch an uprising, the Kingdom of Poland can be revived and the Polish nobles can return to Poland to lead the Polish people.

It's the end of the month. If you have a ticket, give it to me.