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

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

As soon as he took off his low-brimmed hat to say hello to the city, he was squeezed into the middle of the disorderly crowd. Even two bodyguards, no matter how strong they were, could not resist the torrent of passengers.

The man who managed to get out of the center of the vortex stepped on the solid gravel road to the platform. He raised his head vigorously to make himself look firm and wise.

It was just a long hiss of the whistle and the cursing of the conductor behind him, which made him have to trot a few steps.

"Immortal! Walking so slowly! I want to die!"

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

Fred Ronov found it strange, but after thinking about it again, it is not surprising that this kind of arms dealer has a few friends, after all, there are always people who like to fight.

Soon the man, the crowd who greeted him, the coal merchants and all kinds of people went to their goal.

An hour later, in a factory in Krakow.

To be honest, the workers found it very strange that all the machinery in the factory had been removed, and the boss even gave them white bread.

Everyone didn't understand why, but the supervisor with a whip in his hand brought them back to reality.Because anyone trying to leave the factory, or whispering, would be beaten.

However, the Polish workers have gotten used to it. In fact, they are no different from serfs, they just work in a different place, and even the leather whip has not changed.

At this time, a man in a windbreaker and a low-brimmed hat came in. The boss of the factory rushed over like a homeless man who wanted to give alms. They knew each other 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~" A few good workers responded, but they were immediately whipped by the supervisors.

"It doesn't matter! Every Pole will know me from today on! Everyone from Ireland to Khitan is waiting and the world will tremble."

The workers in the field were a little speechless, but the boss signaled for applause, and everyone applauded. The supervisors took back their whips in satisfaction. The men on the stage didn't care what happened off the stage, and just said to themselves .

"I know you don't believe it, but I'm here today to make history for you.

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

We Poles are the most outstanding nation in the world. Our ancestors blocked the iron hooves of the Mongols here, and we protected Europe!Civilization is protected!Protected Christendom!
When the Teutonic Knights swept across Europe, we were the only country that dared to stand up and win the battle!

The Russians, who are like the fourth natural disaster in the east, are the ones who stopped them!And drag their tsar after our horses!

Ridiculous Austria, if it weren't for us, their mentally retarded emperor would have become a trophy of the Arabs long ago, and Vienna would have been changed by the militant, Mehmet IV, to Allah ().

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

And today!We Poles can only endure the shame of our country being destroyed and our family being destroyed, we have to live in a foreign country!
But that doesn't mean we're defeated!We never admit defeat!We never gave up our desire for freedom and independence!
This spirit has carried us through those darkest times and now the time has come for us to fight for freedom!

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

This is not just an uprising, it is a correction of the wrongs of the world!Our art, language, writing, everything is higher than any country or nation in the world!
We must establish a new order and get us back to where we belong!I promise you equal freedom for all Poles!

Yet the enemy is strong and cruel!They are trying to silence our voices!Destroy our flesh!Kill our dreams!
But we will not give in!No one will betray!No one will give up!No one will hold back!nobody.
We will be the dawn that pierces the darkness!Clear away all obstacles with the power of thunder!We will use our actions to prove our courage and determination!
Our power is unstoppable and irreversible!Whether it is a Prussian barbarian, a Russian Tartar, or an Austrian fool, they will all be trampled under our feet!
Poland's victory is not just our victory!It is a victory for all mankind!Let's keep going and fight for freedom!Fight for democracy!Fight for the independence of the Kingdom of Poland!

Any hero who dies in the fight for freedom will go to heaven, and your sacrifice will become the cornerstone of the restoration of Poland!I will remember your courage!
Grab your guns now!I declare that the Kingdom of Poland will be restored with immediate effect!I, Landry Prome I, will lead you to the other side of victory! "

The man took off his dust-stained coat, revealing the brand-new royal robe inside, took off the old low-brimmed hat, and then touched his head with his hand as if it had magic power, making the big back hair shine under the light of the gas lamp. Hui.

At this time, someone in the crowd yelled "Ok!", and the somewhat dazed crowd followed suit, and some applauded.

Then someone shouted "Long live Landry Prome I!"

The crowd also shouted "Long live Landry Prome I!"

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

Then the crates of weapons were moved into the factory, and the workers were urged by the supervisors or supervisors to take up the weapons. Then they were herded like sheep to the arsenal and the city hall.

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

Transnistria, royal domain.

Recently, there have always been a group of people wandering around the manor and the refugee camp. They all say one thing, that is, how beautiful the Kingdom of Poland is, and how dark and brutal the rule of the Austrian Empire is.

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

As long as there is leadership of the Polish nobles, there are no enemies and 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, give me a ticket if you have one.