The weather in Vienna in January 1848 was exceptionally cold, and the snow and ice had not yet melted.

The cold wind blew, Franz shivered, and the aristocratic officers behind him were even more unbearable, and many of them were already shivering from the cold.

If Franz hadn't been on the training ground, they would have run back to the house to warm up.

There is no way, the glory of the nobility does not allow them to back down at this time.

Lieutenant General Albrecht, who was in charge of the training, smiled with satisfaction, he did not expect Franz to use this method to involve the old soldiers in the training.

Ice and snow are the most important time to hone a person's will. Franz knew that the days of peace in Austria were coming to an end, and once the March Revolution broke out, where would be the safest?

Undoubtedly, the barracks!

Whether it is to suppress the rebellion, or to run away, it is safer to stay in the army than in the palace.

The group of aristocratic officers behind him is Franz's team, although it is unreliable to expect them to look at it, but they always have to try, don't they?

Don't panic when you find out that your teammates are rotten, don't be afraid, in fact, your enemies are even worse!

This is Franz's confidence, no matter how bad the city defense army is, it is also an army, isn't it?

The enemy he has to face is not a world power, not even an army. If the enemy can get a gun in his hands, then he loses!

"Stand upright!"

"Everyone runs around the training ground, and those who can't complete the task will have nothing to eat this morning!"

Albrecht coldly issued the order, and under the cold wind, many people on the field trembled.

This training ground is not small, it is more than ten kilometers in a circle, and it is really too embarrassing for these pampered nobles.

Without waiting for them to refuse, Franz was already leading the way in front, and there was no choice but to grit his teeth and keep up.

Who told them to boast about Haikou? Long before the start of the training, Franz had hosted a banquet for these officers.

After a few glasses of wine, they forgot what they were. Without even thinking about it, he agreed to Franz's request.

Now it's okay, train with the crown prince, whoever instigates who is the grandson, for the glory of the nobility, they must hold on.

Otherwise, prepare to become the laughing stock of the aristocratic circle! It's okay to be untrustworthy, but it also depends on who it is?

A lot of people couldn't stand waiting for Franz, so they took the opportunity to ask for a reduction in the intensity of training. Even if they can save the face of the crown prince, they don't have to suffer with it.

Obviously, the final result disappointed everyone, Franz's body was exercised from childhood to adulthood, and he could still run down the more than ten kilometers.

Breakfast began, and Franz and the aristocratic officers who had finished running were eating bread and drinking milk, quietly watching the large army still advancing at a turtle speed.

Seeing someone fainting to the ground and being carried down for treatment, everyone didn't forget to point their fingers, as if these people were a shame for the nobility, so that the rest of them did not dare to follow suit easily.

Everyone wants to be faced, and in full view of everyone, no one wants to admit that they are waste.

Besides, Franz is not looking for everyone, most of the participants in this training are teenagers and twenties, and the old fritters are naturally not among them.

In Franz's opinion, these second-class teenagers can still be rescued, and if they are cultivated, they may even be able to become the backbone of the Austrian Empire.

Forget about the old fritters, no matter how much those people are cultivated, they can't change the essence of the imperial moth, and the stronger the ability, the greater the harm.

Watching the last officer finish running, Franz did not laugh, but applauded.

"Grand Duke, why do you applaud them for such a bad performance?" An officer next to him asked very cooperatively

Franz said with a clear conscience: "No, their performance is not bad, although the process is a little tortuous, but they still insist on completing the task, this is a qualified soldier, of course, personal physical fitness needs to be strengthened!" ”

Hearing this, everyone's faces suddenly turned cloudy, yes, they completed the task and did not disgrace themselves.

One by one, they comforted themselves, soldiers, with the completion of orders as the first element, what are you afraid of when the process is a little tortuous?

Franz is not stupid, how could he deliberately undermine everyone's morale? Don't look at these nobles as bad, in fact, their foundation is not bad at all.

Since he was a child, he has received military education, and under the influence of hearing and seeing, he is also stronger than the vast majority of civilian officers, but there is no one to supervise him, so he slowly becomes a gentleman.

To save the Austrian Empire, it is first necessary to save the next generation of the Austrian aristocracy, and only when these people stand up can the empire really become strong.

In fact, Franz had long wanted to enter the army, but unfortunately because he was too young, he was not yet 18 years old, and if it wasn't for the outbreak of the January Revolution, he would have no reason to convince his family.

Looking at the group of teenagers in front of him who were easy to fool, he knew that the road to training was a long way to go.

It's too late now, so I can only use it, so I guess a short-term assault will probably be able to deal with a group of rabble, right?

With the "Labor Protection Law" as the foundation, the broad masses of laborers should not fight with the government, right?

Historically, the Vienna March Revolution was able to be dismantled by political means. Later, the May Revolution broke out, and the government could not control the situation and carried out a strategic change.

"Assemble!"

Albrecht's serious voice sounded, and the officers who were resting, dragging their tired bodies, slowly lined up in the order of the queue.

Looking at Albrecht's angry face, Franz knew that the general felt that his men had disgraced him.

The queue was neat, but Franz recalled the time of military training in college, and all of them were like frosted eggplants.

Suddenly, Albrecht smiled at the corner of his mouth, and Franz knew that someone was going to be unlucky.

I saw Albrecht holding his baton and walking down from above, and a scream came from behind him.

Franz habitually looked back, only to see a fat man lying on the ground very comedy, and if you look closely, you will find that there is a footprint behind his buttocks.

"Look at what, look!"

Albrecht's cold voice sounded, and everyone quickly withdrew their gaze. This time, everyone has to be much more energetic, and with a chicken, no one wants to be a second one.

Even so, from time to time there were screams, and Albrecht waved his baton and watched the non-standard come to help correct the mistake.

There is no way, the noble officers are all old soldiers, except for Albrecht, the commander who is high enough, other instructors do not have the courage to move them.

Now is a rare opportunity, and if you miss this time, it will not be easy for anyone who wants to find them in the barracks.